The Innocence of Your Smile
A.N. Ah, it's been one hell of a long time.
Opal hasn't written not one story in almost a year.
Shocking, I know. Well, this fall transition certainly has worn her down; emotionally,
physically, and mentally. She has learned a lot and has lost a lot, but she's going
to be A-OK. Hey, I'm not too bad at this 'venting' thing, after all! Anyway, this idea popped into my head at midnight last night. srsly. It did. Opal was astonished at how
well this plot could work out. Hell, it can and it will.
I'll actually try and finish this puppy.
I've already got the ending in mind.
Ah, yes. When it comes to describing Roxas; Axel describes every.Little. Detail.
So, if it wears on your nerves then bear with me. I made the poor guy sound like
a stalker!
Well, Axel is a Roxasphile.
O YAH. The story is told in Axel's POV unless otherwise noted.
Enjoy and R&R if you'd like.
And without further ado,
I present to you;
the first chapter of:
The Innocence of Your Smile
those soft pink
lips and those
luscious hips
those deep blue
eyes as clear as
the skies
baby, I can't deny,
it ain't no lie
just give
me a sign
it ain't no lie
cause sooner
or later
you'll be mine
So, I hope you liked the poem. I wrote it during my exhilarating working shift at Target. Yeah, the big ass department store that everyone practically drops their pants for. 'More for Less.'is the slogan. Catchy, right? Heh, they must've hired a stupid pre school to come up with that one. Ah, pardon my ranting. This place is just one huge empty hell hole of a supermarket. Sure, they've got some great ready-to-eat food, heat-your-own-ramen, free food samples, hell, we've even got a Starbucks in here. But as they say 'there's a price to fame'. Yeah, we've got the biggest shit load of packaged goods in all of Ashfield. Dollar General ain't got nothing on that.
But with nice products, fancy carts, and services you still get the shitty customers. Yeah, the ones that make this whole damn place possible. I'm not talking about the customers that forget their money or pull the 'pity card' when they 'realize' that they don't have enough money on 'em to pay for what their greedy asses purchased. I'm talking about the ones that just toss their shit on the check out line, flash you a crude look through their bootlegged Gucci sunglasses, and casually whip their hair in your face; expecting you to care of everything that they bought. Yeah; the assholes. You know, the ones that just make you wanna slam their head against the register. Repeatedly.
Heh, I've almost brought that fantasy to life, but instead of bashing some poor guy's head in I just managed to punch his sunglasses in. Hospital bound that guy was. Ah, I'm sure you're wondering when the real action is supposed to begin. You know, the 'HOLY SHIT. HE'S HOT. I WANT HIM IN MY PANTS' part. Just don't get your panties in a knot and I'll let you in on every little thing that is going down. Because, trust me:
This.
Is.
Just.
About.
To.
Get:
"SERIOUS?!" I cried. Shit, I just arrived no later than twelve minutes ago and already I'm told I'm due for a late shift. TODAY. ON A MONDAY. 'Could this possibly get any worse?' I groaned internally. My
manager sighed audibly. It seemed that he was equally annoyed. "I have to work till midnight again? I had to that yesterday!" I spat, my eyes were churning with disgust. Jeez, working at this place from morning till sunset is bad enough, but working till midnight? Oh, fuck no. But, hey, I don't mind a little extra cash from time to time. Well, I assume I'm getting extra cash from this. Oh! Right, back to the 'juicy part'. I haughtily placed my hands on my hips and let out a long exaggerated sigh. "Come ooooon, Mr. Davidson. Give me a break, will ya?" I pleaded, I even attempted the puppy dog eyes.
Too bad Mr. Davidson was one stubborn bastard to convince. The superior emitted a light growl, the tension clearly visible on his face. I rolled my eyes. Obviously, this was one battle, like countless others; that I was going to lose. "Fine fine fine." I mumbled with a purposeful toss of my hair. I twirled around and headed towards my post, A.K.A my cash register. "Ugh. He's such a pain." I sigh inside as I busy myself with re calculating the amount of money held in my register. As expected, my attention span was that of a six month old baby. Ten seconds in and I'm already uninterested. I glance at my complementary clock, "8:24". A slight frown crossed my face.
But, my down cast frown was about to be turned into a smile. A really good smile. I heard the entrance doors swhoosh open and, my God, let me tell you, I could scarcely believe what had just walked through those double doors. My eyes laid themselves upon a young man, no, young boy. Not quite a man and not quite a boy. Oh God, the simple fact that I was LOOKING at this, this, piece of human perfection almost blew me away. His clothes, Heavens, the clothes that were fitted nicely against his feminine frame were just marvelous. He was clad with a faded cerulean blue t-shirt, it had splashes of tiny white stars and one dominant star in the far right corner. What, unfortunately, covered his legs were faded gray jeans with patches stitched on the back pockets. His shoes were old worn brown Converse shoes.
I suspect this kid was a size nine in 'Kids' shoes. Oh, and by the way, I haven't even described his facial features. God, if perfection was destined to become a physical entity then this boy was it. His hair; an untamed mesh of blonde spikes. How I would love to run my fingers through that mess. And his eyes, oh, those eyes. So vast and blue, I could just drown myself in those ocean blue orbs. And his nose, a cute little button nose that just begged to be poked. Last but certainly not least, are those lips. Those full young virgin lips. Oh, I can only imagine the places I'd have those things go.
"Uhm, excuse me."
I gasped. The boy's dreamy voice dragged me out of my day dreaming. "Oh, sorry, I--" 'Oh God. He's looking at me. He's looking at me. He's looking. at. me. I am frozen. 'TALK. DAMMIT, NOW'S YOUR CHANCE.' Thank Heavens for that inner voice. I instantly regain all composure and flash this beauty my kindest smile. "Can I help you?" Ah, that sounded perfectly natural. He giggles. Oh, fuck. If I had thought with my penis at that very moment I would've forced this kid to the ground and had my way with him. But no, I suck everything in and continue my facade. This kid can't know that he is destroying me inside. He smiles again only this time, his cheeks are flushed in embarrassment. "I, uhm, I'm looking for-- something."
I laughed. He's got a secret. He probably wants nudie mags. How naughty. I held my breath as countless thoughts splashed into my head. And no, they shall not be detailed. "Obviously." I retort. He looks around feverishly. "Um, it's, uh, personal--." I snorted. 'Personal', my ass. Without even a warning, my Asshole Mode kicked in. "Hey, kid. You lookin' for condoms?" The blonde's eyes practically popped open and the blush on his cheeks increased ten fold. I smirked. What a naughty boy. He had bought condoms in advance. He must know I have my eye on him. I grabbed his arm and dragged him to another register and sure enough, the penis pillows were there.
When we stopped that boy looked like he had just saw some girls breasts for the first time. I released a bellow of laughter and slapped him on the back. "Movin' on up, are we?" I joked. He blushed even further; if that was possible. "It-- it's nothing like that!" he squeaked. Oh, he's being secretive. Slowly but surely, you stupid boy, you're pushing me over the edge. "Oh, really?" I coo. "Then, what exactly is it like?" My lips are riding against his ear lobe. I licked my lips in excitement and huffed a small puff of air atop his ear. Shivers echoed in response. "Roxas." That was all that spilled out of the boy's mouth. I smiled inside.
I'm getting closer and closer to making you mine. He turned around and faced me. His ocean blue eyes fluttering nervously.
"'Axel'. Please to meet you." He smiled sheepishly and pretended to browse the different brands of condoms. While he was doing that I managed to scan this kid up and down, or, visually rape him. He looked no older than a high schooler. High school? What time is it? I search for a clock. Any clock. I find one. '8:43' it read. I raised and eye brow and turned to Roxas. "Hey, you a high schooler?" He freezed. Heh, I caught this cute little fucker ditching school. I should turn him in to the principal. Or keep him and dish out my own punishments upon him. I smirked triumphantly. "You ditching school?" He whirls around to face me. "Yes." he whispered. "What school you go to?" "Ashfield." "Really?" Hmm, my old high school. Too bad I graduated months ago. "Sophomore?" He nodded, a little embarrassed. Fuck. He was a freshman when I was a senior? Mm, he must not have been developed yet during that time. Otherwise I would've noticed that ass right from the start.
"I happen to know where that is." I blabbed, trying to get him scared. It worked. "Please! Please, don't bring me in." He caught hold of my worker's apron and clutched it, his ocean blue orbs reflecting the fear in his voice. Fuck. I lost the game. I can never resist that face. "Please.." his voice is barely above a whisper. You're teasing me now. A big mistake, Roxas. "Fine, fine. I won't tell. But, under one condition." His fingers clutched my apron even tighter. I let out a small sigh of pleasure. "You spend the morning with me." He released the cloth and laughed. "That's it?" "Yup. Fair enough?" "Yeah."
We sat ourselves at one of the employee tables, which were usually better looking than the customers tables. I bought him a cup of hot chocolate; a beverage only a kid would get. I smiled at how cute this kid was. We talked for hours, that was hard to believe since I felt like time had stopped whenever Roxas would open his mouth. I hung on to every little word he said. No matter if it was something that made him ill one day at Taco Bell or when he had lost one of his closest friends when he was younger. I held every word and logged it into my memory. I wanted to know every thing about this boy. I needed to know everything about him.
And when he talked about something he really enjoyed, like acting out his favorite shows, his eyes would light up and he would grow so animated. Seeing him so happy was one of the most precious things I had ever witnessed. But he wasn't being happy with himself. He was being happy with me. And I was happy with him. With every little thing he said. We now know our ages. He is fifteen and I am twenty. A five year difference. A difference that matters not. It's already been settled. For it only took one look from him.
One smile.
One touch.
To make me fall absolutely and positively
head over heels in love with him.