Something to note: the following one shots are completely for my own enjoyment, because I'm the most self serving asshole I know. The following stories will contain cheesy dialogue, dumb characters, stupid kisses, horrible spelling mistakes, and not-thought-through plot.

And if you're still reading this after examining the list above: god bless your soul, and I wish you the best of luck.

Roxas

The air in the Usual Spot was hot and sticky, just like it always was. Lucky for me, there seemed to be an unusual draft drifting through the blanket hung over the entrance gate. Of course the draft didn't make the hot and sticky-ness any less hot or sticky; just a bit more bearable. The small breeze ruffled my short dark hair and I smiled, leaning on my hands and closing my eyes.

It was early morning. 2AM to be exact. The sky outside was a dark orange with small hints of purple reaching through, signifying night time. No one was ever at the Usual Spot this early, no one except for me. And trust me, it wasn't exactly by choice.

I sat there on the broken AC unit for a long time, listening to the sounds of night bugs and the trickle of dripping pipes, but soon my ears were greeted with a new sound, although familiar: the gate was opening.

My brown eyes popped open and I gasped. "Who's there?" My voice was quiet and scratchy, barely audible. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Who's there?"

By the time I had said it the second time, my visitor had already peaked his head through the curtain, blue eyes staring at me in shock. "Ansel? What are you doing here?"

Roxas moved the blanket aside, stepping into the Usual Place tentatively. He was still decked out in pajamas, slippers and all. His hair was messier than usual and I smiled at him, puzzled as to why he was here.

"Um... I uh, I come here a lot during the night, actually. The real question is what are you doing here?" I moved my barely-reaching-my-chin hair behind my ear, back to my chin, and then back begin my ear again. Suddenly I was self-conscious and blushy.

He chuckled, yawning as he spoke. "I asked you first."

I shrugged. "I got kicked out again. No biggie, really."

Roxas' eyes widened and he took a few steps forward. "What? What do you mean 'again'?"

Once again, I shrugged. I'm a rather shruggy person. "Well, I guess not really kicked out per se. I kinda left on my own." Confusion fluttered in his eyes and I went on. "My parents get into really bad fights. Like, a lot. And if they get too bad I just spend the night here. Like I said, no biggie."

Roxas let out a deep sigh of relief, moving to where he stood a mere 3 feet in front of me. "Okay, good. I thought you went crazy and did something wrong for once."

We both laughed weakly, both because we were exhausted and because it wasn't one of his best jokes. "Yeah, well why are you here, then? I've never seen you come here at night before, and I usually end up here at least, like, 75% of the time."

The blond boy's eyes lowered from mine and he rubbed the back of his head. "You'll probably tease me for it."

"Maybe," I smiled kindly, my nose scrunching.

A cute, small smile formed on half his face and he sighed. "I uh... I've just been having really weird dreams lately. I can't sleep. And um... Laying awake in bed is pretty lame, so..."

"I am in no way inclined to make fun of you. You got lucky." My voice was soft and quiet, just like it always was.

That caused a chuckle to form from his lips and I continued. "What are your dreams about, Roxas?"

He rubbed the back of his head, causing his bed head to be even more ruffled. Strangely enough, I found it to be quite adorable. "It's like... I don't even know how to explain it."

"Use your thinking words," I said sillily, pushing my hair behind my ear. Pushing it back to my face. Back behind my ear. My hands were too nervous to stay still.

A half smile creeped on his face and he took another step forward. Less than an arms length away. Roxas tried again. "It's just so weird to say out loud, I guess, but the best thing to do is jump right in." Deep breath. "I've been having these weird dreams about this guy I've never met. Like, dreams about his life."

I cocked my head. "How long has this been going on?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. A week?" He ran both his hands through his hair, obviously troubled. "They just get more and more detailed. And I feel really... Weird. And different."

He seemed rather down for some reason, and although I was underwhelming and soft spoken, I was eternally optimistic.

"Roxas, it's okay. You're still all you." I poked my index finger to his chest where his heart would be and he looked down at it, smiling. "Besides, dreams are just that; dreams. I've had some pretty strange dreams too, you know. You just can't let them have a hold on you."

Roxas glanced back up at me, his deep blue eyes looking violet in the purple-ish night light. "Like what?"

I blinked, long eyelashes fluttering. "What?"

"What strange dreams did you have?"

I glanced to the ceiling, scrunching my nose. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Thinking of dreams you had long ago isn't exactly the easiest thing to do at 2 in the morning, but I managed to dig something out of my mind vault.

"Well," I began, "I had a rather strange dream when I was 5 or 6. My mom and I were taking the train to go investigate the 7 Wonders at Sunset Terrace, except the train was blue instead of red and the sky was pale pink. Then suddenly we weren't on the train anymore; we were in a dress shoe, soaring through the air. We were," I started to giggle, then composed myself. "We were steering the shoe by using the shoe laces as if they were reins. We never ended up going to see the 7 Wonders; we just floated through the air, both of us squeezed into this little brown shoe."

Roxas grinned, stifling a laugh. "Ansel, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

Curling my lip, I formed my face into a fake pout. "Aw come on, don't be mean."

"Turn that frown upside down, short one." Roxas reached his fingertips out and gently pulled the corners of my lips up into a faux smile, which of course caused me to break into a real smile, as well as a furious red blush.

Instead of not acknowledging it like a decent person, Roxas playfully poked my cheeks. "You're covering your freckles when you do that. I like your freckles."

I smiled widely. "It's 2AM and you're sleep deprived and acting ridiculous."

Roxas grinned back at me, his fingers still on my cheeks and nose, rubbing over my numerous freckles. "Maybe so. But I think I deserve to be a little ridiculous every once in a while. Just like you with your silly shoe dream."

I rolled my eyes. "I was 5, okay? Most five year olds aren't exactly a perfect example of being sensical. Besides, it was just a dream."

"Maybe so," he repeated, that stupid, groggy, adorable grin on his face. His fingers stopped roaming my cheeks and nose (which was insanely weird for him to be doing in the first place; but he was exhausted and I wasn't exactly complaining, so I tried not to think about the strangeness of it all) and settled calmly on my right cheek, just above the beginning of my neck.

Even though it was hot and sticky in the Usual Place, I shivered.

"Have you ever had one about me?"

My eyebrows furrowed, my nose scrunching just like it always did when I expressed any sort of emotion. "Huh?"

He stepped closer to me. Less than 6 inches away from me. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"

My eyes drifted straight in front of me. From where I was sitting on the AC unit I was eye level with his shoulders, which was exponentially taller than what I would be if I were standing. I stared at his left shoulder, trying not to feel embarrassed. "Have you ever had one about me?"

One of my few talents was avoiding awkward questions by turning them back around to the person who had asked them. Well done, Ansel.

Bravely, I took a peek up at Roxas. He looked strangely... Simple.

"Of course I have."

Now my head was fully snapped up. Even though I was taller than usual, I still had to crane my neck a bit to look into his eyes. His fingers still rested on the lower part of my cheek.

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I have. Plenty of them.

My eyebrows furrowed. "What... What about?"

His lips turned up in a drowsy half smile. "Different things. Sometimes I dream about us just laughing and talking. Sometimes I dream about when we spend time together on the clock tower. And sometimes I dream about your freckles or your chocolate eyes or the way your nose scrunches up when you smile."

I couldn't help the smile that creeped onto my face, and of course, inevitably, my nose scrunched.

"Like that!" Roxas poked me on the nose, causing me to giggle. He scooted closer. I could feel his cool breath on me. "That's exactly what I was talking about!"

We were looking eye to eye now, hardly any space separating us. He leaned down to meet my gaze and I craned my neck to meet his. Somehow, I was comfortable.

"Do you..." I trailed off, unsure of what exactly was happening. "Do you ever dream about anything else about me?"

Roxas' eyes searched mine. He didn't seem groggy anymore. "Yeah. I do."

I bit the inside of my lip. Nervous tendency. "Like what?"

We were whispering, very very quiet, as if we were scared someone would hear us. Maybe we should be scared.

His fingers were still on my cheek, and he moved his thumb in circular motions. Soothing.

"Sometimes I dream about how beautiful you are."

Our noses were touching. I let out a shuddering breath. His hand cupped my chin softly.

"What else?" I was hardly audible, my eyes wide.

He still stared relentlessly into my eyes. Searching them, soaking in this moment.

"Sometimes I dream about doing something I've been wanting to do for a long time. I'm not sure how you would feel about it. I'm not sure if you would be okay with it." His voice was not a whisper anymore; more like a low rumble from his throat.

I breathed, blinking.

"I'm okay with it."

And then Roxas tilted my chin gently, leaned forward, and enveloped my lips in the softest kiss I could possibly imagine. It was gentle and sweet, filled with all the feelings we had been hiding from each other for so long.

His hands drifted from my face, down to my shoulders, down my sides and then finally settled on my hips. I laced my fingers in his bed head, pulling him to stand in between my legs, even closer to me than before. I crossed my ankles behind him, pushing him a little closer. I could feel him smile into the kiss.

"Ansel," he murmured, barely pulling away. His lips still brushed against mine. "Ansel, I really really like you."

My lips formed into a smile before I pressed them back onto his, the smile staying the whole time. I only pulled away after I lost my breath.

"I know you do, stupid," I laughed, brushing his unruly hair out of his face. "I like you too."

He smiled. We pulled away slightly, our noses still touching. "Good. Because that would've been very embarrassing."

I scoffed, fingers untangling themselves from his hair, finding a resting place laced behind his neck. "It's 2AM and you're sleep deprived and acting ridiculous, you know that, right?"

Roxas' smile only widened.

"If having you like me is the result of my acting ridiculous, then I don't mind. Not one bit."

And then, once again, his lips found mine.

Just in case you wanna know, Ansel makes a short cameo in my fanfic Destiny Calls (wow I think of the most original titles). I think she pops up in the fourth or fifth chapter?

Anyways, sorry for everything you read above, it can only go downhill from here.