"If you are never scared, embarrassed or hurt, it means you never take chances."

Julia Soul

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Roxas had the whole apartment all to himself.

His roommate, Demyx, had gone out with some friends and said he wouldn't be home for awhile.

Currently, it was only eight PM, Roxas had finished his report for his massively hard college professor, Mr. Vexen, and he'd called his mom for the once-a-Saturday phone call he had been required to give since he began college life. It had took forever, and, really, he didn't care that she won a basket of fruit playing bingo.

All in all, Roxas had nothing to do.

Cautiously he peered around his room before daring to turn on his computer, and then clicking the 'home alone' playlist on the I-tunes screen.

Yes. This happened a lot.

After putting the music up louder he stripped himself down to his boxers and socks.

With hair brush in hand he slid down the hard wood floor hall way singing,

"I'm tired of boys who make me cry.

They cheat on me and tell me lies.

The one I love will never stray,

When he sees other girls he looks away."

Roxas took a deep breath, now sliding through the kitchen and waiting for the chorus to continue his song.

"GAY BOYFRIEND. GAY BOYFRIEND-"

"R-Roxas?!"

Roxas looked up to see his room-mate and a tall red-head standing in the doorway where he was just about to slid through to get to the living room.

He turned a very bright shade of pink as his make-shift microphone-hairbrush-clattered to the floor.

"Demyx? You… You said you wouldn't be home until late!" Roxas cried, voice several octaves higher than usual.

"It is late."

"No. It's only eight PM."

Demyx raised an eyebrow, then he realized,

"Omigosh! I didn't tell you. I had an experiment to set all the clocks three hours behind." The brunette grinned sheepishly before remembering, "So you parade around in Spongebob underwear and sing into hairbrushes when I'm not here?" An eyebrow was raised.

Roxas had begun to notice the red-head looking over his half-naked body, and he was sent a wink when he looked up from his socked feet.

This sucked.

"I'm going to go get my clothes on." Roxas cried, turning around sharply, but when he started to run across the slippery kitchen floor he tripped and fell flat on his face. After regaining himself he marched to his room and slammed the door shut to laughter from the two in the other room.

Once his music was shut off and he dressed in some pants and a shirt he stalked back out to the living room where Demyx and red-haired man sat watching MTV.

"By the way, Roxas, this is Axel."

"Dem, remind me to come over more. It's not every day you get to see cute-haled naked blonde boys."

Roxas blushed but managed to glare at the same time.

"Y'know, Demyx, remind me to cut you up into little pieces."

Demyx grinned, "Kay! Wait… what?! Roxas!"

And a certain blonde didn't leave his room for the whole night.

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Several months later, as Roxas cuddled into Axel's arms, Demyx claimed they only got together because of him.

Both looked at each other, snorted, "Yeah right!" They said in unison.

"Guys! It's true! Stop making out and listen to me! Guys!"

Demyx smiled softly despite himself. His report for setting clocks back had gotten him an 'A', and his best friends were happy.

Though… he really wanted to try the sliding on the floors thing.

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This is what my plot bunnies do to me… Fine, fine, I'll work on the chapter for, 'The messed up boy' some more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, MTV, Spongebob, or the song 'Gay Boyfriend'.