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here's some info before you read this. Might help clear some stuff up.

Roxas – 5ft 6". is sixteen years old.

Axel – 5ft 7" - 5ft 8". is also sixteen years old.

And here we go~!

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My feet slapped on the hard pavement as I made my way down the street. The cool September's night air blew short gusts of wind against my burning face, whipping my checkered jacket in the wind, as I ran faster towards the house at the end of the drive. When I could see the blue-white condo at the dead end, I began to slow my pace. I could hear loud rock music blasting from the upstairs, and the smell of cigarette smoke slightly hung in the air.

'Axel' I thought. I tried to steady my breathing before I went up to the front door, and pressed the bell. After a few moments, I heard footsteps running down stairs, and the large door whipped open in front of me.

"Roxas" he breathed. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and a black T-shirt, his usually spiky red hair was currently flat and wet. He smelled like cigarettes. He wasn't much taller than me, but he still had to look down at me to show his surprise at my appearance on his doorstep.

"Have you been smoking?" I questioned, batting my hand in front of my face. He only smoked when he was stressed. And that was very rarely.

"Uh, yeah. Hey, what are you doing here? It's..." he checked over his shoulder to the grandfather clock in the corner of the entry way. "eleven thirty. On a Thursday night. Your parents are going to kill you." he rested his weight against the door frame, crossing his skinny arms in front of his slim yet muscular chest.

I looked to the ground, staring at my black Converse. How am I going to say this? "I heard. That you're moving. Tomorrow morning." I looked back up to his face, and noticed a hint of surprise leaking into his beautiful features. "Why didn't you tell me? Your best friend? I had to hear from my stupid brother! How dare you! Didn't you consider about how I would fee-" he then wrapped his arms around me, embracing me in a tight hug. A soft, reluctant cry came out between my lips. I hugged him back, still mumbling "why didn't you tell me?".

We were quite for a while as I cried softy, clutching each other. "I didn't tell you for this reason" he started. He pushed lightly against my shoulders, and looked me straight in the eyes. "I didn't want to see you sad. I can't imagine my life without you, Roxy". I leaned in, closing the small gap between us, until our foreheads touched. I breathed in the heavy scent of his sweet cigarette smoke, and realized how much I was going to miss him. Tears pooled once again in my eyes. One slid down, and Axel casually reached up with his right hand to wipe it away. His hand lingered near my face, and took my chin softly in his hand.

"I love you, Axel". I said. "please don't go." I was trying to keep from crying, trying to keep my voice steady as I proclaimed my love for the stupid redhead who was caressing my jaw. He didn't look surprised at my proclamation, only showing a sign of happiness when he smiled a small smirk.

"I know. I love you too, Roxas." he whispered. He leaned in very slightly, so that our lips touched. Before I knew it, he began to kiss me. And the longer the kiss went, the more passionate it became. Soon, I reached my hands up to snarl them into his moist hair, and felt Axel's hands somewhat slide down to my lower back.

I jumped slightly when I heard the old grandfather clock in the background ring, signaling it to be midnight. "I have to go back home" I reluctantly muttered in between kisses.

"Stay here for the night" he replied. I pushed him slightly off of me, just so that we could talk.

"I can't. I have school tomorrow... and you're moving first thing tomorrow." I replied solemnly.

Axel made a a clicking noise with is tongue, and moved his arm from my back to reach into has pant's pocket.

"Here." he said, handing me a small, crumpled piece of paper. "I've been meaning to give this to you. It's the phone number of my new house. You know my cell phone number already. Call or text or whatever. You know the drill, Roxy. And it's not like I'm going to be gone fever. Cheer up. I'll visit. I swear, I will. This isn't goodbye." he said. He reached down to put the paper in the pocket of my jacket, and kissed my lightly on the lips again. "This isn't goodbye." he repeated. "I promise." he held out his pinky finger to me, "promise?" he questioned.

I held up my finger in return, and we shook.

"I promise".

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so, what do you think?