A/N Hello and welcome to yet ANOTHER story!
I'm writing this one because it was a request from a friend of mine
Also because, actually, i really enjoy writing it!
I find it really easy to write for soem reason...
and guess what!
i'm about half way through chapter two, so as to when i update all counts on how many reviews a get!
So, here we go!
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My Seventh Avenue
"Roxas? Yoohoo, anyone there?"
I plummeted back to earth, out of my daydream, at the sound of my name.
"Yeah? W-what is it?"
Axel smirked, making my stomach tighten. He always looks so good when he smirks. He probably perfects it in the mirror every chance he gets.
"What were you thinking about, eh?" He asked, still smirking, one eyebrow slightly raised. I felt my face burn.
"I-I was… I was just… Wondering if we were going to do anything…?"
Axel shrugged, "Dunno, Let's go…" he paused to think for a moment, "Somewhere." He finished lamely. I rolled my eyes, "Let's go get some ice cream."
Axel nodded and stood up. We walked out from the little alleyway in Seventh Avenue, and headed for the ice cream parlour. Everything was so familiar round here, nothing had changed really. Seventh Avenue was where Axel and I first met. I remember that day very well…
-Flashback-
I tore down the street. I had to get away. Anywhere was better than with them. Tears were mixing with the blood that stained my face; stinging unbearably. My chest heaved in and out, in and out, but I had to keep going. Even if it killed me. I had to get away. Get away from them. The sound of my feet echoed eerily around me. My breath caught in my chest. I choked. But I kept going.
Suddenly I stopped. I was trapped. A dead end. I wheeled around. I couldn't go back. Not now. I backed against the wall, siding down it. I hugged my knees to my chest. I could feel the blood, mingled with tears, down my wet face. I buried my face in my hands.
Then, I heard a voice:
"Hey, are you alright?"
I slowly lifted my head up. A tall red-head was leaning on the wall, quite a way away from me. He must have been about my age. I lowered my eyes again. My throat was too dry to answer. I heard him move nearer. He lent down, bringing his face level with mine. He stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm, helping me up. I would have protested; but I couldn't find the energy.
He looked over me, shocked. I was covered in bruises and cuts. There was a massive burn on my temple. The rain spat down on it, mercilessly. It seared. My hand shot to my head. His shock turned to concern.
"I-I'm fine…" I told him. It wasn't any of his business as to why I was bleeding. What did he care anyway? The only one that cared was Riku: my best friend. He was the one I'd run to. So… why hadn't I gone there? I didn't actually know.
He raised an eyebrow, "I can see that…" He said, sarcastically. I tried to frown, but it just made the burn hurt more. My face screwed up in pain, and felt another tear slid down my face. "What happened?" He asked, tentatively, kneeling down on the wet ground beside me.
I shook my head and he sighed. He was just about to turn away when I whispered: "My parents. They punished me." I saw his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"You ran away because your parents are cross with you?" I hesitated, wondering whether to tell him the truth, then nodded. He rolled his eyes, "Axel." He said.
"What?" I replied, confused.
"My name, it's Axel." He smirked as the realisation dawned on my face.
"Oh… Roxas. I'm Roxas."
He nodded, "You should go home, Roxas." He said, I shook my head. There was no way I could go back. Not now. But, eventually, persuaded me too.
Axel began to walk me home. I watch the people pass us by. Axel does seem indifferent as I looked at him with a small pout. I began to look down. Axel turned to me and asked "You know where your home is?"
I nodded."It's about three blocks from here I think…" I said. We walked and didn't talk much.
Axel said, as we became closer to my home "You know… What exactly did your parents do to you? As punishmentI mean..."
As I opened my mouth my mother yelled "ROXAS!" in a worried voiceI felt sorry
hopeful; maybe she did care for me.
She ran to me and hugged me. And I cried on her chest. She had long brown hair and kind chocolate eyes.
"Heya" said Axel uncertainly. She smiled and said with joy: "You found my son?! How can I ever thank you?!"
Axel scratched his head and blushed slightly. "Ummm… where Roxas get those bruises?" She frowned and I didn't dare turn to Axel, burring myself into my mother's chest.
"He was bullied and then got into a fight. As much as we care for our little angel, he causes so much trouble." stated mommy. My eyes widened: what she said never happened. She hit me and my Father hit me because they'd seen me with Riku.
That was twelve years ago, we were five.
I glanced over at him; my stomach seemed to tie it's self in knots, yes, knots.
Let's get this straight; Axel and I are best friends. Yeah, best friends. We have been since like… Elementary school. We've always told each other everything. That's right, everything. Up until about a year ago, when I discovered that… I liked guys. And not just any guys. No, it just happened to be Axel. Yes, Axel. So that's a certain little thing I've been keeping secret. It's not a big deal, right? I mean, okay, it is a big deal, but it's not as if I'm going to tell him. Hell no.
I'd never be able to do it anyway. I wouldn't have the courage to. But, I'll have to tell him sometime. I can't live my life as a lie forever. That would be even harder. So, I guess I'll tell him sometime. But, that time hasn't come yet. Well, okay, I've had plenty opportunities to tell him, but… It's harder than you would think. I mean, if I came out to Axel; the whole school would end up knowing. I'd be as good as dead if that happened. You see, I go to a very strict Catholic school that 'doesn't tolerate that sort of rubbish'. That's what my Dad told be when I moved up from middle school. He's always saying stuff like that, just in case I 'turn out wrong'. He always makes sure that I know how to turn out. In ways other than speech.
We never got on well. I think it started when I made friends with Riku. My parents never liked me hanging around with him. They said he was a bad influence on me. But that didn't stop me. Neither did the violence they inflicted upon me. I'd always pretend like nothing was wrong; but that seemed to make them more convinced that I needed some sense knocked into me.
Even now, I can't stand up for myself. I just let it happen. I know I should. I know I should stand up for myself. But, if I do they only get madder. But, if I cry that also works them up, especially Dad. So, I really don't know what to do. Dad yells at me to 'Take it like a man'. So I try. But when they've finished, and they leave me, I crawl into the corner and cry. Riku normally finds me like that. He always cleans me up. Axel would, but it's another thing I haven't told him. I don't see the point in telling him. I'd only get pity. And pity is something I can do without. Pity does nothing except make you feel worse.
Maybe, just maybe, I should tell him how I feel about him. I don't know what more can go wrong in my life. Maybe I will tell him, and maybe: the sooner the better.
"Spacing out again, Roxas?" A smirking Axel asked.
"Heh, I was just… thinking."
Axel raised his eyebrows, "Are you alright, Roxas? Is there something you're not telling me?"
Of course there's something I'm not telling you! As far as you know, my life is bloody perfect! And it's going to stay that way.
But then, my mouth betrayed me.
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Well...?
How was it?
I was told that people LIKE me writing kinda angsty stuff... so you should like this... because, trust me, iit gets really really angst in the later chapters...
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