Why isn't he calling me?

oOo


A lot of things annoyed Roxas.

"Roxasssss!"

But this? This was past being annoying—it was infuriating.

Roxas easily ignored the brunette and continued walking down the hall. He kept his eyes glued to the ground, and tried to make it seem like he was in a hurry when he truly wasn't.

What a surprise. He couldn't take the hint.

"Wait for me! Hey! Yoo hoo!" He continued to shout. Roxas heard him run into an innocent bystander who knew nothing about the kid's—yes Roxas referred to a guy his own age as a kid due to his maturity—existence. Roxas eventually gave up when he heard pounding footsteps behind him that were faster than before.

"Hey." Sora, Roxas's roommate, said, after finally catching up. "What's up?"

Roxas glanced up, shifting the textbook in his hands. "I'm kind of in a hurry." Please take the hint.

"Where are you going?"

"To the room."

"So am I!" Roxas cringed from the other brunette's loud and excited voice. Was it possible for one to get so excited over something so minimal?

There were multiple times people thought they were related. Roxas hated to admit, but it was true; they looked almost exactly alike. It must've been the hair and their blue eyes. Roxas had blonde hair that wasn't exactly flat, and Sora had brown hair that was beyond spiky—it defied the laws of gravity. Roxas tried to tame his hair, unlike Sora, and puts gel on it every time he took a shower. And since Roxas was stuck with this, this kid, he knew that Sora put nothing in his hair. He didn't even brush it.

But he did take showers, which explained why Roxas had sleep deprivation due to Sora's terrible vocals. The kid couldn't sing for his life, yet he sung like he was in some kind of record studio when showering. He didn't care about being modest, he just sung like there was no tomorrow.

Sora then noticed the book in Roxas's arms. "Oh. I'm guessing you have a test tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. Friday."

"But today's Tuesday."

"And?"

"You're studying for a test that's on Friday when it's Tuesday?"

"Pretty much." Almost there…

"Man, I wish I could be like you. Always working ahead. I am the world's greatest procrastinator! Literally. It's, like, the only thing I'm good at."

Yeah. Besides being annoying.

"Hey, wanna go to this café once your done?" Sora asked just as they turned the corner to Roxas's room. Sora continued walking, while Roxas suddenly ran into something that was solid.

"Excuse me." The words came out of Roxas's mouth just as he made contact with the solid. All he saw was…what the hell?

"Excuse me, kid!" The guy screeched, skidding past Roxas. Roxas stood there, his eyes wide in terror and his mouth hung open. Was he really…?

"Whoa!" Sora exclaimed, just noticing what happened. "That guy was naked!"

Roxas felt like the image was imprinted in his mind forever. Permanently. Hell, he didn't even know what color hair the guy had—he only knew how big his dick was. Maybe he caught sight of some pubic hair but ugh that was beyond disgusting.

"I think," Roxas whispered, "I'm blind."

"YEAH BUDDY!" The guy was yelling down the hallway, sprinting in a flash of naked skin. Roxas then heard squeals that came from girls down the hallway.

"Cool!" Sora said, grinning widely. "That's the first streak I've seen so far!"

"I hope it's the last." Roxas said, gradually easing the image from his mind.

"College is supposed to be like that! Wild and free, you know? Parties, streaks..."

Roxas started walking again, zoning Sora out. Of course the brunette hurried next to him, having to practically jog to keep up with Roxas's pace.

"You know," Sora said, "for a short guy, you sure do walk fast."

"I'm not short." Roxas said, taking out the keys to the door. "I walk fast because I used to be in track." I'm one hell of a runner.

"Whoa! So you were a jock? I thought you were those guys who were all about science."

Roxas chose not to respond. Why bother wasting the time? He would only be stuck with this kid for another year and then he would have to go to a university. It was times like these—seeing streaks—that he regretted not taking his basics in a university, though the community colleges were cheaper. He originally thought it would be wise to go to a community to get the basics out of the way, and then go to a university to get the job really done. But now, seeing all these insane people, he wished he just went to a university.

"I'm watching TV!" Sora said just as the door opened. He pushed past Roxas and ran into the room, diving headfirst onto his bed. Roxas lay on his bed, laying the textbook out in front of him. He recorded the lecture today and was going to write out some notes. Thankfully he had earphones so he wouldn't have to listen to the show Sora was watching—which was currently cartoons.

"When there's trouble you know who to call!" Sora was singing (again). "TEEN TITANS!"

Roxas glared at him. Sora loved the show, with the teen super heroes. He knew the theme song by heart, and screamed when the 'Teen Titan' part came. He felt bad for the neighbors, having to hear random screaming here and there.

Roxas tugged the earphones into his ears, the sound of the TV and Sora now gone. He pressed play on the recorder and began writing notes.

2 HOURS LATER

Roxas closed his book, sighing. He wrote five pages of notes, and decided he needed a break. His brain felt fried. Not in the good way either.

"No! Don't attack him!" Sora was hugging a pillow. He noticed Roxas had closed his book. "Wanna go to the café now?"

"No." Roxas found no point in lying.

"Come on! They have good cupcakes. I should know. My mom makes killer cupcakes."

"I'm tired. I think I'll just crash here soon."

Sora gave Roxas a stern look. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Lunch."

"Holy cow! It's, like, almost nine at night! How are you alive?"

Roxas shrugged.

"We're going."

"Why don't you just go?"

"Because I don't like to go places alone. It's too boring, unless I find someone I actually know." Sora shrugged. "Please?"

"But I'm boring. Why would you want me to go? It'll be like talking to a wall."

"Yes, but you're not a wall. And you're not boring. You're just quiet. There's a difference." Sora started putting his shoes on. "We're going."

"You're going. I'm staying here."

"No, no, no. You're coming with me."

"But—"

"—yes!"

"Fuck you. Go by yourself." Roxas snapped, having enough. Of course he felt a twinge of guilt when he saw the look of hurt on Sora's face, and he immediately regretted snapping. When you're dealing with people like Sora, you must have utmost patience. "Uh, sorry. Come on—I'll go with you."

Of course, then again, Roxas regretted saying that, for Sora's face split into one overly happy grin.

Great.

"Yay! Cupcakes here we come!"


Roxas has been to the café many times before. He never found it very special.

Sora, on the other hand, was like a kid in a candy store.

"Look at that!" Sora pointed to a cupcake on the menu. "Oh! No, look at that one. Which one should I get?" Roxas shrugged. "I'll go with that one. They have cookies, too, you know. What're you going to get?"

"I'll just get nothing."

"No, you're getting something. Are you a fan of coffee?"

"Sure." I've never had coffee.

"Then we shall get you coffee. I hate coffee, but I'm sure you'll like theirs. Everything here's good."

They stood in line patiently. Sora was practically bouncing on his heels, and Roxas felt bad for the cashier who worked there.

"I want a chocolate cupcake with chocolate icing!" Sora practically shouted when it was their turn.

The cashier looked at Roxas, who moved a little away from Sora. I really don't know him.

"I'm guessing he likes chocolate." The cashier joked, smiling at Roxas. Roxas faked a smile, stuffing his hands into his pocket. Why the hell is he staring at me?

"He wants coffee." Sora explained, pointing to Roxas.

"Hey, haven't I seen you before?" The cashier asked, gripping Roxas's attention. Roxas looked up, seeing the cashier lean against the counter.

He didn't look familiar to him.

"Oh! That's right." The cashier snapped his fingers. "I gave you my number."

Oh. That guy.

Roxas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Every single time he came into this café, this guy was the cashier. And every single time Roxas ordered food, the guy gave him his number—each time Roxas told him he lost it. The guy obviously wanted Roxas to call him, but Roxas, well, didn't know what to think.

"Let me guess. You lost it again?"

Roxas shifted his feet uncomfortable. "Yeah."

"I have an idea! Instead of giving my number to you again, how about you give me your number?"

No. No way in hell.

Roxas smiled. "Sure. Do you have a piece of paper?"

The guy looked a little surprised. "Uh, yeah. Here's a pen." He slid a piece of paper over to Roxas along with a pen. While Roxas began writing his "number", the guy got their orders.

Roxas rolled his eyes at the paper. Of course he wasn't going to give the guy his real number—he was making one up. Literally. Maybe that'll give the guy the hint that Roxas didn't want to talk to him.

"Here." Roxas smiled again, holding up the paper. He tired picturing the guy's face when he called tonight, only to get someone else's number. Idiot.

"Awesome." The guy grinned. "I'll call you tonight."

I wouldn't count on that.

"Cupcake!" Sora said, holding up a brown bag. "Can we eat now?"

Roxas shrugged and they went to a table. Just as Roxas took his coffee from Sora, Sora leaned towards him and whispered, "I think that guy likes you."

"I don't care."

"Are you gay?"

"I'm not sure." Roxas took a sip of the coffee. It actually wasn't bad. "I'm not really into the dating thing."

"So you wouldn't date anyone right now?"

"I definitely wouldn't date that guy." Roxas glanced over at the redheaded cashier, seeing him joke with another costumer. "No way."

"He's not that bad looking. Just as an FYI, I'm gay." Sora began devouring his cupcake. "Don't worry, I won't molest you in your sleep. You look too much like me."

I think it's the other way around.

"How's the coffee?" Sora asked. He paused. "Shit. I forgot to get a drink. I get thirsty kind of easily."

Yeah. You need plenty of water to quench how much energy you burn a day just by talking nonstop. Roxas smiled at his thought. Yes, his middle name was sarcasm, and he loved every moment of it.

"I shall get in line." Sora told Roxas, running into the back. Roxas leaned into the wall, taking another sip of the coffee. This coffee did taste good. Sure he's never had coffee before, mainly because he's heard that it stains your teeth, but he was glad he tried it.

He was lost in his thoughts for a few moments before Sora was back.

"So I mixed every single drink. Doctor Pepper with coke, then I added some Sprite, and decided to put some Fanta in with the mix." Sora gushed. "Have you ever done that?"

"No."

"Oh, and by the way, the cashier asked for your name."

Roxas's eyes widened. "He did?" What the hell does he want from me?

"Yeah. So I told him."

"You what?" Roxas nearly choked on his coffee. Did Sora not get the hint that Roxas did not want to even talk to the guy?

"I told him. Don't worry," Sora smiled encouragingly, "I didn't give him your middle name."

You've got to be kidding me. "So you gave him my last name?"

"First and last, but not your middle name."

Roxas rubbed his temple. Not only was Sora unbearably annoying, he now had a big mouth and didn't know how to keep it shut.

This is hell. Living hell.

Roxas dimly listened to a rambling Sora. Most of the time he was reading emails off his phone. His mother usually sent him emails, about every single day. He tried his best to keep up with her, but if he even skipped a day then he was already behind.

"Roxas?" Roxas looked up when he heard his name called, and it wasn't Sora. Much to his dismay, it was the redheaded cashier. He was taking off the uniform hat (which was a big cupcake hat) and said, "I'll call you tonight."

I know. You already told me. But technically, you won't be calling me. You'll be calling some random number.

"Okay." Roxas pushed the coffee cup away. "I'll keep my phone with me." Sucker.

"Do you go to Twilight Town Community College?"

"He sure does!" Sora said, crinkling his cupcake wrapped loudly. "He's my roomate in room-"

"-I think it's time to go, Sora." Roxas cut off the brunette, standing up abruptly. Was he really about to tell this guy our room number? What the hell?

"He has a test to study for." Sora said. "You know the funny thing? It's on Friday."

The redhead grinned, his hands on his hips. He has to be gay. Why the fuck he he smiling at me like that? Does he know what a staring problem is?

"You know, Blondie," he said, "I've been waiting for a call from you for days."

Boo fucking who.

Roxas shrugged. "I lost your number."

"I know hard-to-get when I see it." He moved closer. Roxas squeezed his hands into tight fists. "And I think that's what you're doing."

"I don't know what you mean." Roxas said innocently, seeing Sora sneak away in the corner of his eye. Sora looked uncomfortable, and shot Roxas a sheepish smile.

"Don't play stupid. I know this game. I'm the best at it, got it memorized?" The guy pointed to his temple. Roxas backed into the wall, pursing his lips when his back hit it. The guy was still coming closer.

"Now," He took out the piece of paper, "I want you to write your real number. Not some fake ass number. Get it?"

Damn. He's smarter than he looks.

"What if I don't want to?" Roxas asked, squaring his shoulders.

The redhead looked surprised for a moment, like he wasn't expecting that. Roxas saw something glint in the other guy's eyes, but thought nothing more of it.

"Write the number down." He said, shoving the paper in Roxas's face. Roxas snatched the paper with a glare, and took the pen from the redhead.

This is stupid. I could just write down another random number again.

"Once you write the number, I'm going to call it." The guy explained. "And we'll see if it's your phone or not."

Is this guy insane? Why the hell does he want my number so bad?

Roxas wrote down his number after seeing no other escapes. The redhead took the paper, took out his phone, and dialed the number. Surely Roxas's phone began vibrating in his pocket.

The redhead smirked. "Bingo."

"Fuck you."

"In due time, Blondie. In due time."

"Oh, look at that." Roxas took out his phone, seeing the redhead's number. "I'll just block your number."

"Then I'll have to change it."

Roxas glared at him. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"AXEL!" Someone yelled. "Get your ass back in here! You didn't clean these dishes at all!"

Axel, the redheaded cashier, rolled his eyes. "Tuffie, I did clean them. Try to remember I was the only one here tonight." He turned back to Roxas, only to find that the blonde, and the brunette, had vanished.

"Axel! Stop ogling the guy and come in here!"

"Is ogle even a word?"

"As a matter of fact, it is." Yuffie was bent over the dishes, scrubbing furiously. "I need to get out of here early tonight." She tossed a towel at Axel. "Dry them, will you?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Axel began drying the dishes after each one she finished.

"So, you finally got his number?"

"Yeah. His real number."

"Every time that kid comes here, you stalk him."

"I don't stalk him!"

"No, you just admire him from afar."

"...so?"

Both of them went silent when Axel's phone began ringing. The redhead looked at the number, and was shocked to see it was Roxas's number. Hesitantly, he answered it.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, by the way, nice hat." He swiftly hung up.

Axel glared at the ground. "Sometimes I really hate sarcasm."