You and Me: Collection of Drabbles

Short drabbles inspired by a quotes from journal given to me by a friend for my birthday. There is no set pairing (RikuSora, ZexionDemyx, AxelRoxas).

If this brings a smile to your face, I'll feel that I've accomplished my goal. ::grin::

A/N: This one was written last, and yet it's the one I like the best (funny how things work out). Also based on real life experience (sort of). I had a newspaper route too when I was younger, and I hope that if you've also ever had one you can appreciate how heavy that cart would be...


"Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting…"


It's Saturday and you wake up to your alarm clock blaring in your right ear. You swear that thing wasn't half as annoying when you bought it and the only reason that you haven't chucked it out the window yet is because you know you can't afford to buy another one (as in really really can't afford to).

You sigh and you know you have a job to do, but let's just say that it's a displeasure to get up at 6 am every Saturday just because the old grandpas on your route (because all the bloody early risers just had to be on your route) wanted their papers in one hand and a slice of toast with strawberry jam in the other at the breakfast table. Not that you'd be willing to supply the toast, not unless of course they paid you extra (which wasn't going to happen any time soon).

The morning air is fresh and a bit of cool wind fans across your face as you drag your cart of newspapers up the Hill of Death. You know you have the worst route in the whole world of newspaper routes; it's no wonder you got the job so quickly. You heard the last person who took this route had to be extracted from a fence with the Jaws of Life. You shudder.

You get through the first three houses, and you sigh a breath of relief that quickly turns into a yelp when you see Shaver racing across the street (because somebody forgot to keep the psychopathic chocobo on a leash again, and you know the reason he's called Shaver, which is why you're booking it down the street as fast as your legs can carry you.)

You skid around the corner and newspapers fly every which way. You're grabbed by the arm and hulled up into a tree, and you see Shaver racing down the street.

You're grateful (who wants to be mauled by a crazy chocobo?) but no one grabs you without getting kicked somewhere painful.

You turn to tell the kid off, and instead see the greenest pair of eyes. You sort of stop breathing for a moment… but you tell him off anyways, because no one's allowed to grab you like that and just get away with it.

His grin gets wider and you wonder if something's wrong with him. He tells you his name is Axel, and that he just moved in yesterday. He says he heard you scream a block down and you punch him hard on the shoulder, but you grin back.

He helps you gather all the newspapers and walks with you to deliver them. You're happy, but you're not, because you're still not a girl and can handle Shaver and Biter and Grater and Death Lord down the street without any help.

So when Axel is getting chased by the three vicious aforementioned chocobos (Shaver is still busy racing down the street), you just laugh and you don't say anything when he shows up the next Saturday, or the Saturday after that, or the Saturday after that…


AxelRoxas