Dear Roxas,

Let me tell you about this chick I met last summer in Twilight Town.

She's about 5'9, short blonde hair, light green eyes. She was absolutely beautiful. I mean curves in all the right places. I loved it. And I wanted it.

"Get lost, pervert." Those were her first words to me. Any other guy would've been offended and left. But she challenged me.

So, like the stalker I am not, I followed her into the elevator and watched her go into room 307.

"For one, I'm not a pervert! I prefer sexually deprived!"

"Oh, I believe you! Now I think you're a stalker."

"If I were a stalker, I would be in your room. But I'm outside. OUTSIDE!"

"Whatever!"

"Look, I'm trying to have at least one summer fling before I have to leave this place! To me, that sounds like a compliment!"

She opened the door and threw a dazzling smile my way. "Summer fling? Well why didn't you say so?" I just knew this was gonna be the best fling of my life.

Until she...threw me off the balcony.

"Did you live?" she called.

"Just barely!"

"Damn..."

Our next encounter was at the front desk. I didn't talk to her, but she looked over at me. "You know...there's something missing that would totally complete you."

"Oh? And what is that?" I smirked.

"A knife..." She grabbed a folder from the desk and walked away, heels clicking against the floor.

I'm just standing there thinking 'Holy shit...'

And then there was my room. At four in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and the same girl sidestepped me and walked into my kitchen. "You have water? Of course you have water."

Like, what the hell! She's in my hotel room drinking my water!

Because I know you so well, I know it's just setting in that I was thrown off a balcony. Stop laughing.

Anyway, she finished the water and tossed the bottle on the floor. "You have anything for migraines? My head's killing me."

"Wh-!? Get out!"

"No."

She didn't even budge. The only thing to do was give her the medicine. It wasn't until I smelled alcohol that I knew what happened.

"Why are you here if you're drunk?"

"Cause I don't have my key. I'm sleeping here."

"No you're not."

"It wasn't a question, dumbass. I'm staying here until morning. If you try to molest me, I'll kill you."

"Well it's a bit unfair that you're drinking my water, taking my pills, probably sleeping in my bed and I get no action."

"It's fair because I'm a lady and you're a freakish man beast."

"Ho, ho, freakish!? That's a bit much-!"

"I'm going to sleep."

She slept in the bed and I took the chair out on the balcony. When I woke up, she was gone.

Three weeks passed and I just assumed she was a figment of my imagination. The beach would surely clear my head, right?

Wrong. She nearly drowned me. I was coughing up saltwater for hours.

That's how I spent the rest of that summer. I hit on her, she stabs me in the arm. It was normal to me. But I learned three things that summer. Her name, her GAME, and that you can close a stab wound with three lighters and a bottle of alcohol.

Don't get me wrong, I actually liked that summer. Larxene, the crazy girl, told me she'd see me next summer for that fling. And I'm holding her to that. I'm going back to that same hotel in Twilight Town to see her again.

Man, she was everything. She was wild, spontaneous, DANGEROUS, everything I didn't want in a girl. At first.

Now, I'm looking forward to getting stabbed.

Why am I telling you all this? I want you to come with me in case I don't make it to fall. You'll help me, right?

Yeah, I'm crazy, but not as crazy as her. That girl was a savage. And...I think I like that.

Yours Truly, Axel.