He remembered like it was yesterday, every detail so clear, like it was seen through the eyes of a cat or any other animal with exceptional eyesight. The day that Axel, the tall red head always dressed in black asked 15 year old Roxas to walk home with him.

"Walk home? But Don't you walk home with older people? W-"

"You talk too much, Come on." Said the Axel with his alluring, emerald eyes and his hand outstretched. Axel was in the year above Roxas and so therefore he was 16. Roxas just stared at his hand in amazement as if he had been chosen to win some big prize. Why would one of the most popular guys in school want to walk home with him? An average haired 15 year old?

"Well? I don't bite." Axel growing impatient.

"Huh? Oh um…" Roxas found himself staring at him, any movement would break the silence so Roxas took Axel's hand and stood up from his desk in the classroom which was now empty apart from the teacher, too busy stacking away papers to care what the two boys were saying and out of the room, Roxas couldn't take his eyes off of the tall boy by his side, as if he was drawn to the sight of his face. They walked down the corridor and already Axel was stopped by an older friend of his.

"Hey Axel! Up for a drive home today?" The boy, Axel's age slapped him on the back while laughing. Not noticing the short blond stood right beside Axel.

"No thanks, I have company, maybe some other time." Axel spoke in a calm voice. As soon as he mentioned Roxas, the small boy blushed and turned away.

"Um, okay then I guess. Catch ya later!" The older friend slapped him on the back again and disappeared down the corridor.

"Who was that?" Roxas asked shyly as they began walking again.

"A friend." Axel almost seemed angry while speaking. Had Roxas done something wrong? And the question still hadn't been answered, why was Axel asking to walk home with Roxas? There was an eerie silence as they eventually got out of the school and through the double gates leading to them. The two boys were no longer holding hands, they let go earlier, but now there was an awkwardness as there was nobody around other than these two. Suddenly, Axel turned to Roxas and smiled.

"Feels good to get out of there, I'm glad I waited up for you in detention, the crowds would have been everywhere!" he said this with a huge grin across his lips. Why was there a sudden change of mood?

"Uh, you waited for me? Even though I had a detention? But w-" He was interrupted by Axel pressing his slender finger on Roxas' lips. They both stopped walking and stared at each other.

"Yeah I waited, I had one too. Might as well walk home together huh?" Axel shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and continued walking. Roxas had to run a few steps to catch up with him and get to his side again. The silence was unbearable so Roxas HAD to say something.

"Um, you do know that I'm in the year below you, right? Axel?" Axel didn't answer, just looked on the side of the road and up at the sky. "Why do you want to walk home with me?"

"You live somewhere along here don't you? In one of these houses?" Pointing to a long row of houses with small front gardens and most at least one broken window for each house, if not then two.

Um…yeah…third one down…but why do you-"

"Seems like a pretty…cool place."

"I hate it." Roxas frowned. Axel stopped and stared at the blue-eyed boy as he looked at the house which is supposed to be his. A simple, two storied house with a broken window and over grown grass in the small front garden with a blue front gate which matched the dirty front door.

"I don't like people seeing my house…it looks so-""I walk this way too.""Um, I know I see you sometimes" The two boys stop and look at each other. Axel's emerald eyes fixed on those sapphire ones of the small boy in front of him. Roxas started to feel uneasy about the staring contest so he looked at his house again and then the road that they are walking on to lead to it.

"I walk with my best friend and you are sometimes in front."

"That spiky haired dude?""Um, yeah how did you know?" There is a pause as Axel looks at Roxas' house again and walks a few feet further to get right to his front gate.

"I guess I'll be going now then." He sat on the small brick wall on either side of the front gate.

"Um…thanks for walking me home. I know it's only a short way. You turned down your friend because of me didn't you?""Don't worry about it he understands. He knows why I'm doing it.""It? You mean walking me home?"

"Uh huh."

"Then why are you?" There is another pause as Axel looks at his watch and then down the road.

"I gotta get going. See ya!" He gets off of the brick wall and continues walking down the road, without Roxas. Then stops and turns around, gives a slight wave and is on his way. Roxas just let out a loud sigh and walked up to his front door. Then paused, bit his bottom lip and entered the house. He shyly drops his bag on the floor and looks in the living room where his dad, a tall, muscular man is sat in a huge armchair with a can of beer in his grip. The man's baggy top has droplets of beer all over it as he stands up and spills even more of it down himself. The man stands up and stares at Roxas with a mad frown.

"Dad I-I'm…home…" Roxas takes a step back and clenches his fists lightly, as if he was scared. Roxas' dad picks up the TV remote and raises his hand. There is a crashing sound heard from the house…and then a small thud sound as if someone had fallen to their happened more and more often, Axel walking Roxas home after that first time. As it he had made it a habit. Even if Roxas had a detention, Axel was always stood outside his classroom door, waiting for him. So much so, it was a usual sight, the two together at home time. It had gone on for weeks. And then they had started to build up conversations, talking like friends, good ones! Pretty soon they were smiling and laughing with each other, even hugging when they met at the end of every day. Then one day, after a few months of Axel walking him home, he walked just that extra bit closer to Roxas. As they got closer and closer to where they usually went their separate ways, there was a weird silence. One that had not been heard in months. As soon as Roxas opened his mouth to talk, Axel stopped and stared at him as if he REALLY wanted to listen.

"I got another detention tomorrow…so I-" He was interrupted by the sudden force of Axel lips pressed against his. The force pushed the young blond back against a tall fence behind him. Axel's eyes shut tightly while Roxas' wide open, still in shock. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he blushed violently and felt his hands being pinned to the fence by either side of his head. Axel had to bend slightly to kiss the young boy by did not mind. A thousands thoughts rushed through Roxas' mind.

What is he doing?! Why do I feel so…-After moments of passionate kissing, Axel broke apart from Roxas for air. He stood there, still with his hands holding Roxas' wrists against the fence behind them. Roxas was still blushing even more so than before. He spoke with a shy and quiet voice, as if he wasn't sure of himself.

"…Axel…What are you doing?"

"I…-" Unable to finish his sentence, Axel lets go of Roxas' wrists and stands back as if nothing had happened.

"I have wanted to do that for ages…Roxas."

"Axel." Roxas stepped forward gingerly and stared into Axel's now closed emerald eyes. Slowly, Roxas began to reach for his face, touched it and turned Axel's head to face him, having to reach up high to be able to. Roxas then closed his eyes…and kissed him back. Wrapping his arms around Axel's neck. That was the day I found my first ever…That was the first day the two boys' lips made contact.

The first kiss Roxas had had with Axel, the first, and not the last.