The fourth of July. Someone's birthday. My birthday. A very special day, for me at least. I usually don't tell anyone about it though because I don't want a party or gifts. All I want is a little time on my own, a whole day to be more specific. Well, that's what I want, not what I get.

I have friends, and they somehow found out when my birthday was and decided to surprise me with a party. I decided to kill them. However since my family is against killing people - shocking I know - I decided to keep a hold of myself and try to survive the party.

"Go to hell…" I muttered to the people passing me. Not loud enough for them to hear it though, instead I smiled at them while muttering even more curses. My whole house was full of people and I barely knew half of them. Right now, I could be sitting in the couch, watching a movie all by myself, but no. My friends had to throw me a party.

In all my annoyance I went outside to smoke. Smoking always made me relax and I knew very well that it wasn't healthy, I had tried to quit several times but never succeeded. I got out a cigarette and placed it between my lips while I took out my lighter. It was old and not fully functional, so while I fumbled with it, trying to get it to work, I accidentally dropped it in the grass. I went down on my knees, not caring about the stains the grass and mud would leave, and started looking for the lighter but it was nowhere to be seen.

"No, this can't be happening…" I mumbled as I kept searching for it. This day was definitely on top three on my list over awful birthdays.

"Need some fire?" Someone asked me and I looked up. A man was standing there, reaching me his lighter. I slowly stood up and wiped the most of the mud of my knees before accepting the lighter with a short "thanks" and then lit the cigarette.

"Thanks…" I mumbled before sitting down on the steps leading to my house.

"Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking?"

"No? Even if I was, that'd be my problem, not yours." I said and gave him back his lighter.

He blew out some smoke that rose graciously to the sky as he sat down next to me on the steps. He was probably older than me, maybe 25-30, but I couldn't be sure. He had red, spiky hair and was wearing simple clothes; skinny black jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He was thin but still looked strong. Attractive, some would say.

"True," he said shortly while, most likely, smirking. I looked up and confirmed my suspicions. He had an all through smug kind of smirk, as if he knew something I didn't. "My name is Axel by the way."

"Roxas," I said shortly before moving my gaze from him to absolutely nowhere.

"Cool. Mind if I call you Roxy?"

"Actually, I do mind…" I mumbled, but not loud enough for him to hear.

"What was that?" He said as he leaned closer.

"I do!"

"Aw… I'm so flattered! But I don't think there's a priest available for marriage at this time of day!"

I realized that I should've stayed inside and suffered through the party, because this man was even more annoying. I shot him the deadliest glare I could master before simply turning my head away from him.

"I was just kidding Roxy," he chuckled again and I felt his hand brush against mine. It shot chills up my spine and I shivered slightly. It wasn't in a bad way though more like… No, never mind, I'm just exaggerating.

"Don't call me Roxy," I replied and stood up only to be pulled back down. His hand was on my mine and so was his gaze.

"But it suits you…" He said and stroked my chin in a seductive kind of way while his smirk remained smug.

I don't know if you figured it out from the name but I'm male and if you noticed this you might also have noticed that Axel is male which makes us two males. So the big question is… Is he hitting on me?

"How does it suit me?"

"It just does…" he said before taking both our cigarettes and putting them out in my ashtray.

"Hey, why did you do-" I was interrupted by a pair of lips on mine.

Mental note to self: Ignore the fact that your family is against killing people and buy a gun. NOW.