Chapter One: Flyer Guys Are Annoying

Can you picture yourself up in a high tower with no way out or no way in, waiting day after day for some magical Prince Charming to suddenly appear, fall in love with you and somehow save you? Do you see yourself actually wanting to live in solitude, just surviving on the hope alone that your true love will come save you? I sure can't see myself living like that. Waiting for years would drive me insane! Then, what if he actually does find you? You get married the next day and you barely know the guy. All you know is that he's good looking and can climb high ass towers. Do you even know his name? Alright, you married now and that's where the story ends. The princess gets her happily ever after. But what happens after the happily ever after? What if what seems like is a dream come true is just a never ending nightmare? What if Prince Charming isn't actually so charming? Fairytales are just that. Tales. Nothing can come true with them. It's just a story to keep you entertained with a false hope. It's how Hollywood can make the big bucks. It's time to face reality. Life is no fairytale. Where's my happily ever after?

Roxas sighed and drummed his fingers on the keyboard. He read the paragraph over and over again and yet it still made no sense to him. All he did was let his fingers flow over the keys, writing out whatever he thought. Writer's block was something he imagined he'd never get, but it's a curse. Every author gets it from time to time, but Roxas wished he just hadn't gotten it then. His publisher wanted a brand spanking new book as soon as possible. Roxas wasn't even sure why. The first book he did write and publish tanked anyway.

He closed his laptop and pulled the brown messenger bag he had with him onto his lap so he could put his laptop away. There was no way he could pull out a whole book from that silly paragraph. He'd save it for the archives however, in case he eventually did find himself wanting to try something with it later on. Roxas looked around in the small coffee shop he sat in, hoping for some inspiration.

At the table across from him sat an older gentleman reading that day's paper. On the side of him was a couple that were clinging onto each other like their life depended on it and they made strange, lovey-dovey faces at each other. Roxas turned away in disgust. He had just recently gotten out of a rather bad relationship with a blonde girl he'd rather keep far from his mind. Roxas was just sick of couples at the moment.

He stood up with his empty coffee cup to go throw it out. It was tempting him to go back in line and order a cup of coffee to go, but he pushed the thought away. He tossed the cup into the trash can and pushed opened the door to exit the coffee shop. There was a little ding as he left and outside, the sun was shining brighter than ever. He walked on through the crowds of people, passing by all kinds of shops.

"Excuse me? Hey! Would you like to see a really great band? It's a nice punk pop kind of feel and we're trying to get big! Hey sir! Ma'am? We're having a concert tonight! Would you mind, uh, wait! You forgot your flyer!" called out a strong voice in crowd. Roxas looked above the people to see a bright patch of red stick out like a sore thumb. Was that the voice? Roxas pushed through to see what the big deal was and who the red haired person was.

"Hey mister, care to see this really great band tonight? You look like a lover of music! Why not check us out? We're playing in the club right here, so it's not like it is far, right?" said a very tall man with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. Under his sharp green eyes were two purple tattoos that resembled upside down tear drops, one under each eye. The man dressed in a deep purple dress shirt that was disheveled, half buttoned and half tucked in. A hint of a white wife beat stuck out and he wore simple black tight jeans. The classic rocker wannabe look he knew all too well. His smile was wide and warm. The deep voice he heard booming surely didn't sound like it would work with that gangly boy. Roxas was so surprised by his appearance he almost forgot to reply.

"Oh! Uh, sure I'll come see you guys play tonight. I'm sure my friend would love to go to," Roxas mumbled taking a bright yellow flyer from the redhead. The redhead's jaw dropped slightly when he heard Roxas.

"No fooling? You're like the first person to actually want to go! Everyone else either ignores me or tosses my flyer to the ground! And they weren't cheap to make! Fifteen cents a copy! You know… if I see you at the show how about I hook you and your friend up with backstage passes to meet the band. Tell your friends!" smiled the redhead. Roxas smiled briefly back at him and shoved his way to the corner. He looked over the flyer before stuffing it in his pocket. His rocker roommate would just love to go to a concert tonight. They both had off from work so it would work out just fine.

O~o~O

Roxas fumbled around in his pocket, looking for his house key. He grumbled about something to do with unorganized pockets before his fingers skimmed the cool metal. Roxas pulled it out and quickly unlocked the door to his apartment. On the sofa sat a boy who was strumming an old acoustic and singing to himself. He had sandy colored hair in some form of a mullet and a pencil stuck behind his ear, just in case an idea for a new song came to him so he had one handy.

"Hey Demyx! I got a flyer from this guy. There's some new band playing at this club. I figured you'd want to go," Roxas said, closing the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and carefully removed the bag from his shoulders. Walking into the living room, Roxas set the bag down and dug in his pocket for the flyer. Demyx's head snapped up at the mention of the word band. He flew from the couch and snatched up the flyer.

Roxas froze for a moment and mumbled, "Well you're welcome."

"Everyday Standards? I've heard of them! My one friend showed me one of their songs and it was pretty good. We should totally go!" Demyx exclaimed excitedly. Then something came to Roxas.

"Oh, and the dude passing out the flyers said that if he saw us at the concert, he'd get us to meet the band or something," Roxas said uncaringly. He sat down and pulled his laptop out from his bag. As he opened it up it booted to life and he had to sign back in. Waiting for him was that somewhat angry sounding paragraph he got nowhere with. Sighing, he saved it anyway and closed it out to shut down his laptop properly.

"Wait, we could meet the band? That sounds most excellent!" Demyx chirped as he plopped back down on the sofa.

"I don't really want to go, but you can Dem," Roxas said.

"No way Roxas! You're going to this one! You flaked last time! Besides, that guy won't even know what I look like, so how could I meet the band?" Demyx argued. He looked Roxas up and down and grimaced. Roxas crossed his arms over his chest and glared back.

"I'll go, but what now?" Roxas asked.

"You are not going to the concert in that," Demyx said, appalled by Roxas' choice of clothes. The blonde looked down at his polo and slacks, stuff he wore every day. What was wrong with them? Roxas thought he looked just fine.

"What's wrong with my clothes? And Dem, you sound like a girl!"

"It's all wrong. That just screams oh hey there, I'm a virgin who still lives with their mother and goes to church like a good little boy. There's nothing bad about me," Demyx scoffed. Roxas turned a light scarlet and pouted. He didn't even want to come off as the bad boy type or the goody two shoes look. So he went neutral and Demyx saw a problem with that?

"I don't live with my mother. Pretty sure I'm not a virgin and I don't believe I've ever stepped foot into a church. And I'm a bad guy! I stole a pack of gum from that kid a few years ago," Roxas defended. He felt a little hurt. Demyx was just plain awful.

"Puh-lease! Rox, you're a good kid. There's not a bad bone in you! But it doesn't mean I can't make you look tough," Demyx winked. Roxas sat up straight and thought for a moment. A character for a story was beginning to form in his mind. The class rebel who wasn't even a rebel. He looks the look, but can't act the act. Roxas smiled and pulled out his small notebook from his bag.

"Can I borrow your pencil Dem? You just gave me a good character!" Roxas smiled. Demyx sighed and handed over the pencil. Roxas scribbled in a few notes about the character before flipping the book closed and handing Demyx the pencil back.

"I'm not sure how talking crap about your choice in clothing helped you create a character, but glad I can help!" Demyx said, sticking the pencil right back behind his ear.

"Alright, I'll go to the concert and let you give me a whole make over," Roxas started, watching Demyx's face light up, "on two conditions. I bring my notebook and pencil with me in case of more inspiration and trust me, I'll need it. Second, absolutely no makeup."

Demyx pursed his lips, but agreed to the terms anyway. Just as fast as the pout came on, it disappeared and twisted back into a smile. He grabbed the blonde's wrist and yanked him up from the chair. Demyx dragged him out of the living room, past the kitchen, and down the small hall into his room. He threw Roxas onto his bed and yanked open his closet doors.

"I doubt anything of yours will fit me. I'm a lot smaller than you if you haven't noticed," Roxas said, looking around Demyx's room. He seldom went in there and when he did happen to glimpse at it, the room was always rearranged somehow. This time Demyx seemed to prefer his bed in the middle of the sidewall. Random posters of different bands and singers were, surprisingly, neatly hung with at least two per wall. In the corner was his desk and guitar case. A dresser was on the other side of the room, where Demyx's television sat.

"You don't know me very well, do you Rox? I never throw clothes away. Half the stuff in my closet doesn't even fit me! They're either much too short or much too big. Never too tight!" Demyx smiled cheerily. Roxas groaned and slapped his forehead. Why did he give Demyx permission to give him a makeover?

"I'm surprised at how clean your room is. You never clean anything else," Roxas grumbled. Demyx turned around and winked at Roxas before he began scanning his massive amount of clothing again.

"These are perfect!" Demyx squealed. Roxas perked his head up that way just to be smacked in the face with the clothes. He growled at the sandy haired man and was tempted to go and tackle him to the ground. Instead, Roxas looked down at the clothes Demyx had thrown at him. It was a blue and green flannel and faded black tight jeans. Roxas remembered when Demyx had a band himself, all he wore were flannels and tight jeans. That was years ago so it was no wonder Demyx thought it would fit Roxas.

"We've got two hours until the concert. That gives us a half hour to eat and an hour and a half of concert prep," Demyx said. Roxas raised an eye brow. Only a half hour for dinner? Why did they need so much time getting ready? It was just a local band concert. Roxas needed time for food not time for getting ready for some concert he didn't even want to go to.

"Why only a half hour to eat?"

"Because Rox, you've given me tough material to work with. You won't let me use makeup to at least fix you a bit," Demyx whined. Roxas frowned, left the clothes and went into the kitchen to go make himself dinner. Demyx was right on his heels, babbling about something Roxas didn't really care enough to listen to.

"Oh! Take a shower as soon as you're done eating! I want to fix your spikes up the right way," Demyx said, pointing at the blonde's drooping spikes. Roxas blushed in irritation and slammed the cupboard door.

"I was tired this morning! Do I really care what I look like anyway?"

Demyx winked again and went off on his own hunt for his dinner. Roxas mumbled to himself angrily. No doubt that it was about Demyx, the makeover and the concert that he didn't really want to go to. The only reason he took the flyer was because he thought Demyx would enjoy going by himself.

"Hey Roxas, one quick question."

"What is it now Demyx?"

"Was the flyer guy cute? Like, tell me if he is!"

Roxas groaned and just ignored his best friend. Sometimes, having a gay roommate can be difficult.

O~o~O

About an hour later, Roxas was sitting on the toilet in their bathroom, looking gloomy. Behind the other ear, Demyx had a teasing comb. In his hands were hair spray, a hairbrush, and a hair dryer. On the sink's counter was an open jar of gel. Roxas bit his lip and prepared for the torture Demyx was sure to put on his poor hair.

"Ready?" Demyx asked softly. Roxas chewed on his lip and nodded. Demyx began to his hands rapidly through his wet hair. Roxas closed his eyes and let Demyx have his way with his hair. The whole bathroom was still warm from the shower he just took. He was dressed in Demyx's clothes that were, strangely, just a little small on him. The shirt squeezed his abdomen, but not enough where it would annoy him terribly.

"Is this all necessary? It's just some concert," Roxas yawned.

"Just a concert? Have you even been to one? They're just the best thing in the world! The rush of adrenaline when your favorite band is on stage, playing their hearts out! All the dancing, singing, screaming. Hell, people have been known to even fight at concerts and that's just the craziest sight you'll ever see," Demyx said contently. Roxas winced as he felt Demyx tug on his hair rather sharply.

"Somebody loves loud, useless noise," Roxas said to himself. He thought Demyx didn't hear him, but it was only a thought. Demyx huffed and pulled his hair on purpose. Roxas yelped in pain and continued to regret allowing Demyx to do the makeover.

"This would be easier if you had completely natural spikes. They're only kind of spiky which means a quick fix of gel, hair spray and teasing. When I'm done with you, I'll quickly shower and get ready. Oh, I'm driving, so we're taking my car!" Demyx said.

"Every time you drive I feel like I'm going to die of a terrible accident. Remind me how you passed your driver's test."

"A little flirting can take you a long way! No seriously, I did the test completely right, but took over my mom's bad driving habits. Ha, ha."

Not too long after that, Demyx exclaimed that he was done and Roxas finally opened his eyes to go look in the mirror. Truth be told, Demyx did a good job of fixing his hair. The blonde spikes looked frozen in place and Roxas poked one to test it. It barely moved. Hopefully that meant there was no chance of drooping.

"Looks great Dem! Better than anything I can ever do," Roxas praised. Demyx merely bowed and started to clean up all the hair stuff. Roxas walked out of the bathroom and into Demyx's room where he had hung a full body length mirror on his closet door. He wasn't all that vain, but as Roxas checked himself out in the mirror he had to admit he looked damn fine.

"One last finishing touch and then I'll get ready," Demyx said, pulling Roxas to his desk. He threw him onto the chair and Roxas squirmed uncomfortably. What else could there be? Demyx threw open a drawer and blocked it so Roxas couldn't see what was inside it.

"What's left? I look fine," Roxas said, gripping the arms of the chair. Demyx turned back around, holding something behind his back and grinning. Roxas raised an eyebrow and awaited the next torture.

"Sit still and don't try to fight it," Demyx said calmly, moving closer to Roxas slowly.

"What are you… oh no. Demyx, that breaks one of my conditions. I won't go if you even try," Roxas said, pulling his head back. Demyx pulled out the black colored eyeliner pencil and leaned into the blonde's face.

"Just let me put this on you and I'll buy you a drink at the concert, sound fair?" Demyx offered. Roxas thought about it for a moment and even if he didn't like what he had to do, agreed. He was a little strapped for cash and if Demyx was buying him the drink, it made everything better. Roxas gnawed on the inside of his lip and braced for impact.

"This is going to make your eyes pop!" Demyx laughed. Roxas just rolled his eyes and Demyx began to try and put a thin line of eyeliner on him. Roxas knew he was going to hate it. He just knew.

O~o~O

Much longer after that, they were finally ready to leave. Demyx just had to spend hours making sure he looked absolutely perfect. Roxas was looking over the crumpled flyer again. He didn't see any ticket price, so he was assuming it was a free concert. The guy with the bold voice didn't really give him much information. He wasn't good at his job it seems.

"Let's go! I'm so pumped! Hopefully they don't suck ass live," Demyx said, tugging on the blonde's wrist. Roxas snapped at him and patted his back pocket to see if his notebook and pencil were still there. Demyx crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Roxas walk around the apartment, at his own pace, checking to see if everything was off. Roxas couldn't help but enjoy the annoyed look on Demyx's face. He looked over at the sandy haired blonde who dressed kind of similarly like him. Well, more like the opposite colors. Demyx wore more of a red and black flannel and white jeans. Roxas thought that Demyx looked kind of silly in those colors and should have stuck with darker colored jeans if he was going to wear the shirt.

"Are we ready to go now?" Demyx whined. Roxas grabbed his keys from the coffee table, clipped them to a belt loop and pulled the shirt over them. Demyx frowned at the now very obvious lump that was ruining his masterpiece. Roxas really just wanted to wipe off the eyeliner Demyx forced him to wear because he knew he would just end up smearing it.

Demyx just about had enough of waiting. He grabbed both of his wrists and dragged him out the door. Roxas had to force him to let him go just so he could lock their door. He knew telling Demyx about the concert just seemed like a bad idea. Why he forgot to bring some aspirin with him for after the concert annoyed him. He didn't even really listen to music. Besides, even when he did, he and Demyx had very different tastes.

"You're practically bouncing! Look, calm down so you can drive. Also, please, oh please don't drink. You're driving us home and I don't like that already. Don't give us a higher chance of death or getting arrested for your reckless driving," Roxas explained. Demyx opened his mouth to speak, but Roxas silenced him with just a wave of his hand.

"Alright fine! God Rox, you're such a buzz kill!" Demyx complained. Roxas groaned and the two of them walk down stairs to the parking lot in the back of their apartment building. Demyx was nearly running down the stairs while Roxas on the other hand was going one step at a time.

"Demyx slow down before you…," Roxas started, listening to the sound of Demyx tripping on the stairs, "…fall."

"Ow! That actually hurt this time!" he cried. Roxas laughed and ran down to go help him. Demyx was so close to the door too. He only had a few more steps to go and he would've, finally, been able to run down the stairs without falling.

"You were close this time too. Can you get up? Okay, time to move," Roxas said, helping Demyx to his feet. The sandy haired man sighed and walked out the door. Roxas was still laughing by the time they got to the car. Demyx was talking to himself and rubbing his tailbone. A good way to start off the night Roxas was sure he was going to regret.

O~o~O

The sky was still somewhat light. A calm, spring night and that was just how Roxas liked it. He looked at the time on the radio and sighed. It was only nine at night and he figured Demyx would want to be out for hours on end. Roxas could just get a cab to take him home when he felt like it, but that wouldn't be fair to Dem.

"Can we just stand in the back?" Roxas mumbled.

"What was that?" Demyx asked even though he did hear what Roxas said. He just liked to mess with him because Roxas mumbled a lot. Sighing, Roxas got out of the car and stretched out his legs. He patted his pocket to make sure he had his wallet in there for ID and he just hoped Demyx had his. Demyx locked the car and they both started heading for the front of the building. Upon driving up to the club, Roxas noticed there was quite a line already. He just prayed it wouldn't be a long wait. Demyx took his wrist again and they ran to the front to go stand in line. It looked to be about a ten minute wait. Something Roxas could handle.

"Okay move it in slowly! No! Ouch! Watch it will you?" called a familiar voice. Roxas peeked around the corner to see the redhead with the big voice from earlier. He seemed to be directing the technicians on where to go and Roxas found another thing he wasn't too good at.

"Hey Dem, look back there. That big patch of red is the dude who gave me the flyer and said we could meet the band. Look at him and decide for yourself if he's cute," Roxas said, jerking his chin to the back. He could see Demyx squinting to see him and knew that Demyx was too blind to see much.

"If you just got glasses like you're supposed to, then you wouldn't have to squint," Roxas noted. Demyx just smacked his arm and turned back to him.

"Glasses would ruin my perfect face. Besides, I'll just see him on stage. He's in the band, right?"

"I don't know! He didn't really say anything. I don't even know his name."

Demyx sighed and they had to wait in the unmoving line. As the time passed, more and more people started to line up. Roxas was wondering if they were actually there for the band or just for the club. It was still relatively early. He checked his watched. It was only nine twenty.

So what Roxas thought was only a ten minute wait turned out to be a forty minute wait. It seems they had to wait for the band to finish setting up before they even let anyone into the club. Adding to those forty minutes of waiting, he had to wait even longer. Roxas was not a very patient person and he had to stand and try to be patient for something he didn't even want to do.

Demyx seemed to make his time go shorter by chatting it up with the people in line. The young couple in front of them was actually going to see the band and Roxas refused to talk to them. He still wasn't too happy with couples. Crossing his arms over his chest, he just let his eyes wander around. Something could give him an excellent story idea and he wanted to work with that character he thought about earlier.

Once people were starting to be let into the club, Roxas was getting ready to pull out his wallet for his ID. Honestly, he was twenty one years of age, but still looked like he was seventeen or eighteen. Demyx looked about his age. Not only did Roxas look young, he was short for his age. Roxas was only five feet, six inches while Demyx towered over with a five foot, eleven. He didn't find it fair at all, but at least he had someone to reach the high shelves.

"I'm excited for this concert! I love hearing new bands and expanding my already wide knowledge of music," Demyx stated proudly. Roxas rolled his eyes and didn't even respond to Demyx's music geek talk. He usually ignored him when Dem just went on and on about different bands Roxas had never even heard of. Every few minutes people went inside. Roxas was getting tired of waiting outside.

"IDs please," asked the bouncer after a good twenty minutes of waiting. Roxas and Demyx fumbled around in their pockets for their wallets. Roxas pulled out his driver's license first and handed it to the bouncer. The man looked it over, then at Roxas and laughed. Embarrassed, Roxas took the license away as soon as the bouncer held it back out. He grumbled to himself while he waited for Demyx to be checked out.

"You guys are set, enjoy the show!" he chuckled, allowing the two of them to go inside. Demyx was laughing himself and that just frustrated Roxas further. In the club, it was dark with only a few strobe lights, bar lights and some stage lights lighting the enormous room. People were already crowding around the stage as some music played through the speakers. Roxas saw that people were setting up for the show on stage and that didn't interest him at all. What he was looking for was the bar. A bartender was already working with a few costumers and Roxas was ready to beg Demyx to get him a drink already.

"Hey Dem, why don't we go check out the bar," Roxas said, tugging on his sleeve, but getting Demyx to pay attention was nearly impossible. Demyx was drifting closer and closer to the stage and his eyes were fixated on it. Roxas sighed and just tagged along. He made sure he noted where the bathroom was before he went to stand with Demyx.

"Roxas, aren't you pumped? Look at how fast this place is filling up Come on, let's find somewhere good to stand!" Demyx squealed, dragging Roxas around yet again.

"Why can't we just stand in the back?" Roxas asked.

"Because silly, it's better when your closer to the stage. Not only do you feel your own adrenaline pumping, you can feel the band's too! Well, at least that's how I am," Demyx explained, pulling Roxas along. Roxas took one more look at the bar before disappearing into the crowds. Demyx wrapped his hands tightly around his small arm, not allowing him to escape. People were filling up in the back and Roxas figured the concert would be starting soon.

"This is just so exciting," said Roxas bitterly. Demyx squeezed his arm even tighter and pulled the blonde's face close to his.

"Don't ruin this for me or I'll crush your bones to dust, hear me?" Demyx said with eyes dark and evil looking. Roxas' jaw dropped a bit and he nodded slowly, terrified of this scarier Demyx. With that nod, Demyx's horrifying expression turned into that goofy grin he knew all too well. "Okay great Rox! At least try to have fun!"

Roxas looked at the ground and mumbled to himself, like he usually did when he was upset. Demyx was off chatting with strangers again making Roxas feel even more left out. Just goes to show how well Demyx really knew Roxas.

As Roxas predicted, the concert kicked up just as the place seemed like it couldn't get any fuller. Demyx nearly purred with content as they saw the band members climb on stage. Roxas looked at each one and noted their characteristics.

The man that staggered over onto the drums just in all reality looked sloppy. He had a blonde goatee and Roxas even saw an assortment of earrings. Like most drummers in videos Demyx had shown Roxas, he was shirtless and in ripped up jean shorts. Typical drummer in his eyes. Next to take his instrument was a boy dressed rather similar to him. Was that style really in or something? Roxas could only see one eye present on him. The other was covered by long, slate grey hair and he looked positively… bored. He picked up what Roxas was pretty sure a bass and he saw him strum a bit. On the other side of the stage of the bored looking bass player was a boy in a dark colored tank top and shorts. He had long silver hair and was slumped over as he walked to his guitar. Roxas had to think back to the painfully annoying band lessons Demyx gave him a while back. The boy with the silver hair was a… lead guitarist. At least that's what Roxas thought. The expression on his face was almost the same as the bass player's. Roxas rolled his eyes and looked at the last band member, their lead singer and rhythm guitarist. He looked like an extremely shy boy with big brown spikes for hair. He dressed in jeans and a simple shirt. The boy donned a few spiked bracelets and a whole bunch of necklaces. Roxas wanted to remember his look the most. The boy looked like a real bad ass, but he sure seemed like he couldn't possibly be a real one. Character mentally written down.

"They look like fools if you ask me," Roxas whispered to Demyx. Especially that drummer, he looks like he's going to fall over at any minute, Roxas thought.

Demyx sighed and hit the back of his head. Roxas yelled and rubbed where he was hit. The sandy haired man was just not in the greatest of moods it seems. While going through the band, Roxas did not even see the red haired man with that voice. So it seems he was not even in the band. He was probably just their advertisement. That man did have the voice for it.

"Wow, we really didn't expect such a big turn out! You guys have no idea how much this means to us. Well, this one's for you guys," said the brunette singer softly, his blue guitar swinging back and forth. People didn't even really look all that interested in them. Surely they were just waiting for their small little concert to end so they can just go back to their regular clubbing. The singer looked around the room once more before turning to his band. He talked them briefly and then the one with the silver hair started hammering out a few chords. The singer followed with his guitar after that and then the drums kicked up.

"So far they sound pretty good," Demyx shouted over them to Roxas. The blonde did have to agree with him. As the bass took its turn joining in, the singer opened his mouth to really start the song. Roxas was truly surprised by the shy one. He talked quietly, but man, he sure did have lungs. The singer played the guitar as he belted out a song Roxas even found himself enjoying. Demyx was already bouncing up and down, trying to get closer to the stage. The more they played, the more people seemed interested and the closer and more packed together everyone was getting. Roxas really didn't not like being pressed up against strangers. They were too close for comfort.

O~o~O

They played more songs and got the crowd hyped up. Roxas saw some screaming fan girls start to shove their way to the front. He noted that the bored looking bass player did actually get into the song. The bass player was dancing around the stage now and the lead guitarist was on his knees in the front of the stage, playing right in front of some screaming girls. They were quickly becoming a hit and Roxas found himself liking them surprisingly. Demyx was screaming so loud and even trying to dance in the tightly knit crowd. Then, the unthinkable happened.

Roxas desperately had to go to the restroom and he wanted Demyx to come with him. He remembered where it was… all the way on the far side. Groaning he pulled on Demyx's shirt, but he got no response. Mumbling to himself he decided to brave it on his own. He squeezed through the people, glancing up at the stage ever so often.

The singer was hitting a long and quite high note which got the whole audience in awe. Roxas stopped only for a moment to watch the singer get really into it. The brunette was bending over backwards trying to get to the last of the note. As he ended it, everyone but the drummer stopped playing and began to clap. The singer sang what Roxas assumed was the chorus of the song, keeping beat to the claps. The audience was clapping and attempting to sing along. Man, they really had them hooked! Roxas smiled and clapped weakly. The little clapping thing didn't last too long because the guitarist slammed out a chord and they were back on full blast. Roxas was ready to continue his journey to the bathroom, but the idiot in front of him fist pumped too overdramatically.

An elbow connected with the blonde's nose and he was sure he heard a crunch. Roxas yelled and clutched at his nose which he noticed was bleeding. Just freaking perfect.

"Oh man! Dude, I'm so sorry! Hey wait a minute, I know you! You're the guy who actually took a flyer! Wait, come on I'll take you to the bathroom. You look like a mess. Let's get you cleaned up," said a powerful voice. Oh just great. Roxas looked up and his blue eyes met with green eyes and a load of red. Lots of red.

He felt hands on his shoulders, guiding him through the fans. Roxas held his bloody nose and just thought about how the night could just get any better. He was talking to himself the whole way to the bathroom. Behind him, he could hear the redhead repeatedly apologizing to him, but Roxas didn't really care.

In the bathroom, the red head was yanking out a whole bunch of paper towels and handing them to Roxas who just stuffed them under his nose. The red head actually looked like he was about to puke. Roxas wasn't sure if he should be enjoying that. After all, he might have just broken his nose or… he could be just exaggerating things like he usually did.

Roxas tossed away a bloody towel just to tuck another under his nose. The red head looked over at him and then turned away again. Roxas snickered at him and was tempted to just remove the towel completely and let the blood fall seeing as how it freaked out the red head a bit.

"Look, let me clean myself up. How about you make yourself useful and go get me some ice from the bar or something?" Roxas said, growing irritated with the man. The man paused for a moment, looked at the blood and turned green and left to go do what he was told. Roxas sighed and tried to get the last of the blood. He threw out the paper towel and ran another under the sink. His nose had stopped bleeding and it didn't look broken, but Roxas was pissed anyway. There was a good chance it was going to be black and blue for a couple of days. That should be an interesting topic at work tomorrow.

"Jesus, I was just so mad I forgot why I was coming here in the first place! I still do have to pee though," Roxas said aloud, glad that no one was in the bathroom at the time. He thought about going to the bathroom, but he really didn't want to be taking a piss just as the annoying red head walked back in. He'd rather pee on himself than that. Roxas was just too shy around strangers. Even that situation he was in made him very uncomfortable. He just sighed and leaned against the sink counter and waited for his ice.

"Uh here's some ice for your nose! Seriously, I'm really sorry for this. How about I buy you a drink and get you backstage with the band? Oh! Where are my manners? The name's Axel! What's yours?" rushed out the red head named Axel. Roxas snatched the bag of ice from him and put it on his throbbing nose. He had half a mind to ignore the jerk, but he was raised better.

"My name's Roxas. And if you're getting me backstage, my friend has to as well. And you're going to by me a drink? How do you even know if I'm of age?" Roxas questioned. Axel just laughed and put his hands on his hips, kind of like Demyx.

"It's supposed to be a twenty one and older concert ironically, our singer isn't twenty one. He's just one year short. Did you even read the flyer? Unless you faked your ID, you're twenty one. Your friend is fine if he wants to come too," chuckled Axel.

"Oh right, that makes sense! No, I'm really twenty one. Do you know how long they're playing for? I can hear the crowd and they still sound pretty pumped," Roxas asked.

"Probably when poor Sora's lungs give out. That kid just never knows when to quit! He's got a fine singing voice too," Axel said. Sora. So that was the shy singer's name. Roxas had to keep that in mind as well. That's when he remembered he brought his notebook with him. He set the ice down and reached in his back pocket. He figured while they were still in the light he could quickly jot down some notes. Roxas flipped to the page he wrote on earlier and wrote down some things he noticed about Sora. Axel watched him curiously.

"What do you got there?" he asked. Roxas stopped writing and looked up at him, annoyed.

"Must I tell you?"

"I'm just curious!"

"Well, I suppose I can tell you. I'm an author with a bad case of writer's block and your little Sora there is helping me create a character."

"Don't you need a story before you make a character?"

"Don't I need to kick your ass for breaking my nose and now telling me how to do my job?"

Axel raised his hands in defense and said, "Whoa there, no need to get violent. Now, how about that drink?"

Roxas just snarled something nasty under his breath and stomped out of the bathroom. Axel was quick to follow him out, grabbing the ice bag he left. Outside, the concert was in a big swing and Axel felt happy for his friends. He only stopped for a moment to admire them when he noticed that Roxas had taken off for the bar. The kid was a little too excited over the drink. Grinning like he loved to do, Axel walked over to meet up with him.

"Forget something kid?" Axel asked, setting the bag on the bar and taking the stool next to Roxas. The blonde scoffed and put the bag back on his nose. Just one drink from the obnoxious red head and he'd go find Demyx so they could leave as soon as possible.

"I'd like a Manhattan," Roxas said. Axel nodded in approval and tapped the counter. A bartender responded and made his way over to them.

"What can I get you guys?" he said, leaning on the counter.

"A beer and a Manhattan over here," Axel said, whipping out his wallet. He grabbed a few bills and handed it over to the bartender. "Keep the change."

"You know, these guys are pretty good. I know Demyx really likes them," Roxas said as he turned around to look at the concert. From what he could see Sora, the singer, had ditched the blue guitar to just move around the stage, jumping, dancing and hanging all over the silver haired lead guitarist. The kid really did have guts to be doing that. Never will you see Roxas up on that stage parading around like that.

"Yeah, I've been with them from the start. I've been there for all the rehearsals, fights, make ups, drama, tears, accomplishments and all that. They're like my family and even if they can't find a place for me to actually be up on stage with them right now, I'm just glad I'm always with them, sharing their dream too. It makes me feel pretty nice. One day though, I know I'll be up there, jamming alongside my best friends, my… my brothers. I just got to keep practicing my stuff and soon I'll be there with them," Axel sighed happily. His eyes were glued to the stage, those jade eyes sparkling. Roxas watched him for a moment, admiring the fact he had so much love and passion for the band. Axel wasn't even in it, but he still lived the dream. Roxas wasn't even sure Axel was talking to him closer to the end of his little speech. It seemed more like Axel voicing his thoughts.

Roxas was going to ask more about the band, but his drink caught his attention. He needed something to loosen him up and his favorite Manhattan was just the thing. It was pretty strong and just exactly what Roxas wished for. Axel glanced at his beer and snatched it up only to gulp back almost half. Roxas was a little shocked as he reached for his and sipped a bit.

"So, do you guys tour at all?" Roxas asked as he drank.

"We've gotten a few shows out of state here and there. Some club hears our music and asks us to play or something. Or some fans get them to contact us. Right now, even if we want to get big, we're happy the way we are. Everything's just fine how it is," Axel smiled, drinking more. Roxas smiled back and drank some more. He set it back down on the bar and held his nose. It didn't hurt as bad as it did earlier, but he wanted to the ice back on. Even though it was pretty much reduced to cold water.

"This will be an interesting story to tell Demyx. Just be prepared for an ass whopping. He protects me like I'm his little brother," Roxas warned, grabbing the watery bag and putting on his face. Axel looked just a bit nervous as he drank more of his beer.

"Oh, looks like they're ending the show. A good two hour show, huh? Hey, so why don't we go find your friend and head backstage before they find the dance floor. Maybe you should leave that here," Axel said with a light chuckle. Roxas rolled his eyes, slurped back the last of his drink and slid off the bar stool. He reluctantly set down his water pack and followed Axel down closer to the stage. Sora was finishing off a song and the crowd was as close to the stage as they could get. Mainly it was all the girls. Roxas noted that Sora seemed to favor staying by the silver haired guitarist with the slightly better attitude. He looked off at the bass player who still seemed quite sour.

Almost as if on cue, Roxas froze in place as he watched Sora lock lips with the guitarist as the band finished the song. He could hear a few boos and plenty of screams from the girls. Sora pulled back from the guitarist and ran back to the microphone stand.

"Well, ladies and gents, it seems that's all we've got time for tonight. We'll be out to join you guys for the night. Hope you all had a great time. We're Everyday standards and I guess we can say we rocked this house!" Sora exclaimed as the rest of the band began exiting. Axel cheered for them once more before running off to the side.

The lights noticeably shifted and the regular bass pounding club music started kicking up. Roxas wanted to go find Demyx, but he also had to follow Axel. The red head was already far ahead and Roxas was pretty sure he could find his way backstage. He tore through the crowds, looking for his mullet haired friend.

"Demyx? Demyx where are you?" Roxas called out over the music. People were dancing now and it was getting harder to move through all the people. He spotted a bit of a sandy color and ran right for it.

There he was, dancing with a bunch of girls surrounding him. Demyx was giggling wildly and Roxas hit his forehead. He reached over and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to him. Demyx gasped and continued to laugh when he noticed that it was Roxas.

"Rox! That's where you are! Look, meet my new friends!" said Demyx happily.

"We don't have time right now. If you want to meet Everyday Standards, then we've got to move. They're going to be out here soon and Axel said to hurry," Roxas said, pulling his friend through the swaying bodies.

"Axel? Is that flyer dude? Do I get to meet him? Oh hell, I want meet that sexy guitarist! And the singer, they were pretty fine," Demyx complimented. Roxas just rolled his eyes and finally got past all of the people. They were off to the side where there were some tables set out for everyone. Standing guard at the entrance to the back was a rather taller and scary looking security guard. He was balding, kind of tan, which was not surprising considering it was summer, and wore dark sunglasses. Roxas gulped at the sight of him.

"Passes?" he asked in a rough tone as Roxas approached him.

"Uh, well you see, we don't exactly have passes. This guy, his name, uh, Axel! Axel over here!" Roxas called out, looking past the security guard. A familiar red head was looking around, trying to figure out what he was to do. Seeing Roxas, he ran over to the security guard and placed a hand on his shoulder. It was scary to even see the giant Axel shorter than the guard.

"Rude, it's alright. These boys are with me! The band's cool with it and I'm cool with it. Let them through!" Axel smiled. The guard named Rude grumbled and stepped aside, granting Roxas and Demyx access to the back. They ran through the small space given and stopped at Axel.

"Welcome, to the band world," Axel said, gesturing to the running around people, trying to get the instruments back on the van. Demyx clasped his hands together and stared in awe. Roxas really didn't care. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kind of drowned out what Axel was saying something about how it's the band's family or whatever that helped out.

"Wow, I remember doing all this. We just weren't as rushed and didn't have so much!" Demyx nearly squealed.

"You were in a band? What did you play?" Axel asked, now interested in Demyx.

"I played guitar and sang with some friends of mine back in high school. It was before Rox and I moved out here. The band's all broken up now, but I still love to crank out a tune or two," Demyx said. Axel and Demyx were off into conversation about being in a band and Roxas wasn't all that excited. He was getting a headache from the music and getting elbowed in the face.

"So, you guys ready to meet the guys?" Axel questioned. Roxas looked up again, eager to find out more about Sora. Sora could make quite the interesting character and Roxas needed as much info as he could get. They both nodded and Axel led them even further backstage, away from the fuss by the door and by a group of people, just relaxing on a few chairs.

"Guys! I've brought some friends of mine. This here is Roxas and uh, his friend, uh, Demyx!" Axel said, almost spacing out on Demyx's name. Demyx waved off to the band with a cheery smile and Roxas just waved simply.

"Nice to meet ya! The name's Sora! This here silver haired doll is Riku, that lemon over there is Zexion, and the silly drunk over there is Luxord," Sora said, pointing to each of them. Riku saluted them, Zexion flipped his long hair and Luxord stumbled over to them. He shook their hands eagerly and he didn't look like his mind was exactly with the rest of him.

"Well 'ello there boys! Lux's the name, drums are my game!" stammered the blonde with a bit of a British accent. He reeked of alcohol and Roxas just wanted to scoot away from him.

"You're going to have to excuse Luxord. He's a babbling drunken idiot," Riku said coolly from the chair he sat in. Sora grinned and went to sit on his lap. Riku put one arm around the spiky brunette's waist.

"It's nice to meet you guys! Wow, you guys absolutely killed it out there! The crowd was so hyped and I don't think I've ever danced so much at a concert," Demyx praised. Roxas nodded in agreement and watched Axel strut over to sit next to Zexion who was strumming his bass to himself.

"Thanks! I think we did great too! It's our hometown show, so of course we'd try to rock the whole house!" Sora thanked.

"That ending kiss, whoa you guys! All those girls went absolutely nuts for it! Are you two, like, a thing or something?" Demyx asked, genuinely curious. Sora and Riku looked at each other and just laughed. Demyx was puzzled by their reaction, but waited for them to continue.

"Sora and I together? That's just like," Riku started.

"Cats and dogs having babies!" Sora finished. Zexion and Axel whispered to each other and laughed. Riku whipped a water bottle at them and frowned.

"They act like a couple off stage and even kiss on stage, but swear that they're never going to date. Riku even has the nerves to say he's straight," Axel said.

"Because I am straight. Ever hear of stage kissing? It's an act to get the crowed fired up and Sora and I pull it off well. We are the hottest members of this band after all," Riku snickered. Zexion growled and threw the water bottle right back at him. Luxord was too dizzy to even understand what had just happened.

"Stop lying. Lies only hurt in the end," Zexion said, his voice rather quiet. Roxas had to strain to hear him.

"I don't lie Zexi dear," Riku chuckled. Sora just smacked his head and frowned.

"That was a lie right there," Sora stated. Riku grimaced and shoved the brunette off his lap, causing him to tumble to the floor. Furious, Sora just crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. Roxas had to write that one down. It was too perfect. The wannabe bad boy was also very childish. He pulled out his notebook and pencil from his back pocket, flipped to his page about Sora and scribbled away like a mad man.

"What's he doing?" Riku questioned. Demyx rolled his eyes at Roxas and turned to the guitarist.

"He's working. The guy's an author and needs to write a new book. The only reason he showed up was for some inspiration," Demyx sighed. Some of the other members sighed too, a little hurt he wasn't there for their music.

"Sorry, Sora's just an interesting character," Roxas mumbled. Sora's head perked up.

"What? You might use me in a book?" Sora said dumbly. Riku kicked his back and laughed.

"That idiot? I'd be a far better character than him," Riku argued. This only ignited a debate between the band members that weren't totally hammered. Luxord merely shouted random words which only got him glares.

"Guys! Stop the arguing!" Roxas whined. Axel flashed him a look of rage, but then looked rather nervous when he actually saw his face. Demyx followed his stare to Roxas's face, confused. His jaw hit the floor when he saw his nose. Roxas mouthed 'what' and just followed Demyx's finger to his nose. It was still swollen and looked somewhat purple.

"Who did that to you? I'll rip them to shreds!" Demyx called, running to his friend's kind-of-a-rescue. Well, all he did was pull Roxas into a bone crushing hug. Roxas tried to speak, but he could hardly breathe. Demyx had such a strong grip! He managed to break free and pointed right at Axel.

"Why not ask him? I'm sure he can explain it," Roxas smiled wickedly. All eyes were on the squirming red head. Demyx had his hands on his hips, steamed.

"Look, you see, uh. Well, I was totally enjoying the concert, just rocking out when all of a sudden my elbow connected with some dude's face. I turned around to see it was the guy I promised a visit to backstage and I felt bad. His nose was bleeding so I ran him to the bathroom, risked puking and helped him out. It was punishment enough. You boys know how much I hate the sight of blood," Axel explained, blushing a bit. Demyx cracked his knuckles and took a step forward, but Roxas put his hand on his shoulder.

"Don't kill him Demyx, not yet at least. I don't think my nose is broken, just bruised and it was an accident after all," Roxas sighed. He really would've enjoyed watched Demyx beat the annoying red head to a pulp, but he figured if he wanted to press charges, it would be better to have him alive.

"Smooth move Axel. You always rock out a bit too hard. Roxas, we wouldn't mind if your friend kicked his ass. We'd gladly charge people admission to watch and give you fifty five percent," Riku joked. Axel threw a finger at his friend and turned to Roxas, holding his hands up in defense again.

"I don't want to die yet. I'm too young," he said. Roxas just shrugged and just wished he could go home already. Knowing Demyx, he'd be there right up until the club closes.

Riku hopped from the chair and Sora stood up with him. Axel stood up as well and Zexion sighed as he set his bass down and stood up too. Luxord made his way and stood with the group. Roxas and Demyx looked at each other and just slowly backed away.

"We played together and now we party together! Well, Axel, you didn't exactly play, but you're pretty much our manager and biggest fan, so you're fine," Riku teased. Axel punched him in the arm and the five of them started marching for the side of the stage. Roxas and Demyx quickly followed behind them and listened as the music from the actual club get louder and louder. The floor was starting to vibrate as well.

"Let's go dance Rox! This'll be fun! Oh, I wouldn't mind getting a hand on that red head's ass," Demyx whispered in Roxas's ear. The blonde shuddered and tried to shake that image from his mind. Demyx was smiling from ear to ear, ready to go dance his heart out. Those girls would probably tear Axel up before he could even say a word to the guy.

"This is going to be a long night," Roxas mumbled to himself. As usual.

O~o~O

They danced the night away, well, except Roxas. He sat at one of the tables alone, watching everyone have the greatest time. Dancing never really interested him. When he saw the guys danced so awkwardly around the women who just preferred to grind on each other over the men, he knew it was somewhere he didn't belong. A couple times, a giggling drunk girl would come up to him and offer to buy him a drink. He politely declined. Once a man even walked up to him and offered him a drink. Roxas just switched to a different table after that. He just sat there, head propped on his elbow, looking positively bored.

"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" said that strong voice. Roxas peeked over to the side where he locked eyes with a grinning baboon. Axel thought it would be a smart idea to sit right across from him and try to get him to talk. Wrong.

"What do you want?" Roxas asked, annoyed.

"Why aren't you dancing?" he asked, pulling Roxas's hand away from his face. Sighing Roxas turned his body and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because I find it quite stupid."

"You don't really mean that. Because if you do, I'm just going to drag you out there and make you dance."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me Roxas. Why don't you say it again?"

"That's not how you make friends. You've already injured me and now you want to threaten me? Wow, and I didn't think you could be any more annoying!"

"You're just a chicken!"

"Am not! Dancing is idiotic. That's the absolute truth."

Axel's friendly smile turned dark. His green eyes turned evil as he stood up and walked in front of Roxas. The blonde stared at him with his blue eyes and wasn't expecting what happened next. He felt big, strong hands wrap around his small wrists and literally yank him out of his seat. Axel ran down the ramp that led to the dance floor, Roxas in tow. Roxas really wished that he was a lot stronger so he could fight back.

"You're going to love this Rox!" Axel laughed as he pulled him through the people until he met up with the band. All of the boys were dancing with rather pretty girls who just fawned over them. Roxas rolled his eyes and stood there awkwardly when Axel let his wrists go. Axel was already moving to the beat as he looked over to the blonde who stood there.

"Why isn't he dancing? His friend sure loves to," Sora said, pointing over at Demyx who was jamming out crazily to the music. Girls danced with him and Demyx looked like he really was having a good time. Sora and Riku danced rather closely together and Zexion and Luxord found their own set of cute girls. Sora and Riku were watched by the eyes of other fan girls and Roxas even noticed that some of them stared at Axel and him. Axel pursed his lips and grabbed Roxas's wrists again. He moved them side to side and spun Roxas around.

"You my friend are such a party pooper!" Axel complained as he tried to get the blonde to dance. Roxas just moved weirdly, not at all comfortable. Axel growled and ran around Roxas to get at the back of his knees. He kicked them just to make Roxas bend backwards. Roxas yelled in pain and was furious at the irritating red head that had him in his arms.

"Don't hold me like that. Are you like, gay or something?" Roxas said, moving away from Axel. The red head threw his head back in laughter and Sora and Riku happened to hear their conversation.

"Axel gay? He's the only real gay guy in our group. Isn't it obvious?" Sora giggled, turning his attention back to Riku. Roxas found himself blushing as he turned back to Axel. Axel was red in the face from laughing.

"I thought you were gay too! I mean, look at how you're dressed. Demyx was easy to figure out and I just got the vibe you were too!" Axel smiled. Roxas gasped and shoved Axel.

"I'm not gay! If you're looking to hit on a guy, just make sure it's not me. I know Demyx sure likes the looks of you. Why not try to pick him up?" Roxas yelled angrily. Axel thought about that for a moment and winked at Roxas before moving to his sandy haired friend. Roxas looked over just to see Axel slide his arms around Demyx's waist. He could see the happiness drift into Demyx's face as he ran back for the tables. His hands were already wiping off the damn makeup that Demyx made him wear, well, what was left of it.

He sat back at his seat and pouted. Honestly, did he really even seem gay? Roxas scanned the crowds of people and continued to wonder why he was still there. He wanted to grab Demyx and just go home. The club scene just wasn't for him. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm down. Roxas put his head in his hands and sighed. Soon he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Uh, hey there. My friends and I were wondering if you wanted to come dance with us," said a nervous girl's voice behind him. Roxas removed his hands and looked at her. She had pretty green eyes and windblown brown hair. The girl wasn't ugly for sure, but she wasn't exactly the greatest looking. He peeked past her to see two other girls holding onto each giggling. The one girl had reddish hair that drooped to her shoulders. Not nearly as red as Axel's but a better shade. The girl with her had short blonde hair with two pieces styled to something resembled ant antennas. Roxas wasn't exactly fond of that. The brunette and red head were more his style. Each girl donned a version of a short skirt with a short top to match. They seemed rather desperate.

"My name's Olette and those two idiots over there are Kairi and Larxene. We saw you storm away from your friends and we figured you'd want company. Not to mention you're really cute," she blushed. Olette was a rather pretty name and as was Kairi. He hoped the name Kairi belonged to the red head and not the blonde ant.

"The name's Roxas. Uh sure, I'm not a good dancer, but I guess I will," Roxas said, slowly getting up. The girls' faces all lit up in joy and the other two ran to go circle him.

"Hey there! I'm Kairi! Gosh, you're even cuter close up!" said the red haired girl excitedly. Roxas was pleased she the girl with the prettier name. He smiled and thanked her for the compliment. Kairi and Olette wove their arms through his, one on each side, and Roxas was being dragged to the dance floor again. Larxene followed closely behind.

"Oh my gosh! I love this song!" Kairi gasped as they hit the crowded floor. The lights flashed and the music pounded, just giving Roxas an even bigger headache. He pushed the pain back to the back of his mind and tried on focusing on the girls. Trying to remember how Demyx danced, he attempted to mimic what he thought was dancing. The two girls who held onto him were dancing almost on top of him, one in the front, and one in the back. Larxene danced by herself, awkwardly watching.

Kairi chose the front of Roxas and tossed her long hair back and forth. He watched her move up and down gracefully and admired how her body moved. Her hips shook back and forth and Roxas found himself placing his hands on her hips and moving with her. Kairi smiled widely and leaned against Roxas, dancing on him yet again. Roxas placed his chin on her shoulder and laughed weakly. Olette turned around to see Kairi getting all of Roxas's attention and grew jealous. She tapped on his shoulder and he turned around. Olette yanked him away from Kairi and attempted to do what she did, but without as much life. Roxas had to admit, Kairi did it better. Kairi was a lot better in the looks department as well.

"Look Ollie, I had dibs!" Kairi snarled, pulling on Roxas's arm. He jolted to the side and had to catch himself before he fell. Olette shrieked and pulled on his opposite arm, turning Roxas in the rope for tug-of-war. The girls tugged on both ends, trying to get Roxas for themselves. He groaned and yanked his arms out of both of them. Olette was in shock as he walked towards Kairi and took her hand.

"Come on, you want to come with me?" he said in her ear. Kairi winked at Olette before the two of them left the two girls alone. Kairi was laughing and tossing her hair over her shoulder as Roxas led her through the moving bodies. He was looking for a bright patch of red just so he could rub it in his face. But what exactly was he going to rub in Axel's face? His straightness?

"Wait, isn't that those guys from the band that just played? Oh my gosh! They were so good!" Kairi squealed as Roxas brought them to were the band and Demyx were all still at. Axel's head turned toward Roxas and Kairi as he danced with Demyx and Roxas just filled up with glee at the hint of jealousy on Axel's face. Kairi turned toward Roxas who was grinning like an idiot and took his hands. They danced to the upbeat music that seemed to have no words and Roxas could feel those green eyes bore into the back of his head. Excellent.

O~o~O

"I can walk! I can sing the alphabet!" slurred Demyx as he nearly toppled over. Roxas was really pissed at his best friend because Demyx had promised he wouldn't touch a single drop of alcohol that night. Promise broken it seems. Roxas just knew it was Axel who had bought him a few drinks. Demyx wasn't all that great at holding down his alcohol and Roxas knew he had to get him home fast before he'd be cleaning the poor guy up. The last time he checked the time, it was about four twenty in the morning and he had work in just a few hours. So much for a good eight hours of sleep. Try one hour and maybe a nap during his shift.

"Demyx, be careful and don't hurt yourself!" warned a strong voice on the other side of Demyx, supporting him up. Roxas flicked his head over to Axel and glared at him. Kairi was watching behind them as they tried to get Demyx out of the club. Riku had kindly brought the car out in front, saying something about how he'd do anything for his new friends or whatever. The only trouble left was getting Demyx to the car.

They had made it outside where the cool night air greeted them. Roxas was at his boiling point from being forced to dance by Kairi and the band in that stuffy room. He was completely glad he was finally going home. Riku was leaning against the car, looking just as bored as he did when he was on the stage. Seeing the four of them come out, he ran over to go help them with the nearly knocked out Demyx. The three guys managed to get the passenger door open, but Demyx refused to sit there.

"I want to drive! It's my car so I can drive," cried Demyx.

"Are you stupid? You're drunk Dem, no way in hell will I let you drive," Roxas growled, shoving his friend into the seat. Demyx huffed and refused to put his seat belt on. Axel sighed and bent inside to do it for Demyx. Roxas groaned and moved away from the car, desperately craving a cigarette. He wished he hadn't left them at home, but he did promise Demyx he would quit anyway.

"You okay to drive Rox? If not, Sora's too young to drink so he's sober. I'll call you guys a cab and have him drive your car home and take the taxi back," Riku said, holding up the keys. Roxas took them from his hand and smiled. Riku was a guy he could actually stand from the band. He wasn't a sloppy drunk, a sour puss, or a guy who tried to hit on him. Sora was an okay guy too.

"No, I've got it. I only had one drink tonight and I don't even feel a buzz. We can make it home, it's not that far," Roxas said. Riku punched him in the shoulder and left to go back inside. Kairi ran to Roxas and pulled him into a tight hug.

"So, you like, have my number! Give me a call sometime and maybe we can go out!" Kairi said, squeezing him.

"Yeah sure, g'night Kairi. Tell the other girls 'bye for me," Roxas said as he pulled away from her. Kairi waved goodbye and ran back into the club, giggling like she usually did. Then there was only one left. Axel closed the door and turned to Roxas.

"Well that was a night full of adventure. Thanks for introducing me to Demyx. He's a great guy and expect to see more of me. The two of us hit it off really well," winked Axel. Roxas frowned and felt his annoyed feeling turn into hate.

"Just make sure I'm not home when you come over. I'm still not particularly fond of you. You did almost break my nose after all," Roxas mumbled angrily. Axel feigned being hurt by that and smiled and ran to hug him goodbye. Roxas stepped aside and grumbled to himself.

"Have a good night Roxas. Tell Demyx to call me when he's not so hung-over. Man, I didn't realize the guy couldn't handle a few drinks," Axel sniggered as he ran back into the club, waving goodbye as he did so. Roxas talked to himself under his breath and made his way to the driver's seat. Demyx was half asleep in the passenger seat and Roxas knew he'd have to call in sick for Demyx tomorrow. Tomorrow was Sunday, so they both would get off early.

"Sleep tight Dem, I'll make sure you make it to your bed," Roxas smiled as he turned on the car. Demyx mumbled something, but Roxas couldn't make out what he said. Shrugging, he pulled away from the loud and bouncing club… finally.

Author's Note

I'M BACK!~

I finally will be able to update all my stuff now! I finally have Wi-Fi in my house and it feels great!

For the three months without any internet connection, I started this story. The first chapter is very long because I had to get some introductions in!

Now, just because I have this story running along with DELB doesn't mean I'm dropping DELB. I'm just going to focus on FMYP for a little while. There will still be updates for both! I just don't know when!

I'm not even sure where the idea for this story came up. I actually wrote the paragraph that Roxas had as a starter for a novel I want to work on or something.

Like Roxas, I got no place with it. So, listening to music and in need of some AkuRoku goodness, this all happened.

At first, I actually wanted Roxas to like Axel when he first met him, but them I'm like... WHERE'S THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT? So, Roxas is going to dislike Axel for the time being. Demyx can have him because I love Demyx!~

Back to those three awful months, I actually got chapter one of FMYP and chapters two and three done. I'm finishing up chapter four now! So, expect quick updates! I'm also finishing up the ending of DELB's new chapter, don't worry!

One last thing, the next chapters in FMYP will be shorter. Instead of the 12,000+ words here, it's more like, 5,000-6,000 + words. Much easier!

Sorry for the long chapter! But I hoped you liked it!(:

Did you all miss me?(:

Alright! I'm done rambling! Welcome to the beginning of a new story!~

Review & favourite! ~ c: