Chapter Two: Day Two
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~~ 8:00 AM ~~
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It turns out, Roxas' sleeping bag only had room for one, and I was not sleeping on the floor, so I was stuck sleeping on the mattress with the drunk. Amazingly, he went the whole night without trying to make a move on me.
When I woke up the next morning, I found out that, sometime during the night, Axel had cuddled up next to me and now our bodies were a tangled mess. Our arms and legs were intertwined, and our faces were so close, our noses were touching. At least that explained why his snoring was so loud, and why I smelled alcohol. The smell of the tequila cocktails he had last night was lingering, and that combined with morning breath was enough to make my nose crinkle as soon as I was awake enough to register what was happening.
Zexion, Demyx and Roxas weren't awake yet, thank God, so I had enough time to try to untangle myself from the pyro laying next to me. I managed to untangle my arms from his, and I was just starting to work on the legs when I heard a strained groan.
"Oh God… What happened last night?" Axel groaned as he rubbed his head. "I feel like I got hit by a freakin' train… and where'd my shirt go?"
"You went out partying, and got drunk off your ass. Demyx and Roxas found you and brought you back. And I have no idea what happened to your shirt. You must have lost it while you were out."
"Why do I have such a headache?"
"I don't know." I lied. "Maybe you hit your head."
That hangover must have been bad, because he actually believed me. What was even more surprising was that he didn't notice how close we were until he turned to look at me.
"Whoa. When did this happen?" He asked, the word 'this' referring to the fact that our bodies were tangled up.
"I have no idea. I just know that it was your fault."
Axel raised an eyebrow. "My fault? How was this my fault?"
"You were the one who was drunk."
"I see your point. I must have been fucked up, because I don't remember a thing…"
"Maybe that's a good thing. Now, if you don't mind, could you help me get our legs untangled?"
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~~ 12:00 PM ~~
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After our little 'mishap,' Axel went back to sleep in order to get rid of his hangover. I would have offered him an Alka Seltzer, but he fell asleep before I could.
Because there was nothing to eat on the island except for junk food and alcohol, I sent Roxas and Demyx to the main island to get some breakfast. When lunchtime came along, they left again and came back with hamburgers. The smell was enough to wake Axel up, and he ate two burgers and a handful of fries before going back to sleep. Before he did so, I offered him an Alka Seltzer. He refused, saying that he "didn't need some pill" to make him feel better, and he'd just "sleep it off." Stubborn jackass.
"At this rate, he'll be in bed all day.." Zexion sighed, taking a bite of his hamburger.
"I don't understand why he doesn't just take an Alka Seltzer. He'd be fine in about fifteen minutes." Roxas commented.
"Because he's an idiot, and a stubborn ass. That's why." I growled.
"You're really mad at him, aren't you?" Demyx asked.
I answered with a nonchalant "Yup."
Of course I was mad at him. Not only did he basically molest me, he refused my advice. Being a woman, there's nothing more infuriating than when a man doesn't listen to you - especially when you're right.
"Hey, Nikki. Wanna try surfing with me?" Demyx asked, steering the conversation away from Axel.
"I don't think so." I responded immediately.
"Why not?" He inquired.
"I don't surf."
"Come on, try it. It's fun."
"Yeah, it's fun - 'till a shark starts chewing on your board."
On his first try, Demyx ran into a shark - literally - and got his board chewed up. He had to get a new board, but decided to keep the old one as a souvenir.
"That only happened once." The nocturne proclaimed.
"In my opinion, once is too many." I said.
"Sissy."
"You're afraid of the dark." I deadpanned. "So tell me: Who's the bigger sissy here?"
"Touché." I heard Zexion say.
"Okay, you win…" Demyx groaned, letting his head fall in defeat.
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~~ 3:00 PM ~~
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The next time Axel woke up, his hangover was gone. But before anyone could say anything to him, he was out the door again.
"Where the hell are you going?" I demanded.
"Out."
With that, he was gone.
I would have gone after him, but it would have been a waste of time. He is a Nobody, with special powers, and I'm just a human teenager. If I tried to stop him, he would easily be able to brush me aside or teleport away. Even Zexion, who outranks him in the Organization (he is number six, and Axel is number eight), couldn't say anything that would get through his thick skull. If he wouldn't listen to one of his superiors, then he definitely wouldn't listen to Roxas, Demyx, or even me.
No matter how you look at it, it was a lost cause.
"I hope he doesn't spend this whole week intoxicated.." Roxas sighed.
"With our luck, he will." Zexion said, continuing to read his book.
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~~ 11:45 PM ~~
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I couldn't sleep.
Axel had been gone for nine hours, and I was wondering if he'd even come back at all.
After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, I finally gave up and just laid there.
I laid there on the mattress for another minute before I suddenly felt antsy, and got up to look out the window for the eightieth time to see if Axel was on his way. So far, there was no sign of the alcoholic redhead; only a few stray drunks passed out on the ground, and couples making out on the beach.
I finally had enough waiting and decided to go out and find that idiot and drag him back to the tree house so I could give him a proper scolding in the morning. Just as I moved to open the door, I heard a 'thump' on the other side. Something had to be blocking it because it wouldn't move, so I used the window to get out. When I got outside the entrance, I was - somewhat - shocked to see Axel laying in front of the door. He was passed out again, though he would occasionally utter gibberish in his sleep.
"Unbelievable…" I muttered to myself.
Not wanting to leave him there, I pushed him out of the way so I could open the door. It was a little difficult getting him inside because a passed out drunk is made up of one-hundred percent dead weight, but I managed to do it. Once we were inside, I shut the door and laid him down on the mattress. But when I made a move to grab the blanket, Axel grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back to him, causing me to land on top of him. I tried to get up, but he kept pulling me back, making that pathetic whine that you would expect from a clingy two-year-old.
Finally, I gave up and just laid there; I was tired, and besides, he was warm. When he realized that I wasn't moving, he loosened his grip on my arm and rested his free hand on my lower back. I snuggled up to him and buried my face in his neck, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. The combination of my exhaustion, the warmth of his body, and the comforting sound of his steady breathing put me to sleep on a matter of minutes.
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