I really love big storms. I love the sound of the pouring rain, the howling of the wind, the roar of thunder, and I love the flash of lightning. Better yet, I love being in storms. I don't know why, but I just find it all so exhilarating.

Unfortunately, though, there was one storm that had left me stuck in my dorm room. Apparently the school had to make sure all the students remained safe or some stupid shit reason like that. But there was a single upside. And this upside was my roommate: Roxas. The storm was exactly what I had needed to get in a little bonding time with the blonde.

Why? Because he couldn't stand me.

I had been laying on my bed, pretending to be asleep. I wasn't, though. Hell, how could anyone sleep during such a noisy storm? Anyway, I had been watching Roxas instead. He was sitting at his desk doing his homework. His earphones were in, too. And his music was loud because I could hear it, even. Either way, he was beautiful. And so I decided that now was as best a time as any to make my move. I was growing impatient of waiting anyway.

I rolled off my bed and walked up behind him, removing his earphones from his ears and leaning down.

"Roxy, I'm bored," I whined. I rested my chin and his left shoulder and wrapped my arms around him.

"Get off!" he demanded, attempting to push me back. "I'm busy."

"No you're not," I denied. "I'm not blind; I can see that you're only doodling."

And he had only been doodling.

He sighed. "Whatever." He put his earphones back in.

I let out a short sigh before taking his iPod.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Give that back!"

"Why should I? It is pretty rude after all," I claimed.

"You're rude all the time," he shot back.

He started jumping, failing with his attempts to get his iPod back from me. After all, I had been holding it over my head and I was a hell of a lot taller than him. Eventually, he grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and simply tried to pull my whole arm down. That didn't work either, though; I was too strong. But now this position had left us standing very close together. I smirked, causing him to quickly back away from me.

"What's wrong, Roxy?" I wondered, stepping closer to him. I could tell that he was embarrassed, even if only a little.

"Just give my iPod back to me," he replied, holding his hand out.

"What's the magic word?"

He rolled his eyes at me. "You're such a prick." He sat back down at his desk with a sigh, obviously giving up on his iPod retrieval.

Because of this, I just decided to let him have it. So I put the iPod down on one of his textbooks. Then I returned to laying down on my bed, feeling a bit disappointed.

And then the power went out, leaving the room pitch black.

Remaining calm, I had pulled my lighter from my pocket and flicked it on. I turned and opened my desk drawer, pulling out two small candles. I lit them and placed the lighter between them.

"We're not supposed to have candles—" Roxas started, his voice soft.

"Well, I don't think either of us have a flashlight," I cut him off, more irritation in my voice than I had intended there to be.

"Hey, what's with the attitude all of a sudden?"

"What's with the attitude you've been giving me all year? You barely even know me, yet you just assume that I'm a total dick."

He fell silent at this remark. It was true, though. He had never even given me a chance; he just figured I was a bad kid from the beginning. And that was annoying.

Yet he had still somehow managed to get me crushing on him.

"First impressions stick," he finally spoke up.

"Fuck first impressions," I said back.

"Why do you even care what I think of you?"

I was back on my feet before he had even finished asking the question. And it took only about two long steps for me to be leaning over him, trapping him in the chair.

"Axel, what are you doing?" His voice was even quieter now.

"Something I've wanted to try since the first day I met you," I admitted.

Then I kissed him.

And to my surprise, he actually kissed me back.

After a moment or two, I pulled away from the kiss. And I could've swore I heard him whine when I did.

I let out a soft chuckle. "You're cute, Roxy."

"Shut up."

I chuckled a bit more, returning to my bed. I sat down and gestured for him to join me.

"Fuck that, I'm not gonna sleep with you," he denied, having become defencive again.

"Whoa, I'm not asking you to sleep with me. Just come lay down with me."

"But then…why did you kiss me?"

"Usually you kiss a person when you like them, Roxas, not just because you want to sleep with them."

He paused. "So…you like me?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"But you don't want—?"

"Not right now." I let out a bit of a frustrated sigh. "See? You don't know me at all. I'm not that kind of guy, Roxas."

Now I could tell that he was thinking about the whole situation. And I had hoped that he would believe me. It was true after all. But then I realised that I had probably made him feel bad.

"Don't feel so guilty," I spoke up. "It happens to everyone."

"What does?"

"Prejudgment and misjudgment. I bet you couldn't even tell that I'm gay."

"No, I couldn't," he admitted. "Did you know I'm—?"

"Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have kissed you. Now, come lay down with me."

"But—"

"Roxas, we just lost power so it's not like you can see what you're doing. Besides, you weren't really doing anything anyway."

I had lay down and closed my eyes, waiting. A few moments later, I felt his body lay down beside me. I smiled at this, content with the outcome. Then I draped my arm over his waist and kissed his shoulder.

"Will you let me show you the real me?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?"

"Would you be willing to go on a few dates with me to actually get to know me?"

"Oh! I—" He cocked his head to look at me and my green eyes met with his blue eyes. His face was dimly lit, but still so beautiful. He then nodded. "Yeah."

I smiled again and kissed his nose. Roxas smiled back and blushed a bit, but I didn't comment on that. After all, I hadn't wanted to ruin that perfect moment. So I just lay my head back down instead. The scenario hadn't gone exactly as I had expected, but that was okay; it had happened either way. And with that, I listened to the sounds of the storm while holding the blonde in my arms.

That night had given me another reason to love stormy weather.