Axel crumbled the paper up as he wrote the last sentence: 'I miss you my love…' What the hell kinda sentence is that? 'Not one at all, that's what. I suck at writing letters to people. Especially to people I don't know. I really should have paid attention in English 3.'
"Hey Axel!" Someone said, and bounded over to where Axel was. Axel shut his eyes, and bracing himself for the impact he knew would come. When he felt someone run into him and hug him so tightly that he couldn't breathe, he opened his eyes. When he did, sandy blond hair assaulted his entire field of vision.
"Haha hey Demyx. Could you lighten up on the squeezing? I kinda can't breathe here…" Axel said, while trying to breathe.
"Oh. Right. Sorry…" Demyx said apologetically. He backed away and blushed as Axel looked at him with a look of humor.
"'S okay." Axel said as he leaned down to give his boyfriend a short, yet sweet kiss on the lips. Demyx turned crimson, and backed away as the teacher came into the class and told them to stop kissing in his class and get their instruments and sheet music out. Axel would have been happy to kiss Demyx again, just to piss the teacher off, but Demyx was a little uncomfortable with PDA, even though it was a private school, and everyone was gay, bisexual, or lesbian. Even the teachers were gay. The school is located on some previously deserted island called 'Destiny Island' and there is no way to get off except for the bridge, and that is patrolled 24/7 by people called 'SOLDIER'. Rumors are that Principal Xemnas shipped them from a world called 'Midgar'. Two of the boys that go to Destiny High are from there. You can tell when someone is destined to be in the 'SOLDIER' by their eyes. They are all kind of green-ish-blue/sea colored. They are all skinny, and beautiful. Like vampires, but 100 bazillion times better.
"Hey Demyx, you gonna come to band practice tonight?" Axel asked.
"Yeap! I still think we should replace Larxene. She is such a bitch!"
"Yea I know. But unless we can find someone who can play guitar better than her, sing better than her, and play piano as good or better than her, she is stuck with us."
"Aww…"
"Yea. It sucks hairy monkey ass balls." Axel said. He picked up the letter he wrote earlier, put it in his backpack as the bell rang.
All through second period chemistry, Demyx was staring at the crumpled ball of paper that fell out of Axel's bag. He had resisted the urge to pick it up for quite some time now, and he felt he might burst. Finally, he decided he would go for it. When Axel wasn't looking, he picked up the paper and read it. He finished reading it as the bell rang.
"Aww…" Demyx said when he was done.
"What?" Axel asked, suspiciously eye-balling the paper Demyx held in his hands. Demyx showed Axel the paper, and forgetting where it came from said, "I wonder who wrote it… OH! We should find them, and ask them if they could write songs for our band!"
"Demyx, the person who wrote this does write songs for our band."
"But… You're the only one who… OOOOHHHHHH! IT'S SSOOOOOOO PRETTY AXEL!" Demyx squee'd, while jumping up and down like a bunny. On crack. And Monster.
"SSHHHHH!" Axel shushed Demyx loudly, and Demyx stopped jumping.
"Who'd you write it for?" Demyx asked politely.
"I…I really don't know."Axel replied. And he really didn't. He wrote it to the beautiful blond boy who invades his dreams every night, and invades most of his thoughts during the day. He wrote it to the one whose name he did not know.
Roxas arrived at his uncle's house around noon, got his stuff from the trunk of the taxi, and went inside. He found his uncle asleep in an armchair in front of the big T.V. He looked around the living room, from the black mahogany coffee table, to the pleather armchair his uncle was in, to the wood on the walls, and the orange shag carpet. Never let anyone come over here… This place is a hippie paradise! Roxas went to turn off the T.V. which was playing something that looked a lot like… Porn. Anime porn. He quickly turned it off, and with one last look around, he went up to his room to unpack.
When he came back down, his uncle had a beer in one hand, and the T.V. remote in the other. The T.V was back on.
"I don't appreciate you touching my T.V." Roxas' uncle said sourly, as if turning the T.V. off was like turning the water off in a poor person's house.
"I'm sorry uncle. You were asleep, so I thought-"
"That's what will get you in trouble 'round here."
"What will?"
"Thinkin' will."
"What the hell? Am I not allowed to think?"
"No."
"Whatever. I need money for books."
"What?"
"I. Need. Money. For. Books… Please?"
"Now that's better. And don't talk to me that way."
"Yes sir," Roxas said. He flinched a little when his uncle moved to get him some money. His uncle had a history of violence. And abuse. Mainly Roxas abuse.
"Here's your damn money. Now go away. And don't touch my T.V.!" He shouted as Roxas scrambled up the stairs.
Axel woke up that morning and spontaneously decided to go to the mall. He got dressed in a tight-fitting black long sleeve shirt with red skinny jeans, black converse, and a red and black striped tie.
He arrived at the mall after calling his friends to meet him there. He parked his car, and walked toward his favorite store. Starbucks.
He didn't really care for coffee, but it was right next to Hot Topic and Spencer's, and hot guys went into those stores daily.
"There he is! Hey Axel, over here!"Demyx yelled, nudging a sullen looking Zexion a few times, then taking a large gulp of coffee. Great… they gave him coffee…Demyx was like a bull in a china closet when he had coffee in his system. Axel had actually seen Demyx in a perfectly innocent china shop while pretending to be an opera singer. He hit an extremely unnatural high note. Need I say more?
Axel sat down and started talking to his friends. Demyx and Zexion were in their own little conversation, and Axel was just staring out the window, looking at the people passing by. That's how he noticed the stumbling blond boy. He was obviously lost, and Axel had a sudden, very strong urge to go help the little boy he had never seen before.
The boy just started walking over the crosswalk and was walking towards Starbucks. Holy crap! That boy is hotter than a gay bar on fire! Sadly enough, Axel had also seen a gay bar on fire. (But he doesn't count that, because he was the one to set it on fire.) It wasn't until then that Demyx and Zexion finally got the redhead's attention.
"Hey Ax… You okay?" Demyx asked.
"Huh?"
"I ssaaaiiiiddddd! Are you okay?"
"Oh… yea, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You're drooling." Zexion stated simply.
"Oh… sorry guys. But… I think I know that kid…" Axel said, pointing at the bewildered blond across the street.
"Oh him? His name is Roxas Strife. He's the new student at school." Demyx said.
Demyx always knows everything about anything, or anyone. Axel doesn't know how Demyx knows what he does, but it can sure come in handy sometimes.
"Is he Cloud Sensei's little brother?" Axel asked.
"Yea. And he's Sora's cousin." Zexion said.
"Oh. Well… I… Uh… have… Homework! Yea… Homework. Bye guys!" Axel said. And with a quick kiss on Demyx's lips, the redhead was gone.
Roxas was lost. There was no better way to put it… He was just lost. He tried asking people for directions, but they just ignored him, and kept going with their day.
He stopped on a crosswalk right in front of a Starbucks. He looked in the window, and saw a group of teenagers sitting around a table, laughing, and having a good time. Roxas sighed and remembered when he used to do that with his friends back home. One of the boys had long yet spiky red hair, and quite possibly the most mesmerizing eyes in the world. Another boy had a sandy blond mullet looking thing on his head, and the third boy had gray-ish/blue-ish colored hair that covered his right eye.
After a few minutes, Roxas saw the red haired one give the blond one a kiss and leave the café. He was headed straight for Roxas. Roxas started crossing the street quickly, and he was on the other side when the red head caught up with him. Roxas stopped and stared at the boy in front of him. His legs almost turned to jelly when he spoke.
"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
A/N: Good Gods, this story is old D: I srsly need to read it and re-beta it, but alas, I am too caught up in other stories :T Oh well. As promised, hur is the first chapter. Granted, mostly all of them are really short, they get better and longer towards the end :)