"Chapter 2 The cutie and the hopeless

He looked so hopeless standing there next to her. Not a single clue in the world on how this small task is done. But she couldn't help herself by thinking that he was kind of...cute. He was so rocking an 80' hairstyle, tight black jeans, with a matching t-shirt.

Sadly, there are two things she already knows about guys. One, being that's if they look this good, they're already taken. The second fact most likely is, if they look this hot, they are already taken by the same sex. Even knowing that, she still couldn't help but check out the car as well as the driver as they cleaned out the trunk just to get the spare.

"Sorry, I know it's a mess back here." She just charmingly smiles at him when their eyes made contact, then her green eyes rolled up when his back was turned as she thought "Mess is an understatement." At last, the box was finally removed to reveal a flat spare.

"Oh man, just my freaking luck." The dirty blonde cursed, forgetting he wasn't alone. "Umm thanks for the help. I guess."

"Don't mention it." She merely waved walking back to her car. "Do you need a ride anywhere?" Against her better judgment, her mouth worked faster than her brain when asking that.

"No, my friend should be here soon. He's sort of got hung up watching a kid until his Mom or someone like that returned from work." Every time those aqua blue reaching her eyes, an uneasy- yet good feeling started to grow inside the deepest part of her.

"So do I get a name?" 'Aw, how cute he's trying to flirt with me. At least his eyes are staying above chest level.'

"Nope, take care." Off she went down the street smiling to herself about leaving another helpless fool in her dust. 'There's no time for dating, not until Roxas is out of school.' She kept telling herself that as she made her way to her apartment.

"Wow, the living dead actually moves after midnight." She had to mock her barely dress redheaded friend. "You're not going out in that, are you?" Pants barely hanging on his hips, with no shirt as always. Good thing Twilight Town doesn't have winter and yet it still gets pretty cold at night. "If you get sick I'm not babying you back to health."

"I love you, girl. Don't worry, I'll just have to make a quick trip somewhere. Oh and he's in your bed sleeping since your semi late getting home. We'll talk to you later about that one girl. Night." She just finally shoved him out saying: "Night."

"Talk to me about being-" She looked at her clock that hangs on the wall near the window with the best view. "Oh...almost an hour late." She glanced down the small hallway to her room. "Well it's that hot- I mean jerks fault. If he didn't have to unpack his whole car, I could have been home on time." She rested her head on the door fame to her room watching her little brother slumber.

"You're finally home! Are you okay? Why didn't you call me?" She just shook her head as she laid beside him.

"We'll talk about it later, I promise." It was the only word that could get him to fell back asleep and yet, the word 'promise' can work like on double edge sword at times.

Once morning came, Roxas questioned her the whole time while making breakfast. She knew he'll flip out having a massive anxiety attack once she told him the truth. But after being lectured and questioned for an hour she broke down. "I pulled over to help some helpless jerk change a tire."

Roxas jaw hit the floor. "W-what?" She counted to eight then pointed at her dear brother so the freak out could begin. "He could have kidnaped you! Do awful things to you, the worst of all your body would have been found in some dumpster!"

"Like I would fit in his beat-up Jetta anyways." Roxas slapped his forehead. He should have known it was all about the car but still. "He had it completely filled up with boxes."

"Mostly like boxes filled with dead body parts!" She's not sure if it amazes her or amuses her at how wild Roxas' imagination can get. "New rule, come right home, and no stopping to check out nice cars or their driver!" She'd been caught and she knew there no excuse to turn Roxas' attention elsewhere.

"Well, why don't we clean up this apartment today?" She knew once she turned around Roxas would be gone. Hearing the front door closed she was a little relieved and somewhat irritated at him. Roxas hated cleaning with a passion and he knows Axel would protect him from his sister wrath.

"She was really hot, Axel. I swear it really did happen!"

"Finally, my little helper's here to save me from your endless BS." Axel waved for Roxas to come over. "Demyx this is my protégé, Roxas. Roxas, this is one of my many weird friends, Demyx, Demy for short."

"Hey."

"Nice to meet you."

"Now tell Roxas here what happen last night since my kiddo has a nose for BS."

"Alright but I swear it the truth." Demyx has begun from the beginning. "Well, my Mom kicked me out because I flipped out at her for dating and sleeping with someone we use to go to school with, Axel. Vexen. The guys like three years older than me!" Roxas watched as both Demy and Axel shivered, making an ugly face at that name. "So I packed up all the crap which was really hard, mostly because I hate manual labor, and took off to here hoping some of my old friends since sixth grade would be nice to me and take me in."

"Only if your story is real. Well Roxas, is it real?" Axel asked his mini-me, even Demy notice was dressed just like Axel. "It sounds like it so far."

"Since Axel here was the only one who didn't laugh and hung up on me. I decide to come here first but about a block away I got a flat."

"And not having a clue on how to change it." Axel had to be the sarcastic jerk by adding that part.
"This really hot and I mean really hot, like a chick from one of your best dream hot, Pulled over to helped." Roxas looked over to Axel then back at Demy.

'He's telling the truth, sorry, Axel." The redhead messed up the kid's hair. "Finish telling him all of it, Demy. He hangs around me all day so nothing you say will shock him."

"She looks like she just got done clubbing or whatever, black three-inch shoes, a mini jean skirt. With a dark colored tank top. She looked like the heavens itself. Oh, and her tank top said something princess. I think."

"Now that's the BS part, Roxas." Axel turned his attention back to his protégé, who acting like a zombie. "Roxas?"

Wide blues eyes look up at him then stared at Demy, before he swallowed hard as he asked a question. "Did it say 'punk-rock Princess'?"

Demy stared at the ceiling for a bit trying to think of it. "Yeah, it did!"

"Roxas, you okay?" Axel asked again as he started to get a little worried.

"Do you know the hot chick, cuz if she's your girlfriend, I'll give some pointers…unless Axel already did that." Axel just backhanded his old friend for even suggesting that. "Shut up."

"She's my-" Roxas didn't finish his sentence as Larxene walked down wearing her Tinker Bell pj's, with her sea green facial mask on, holding an arm full of clean clothes. "Alright, who do these belong too?"