-'Erickson' (Axel's last name) is 'Gin and Sin'. Very good fic.

The lyrics in the first chapter are 'Bat Country' by Avenged Sevenfold.

The second lyrics are 'Dani California', by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my laptop and the glass of orange juice I was drinking while writing this (I have a cold ).-

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Axel woke up sometime after noon on Tuesday, the first day of his suspension. He shifted, his entire being, especially his arms and upper body, extremely stiff, and his head was host to a pounding headache. "Oh, man, what the hell happened?" he groaned, noticing he was lying on the couch. But something else also surprised him. Demyx was sitting on the couch, Axel's head in his lap, a hand on the red-head's chest, the other dangling off the arm of the couch. The musician had fallen asleep with Axel's head in his lap, sitting up on the couch, in simpler terms. "Damn, Demyx, that can't be comfortable," Axel grinned, not moving. "Wake up," he called, raising a hand to grab at Demyx's jaw.

Demyx yawned, blue eyes opening. "Whaaa…? Oh, hey, Axel. Sleep good?" He questioned, free hand moving to cover his mouth. "What time is it?" he asked, glancing about for a clock.

The pyro found a clock, glancing at it before remarking, "a little past 1… oh, shit, Demyx, you have school!" he realized, sitting bolt upright. "You've already missed half the day!" Axel cursed under his breath as his headache became worse. Shifting gingerly, he lay back down, taking care not to lay on Demyx.

"It's alright. I want to get you fed first. You can be skinny, but this skinny," Demyx pulled Axel's shirt off; having taken the sweatshirt off before he fell asleep, showing his friend his easily visible ribs. "That's not healthy."

Axel looked down at his chest, shrugging. His torso was covered in bruises of varying size, most of them about his chest and arms. He noticed his friend staring and mumbled a soft, "gym class."

"What? What's going on in gym?" Demyx demanded, tossing the shirt back to Axel.

"When we play basketball, I don't pay attention and get hit by the ball a lot," he mumbled, looking away, hiding his bare upper body under the shirt.

"We need to get you fed," Demyx nodded, back on track. He walked to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, rolling his eyes as he recognized the melting carton of ice cream. With a snort, he tossed it into the trash, rustling through the various food items. "Axel… there's pretty much nothing in your kitchen. No wonder you're so skinny! You don't have any food!"

"I'm broke," Axel murmured, looking away from the now-irate blonde. "I need to do something for cash," he shrugged, rolling onto his side; face centimeters away from the back of the couch.

Demyx turned around to face him, closing the freezer door and walking back to his friend. "You're broke? So you haven't been eating, instead spending all your money on drugs? You can't do that!"

"So?" Axel growled, rolling onto his face, his words really a mumble. "Why can't I?"

"Because you'll die if you don't eat anything!" Demyx yelled, walking back to him. "I'm going to school, and when I get back, we're going grocery shopping." He picked up his pack, slinging it over one shoulder before walking to the door. "And I don't care if you're broke, Axel, I'm not."

When he left, Axel rolled off the couch, noticing his sweatshirt neatly folded and put on the table, along with his bag. Smiling, he tossed his shirt into his room, going into his closet to replace it with a grey-ish shirt that went almost down to his knees. Instead of the jeans he was wearing, he slipped into a pair of much-too-big black shorts that he had to tighten all the way using the drawstring. His boots were already taken off, by Demyx, he presumed.

Slipping around in his socks, Axel flopped back down on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. A pale hand reached for the clicker, flicking it on. He channel-surfed for a while, not finding anything on; when he made it to the USA Network ("Characters Welcome!' the TV was saying), he paused there, recognizing the show as one Demyx liked to watch when he was at Axel's apartment. Axel shrugged, not having found anything better on and curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled over his skinny form.

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Demyx arrived late to band, tossing the excuse to the teacher as he walked to his spot. While electric guitar wasn't exactly a band instrument, Demyx had insisted on it, and somehow gotten his way. Picking up the oddly sky-blue instrument, he glanced to the right, where he would normally find Axel lounging there, banging drumsticks against the wall.

The other students glanced at Demyx, as if asking him where Axel was, but he only shrugged, refusing to answer their questions. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, Axel's not here today, because he mouthed off to a teacher and got suspended, and is probably getting high right this instant.'

Yeah right.

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Roxas was back in language arts, doing his best to ignore Hayner, Sora, and Riku, who were all sitting towards the front. He threw a pencil down on his desk, which bounced, almost falling off. Snatching it, he set it down, mumbling curses under his breath. This day wasn't getting any better, and Roxas wasn't expecting it too.

He wrote until the bell rang; most of the things he wrote were simply complaints, and what had happened to make him complain so. When the bell did ring, he shoved his things into his bag, hurrying to be the first one out of the class. He didn't want to have to put up with anyone else.

Making it to his next class, he simply walked to the teacher, who was writing math equations on the board. "Excuse me," Roxas began, hands behind his back. When the teacher looked at him, he started speaking again. "I'm not feeling too well. Could I go home early today? My mother, when I told her I wasn't feeling well this morning, told me that if I felt sick, I should ask to go home, because she didn't want me doing badly in school, when I could have gone home and gotten better, so I could do my best."

The teacher nodded with a smile. "You go on down to the office. You have a ride home?" she answered, waiting for his response before she resumed her work.

"I'll call my mom, she can pick me up," Roxas answered, leaving the room. He was getting almost as good at skipping class as Axel was; not a good thing, though Roxas was a little bit less destructive in the process. He walked quickly through the hall, taking care not to break into a run.

He passed the office without so much as glancing at it, slipping out the main entrance double doors as inconspicuously as possible. Roxas reached into his pocket, grabbing change as he made it to the bus-stop, where he waited impatiently for the bus to arrive. When it did, he handed the driver his change, walking to a seat near the middle. The bus was empty around this time of day; 2 o'clock or so in the afternoon, when most were at work or school. 'Like I should be,' Roxas thought grimly, before gritting his teeth and preparing himself for the task at hand.

Roxas was going to apologize to Axel for Hayner's behavior, and let the older teen know that he was no longer friends with Hayner; it wasn't all planned out yet, but he would figure it out on the way there. He checked the slip of paper with the pyro's address written on it again, wanting to make sure he got out at the right stop.

After a good 20 minutes, the bus lurched to a halt, flinging Roxas forwards into the seat before him, head banging painfully. "Damn," he mumbled, stumbling to his feet, a hand pressed to his forehead. When he exited the bus, it took on only a few passengers before creaking off again.

"So, which one, which one?" the teen questioned, looking at the paper; #308B, it read, apparently an apartment number. To tell the truth, Roxas had never been to an apartment complex before, so he was a bit confused as to where to start. He waked up the stairs, looking around.

"No! You're going to kill him, don't do that, do what the other guy was telling you to do!" yelled a familiar voice; faint as if shouted through a door 15 feet away, but a familiar voice nonetheless.

"Axel," Roxas murmured, trusting the voice was his, but not trusting what it was saying. What was going on in there? Padding warily to the door, he rapped on it three times, before stepping back, ready to run if necessary.

The door creaked open, revealing the gaunt figure of Axel, along with his shockingly red hair; oddly, he seemed to be dressed in a kind of pajamas, a baggy T and shorts. "Roxas!" he recognized him, throwing the door open happily. "Good to see you again, Roxas!" he nodded cheerfully, stepping aside to let him in.

Roxas entered, expecting total chaos, but the apartment was unexpectedly clean; there was a lighter, along with a credit card, a plastic bag, and a few random sheets of paper sitting on the coffee table and a pair of boots in the middle of the floor, but that was about it. Turing back around, he found the door was closed and Axel was no longer standing there. Looking back to the couch, he saw the teen curled up with a blanket watching TV. Roxas walked to the couch, sitting down beside Axel, backpack on the floor beside him, before looking to the screen. On it, a doctor with a cane ran through the hallways, yelling something that made no sense to Roxas, who had just entered, but it did apparently to the older boy.

"I told you! You're going to kill him if you try that! Listen to your co-workers for once!" Axel yelled back, arms thrashing wildly. When the patient, sleeping, seemed to develop bleeding ulcers on the outside of his chest, Axel grinned widely. "See!"

The blonde made a face, not exactly liking the program. "What the hell is this?" he asked, turning to look to Axel, who was obviously enjoying his suspension.

"This? Oh, it's 'House'. Demyx likes to watch it when he's over here. It's been on all day, it's a marathon," Axel nodded, attention still focused on the screen, which flickered with the character's movement, apparently appeasing the teen.

"Oh." Roxas had heard of the show before; Riku had been watching it once when Roxas had gone over to get Sora. He himself wasn't a fan, but it seemed both Demyx and Axel were. Somehow, he could picture them both watching it together, both of them high and screaming at the TV in an attempt to steer the wayward doctor onto the right course of medicine. "Axel, I wanted to talk to you for a few minutes. Is that alright?" he asked slowly, waving a hand in front of the druggie's face. When Axel snapped to attention, turning his entire body to face Roxas, he began to try and talk to him.

"Axel, about what happened yesterday. I know I tried to explain yesterday, but you weren't it too good of a shape or anything. I talked to Hayner yesterday about it and all. He was worse, even, he said he didn't care and that you were gay and he didn't think you deserved…" He paused, trying to re-organize his thoughts. Maybe he should have thought about what he was going to say on the way there. "But I ended up saying that he should treat you with more respect, and listen to what you say, and not to judge you because you're gay… I mean, because he thinks you're gay, and--" He broke off as he noticed Axel watching him a bit more intently. "Axel?" he questioned.

Axel's mouth formed into a sort of a small smile before he shifted his position, pressing his mouth against that of Roxas'. The light-weight teen slipped a hand up the back of the other's shirt, pulling the younger to him, green eyes closed almost happily. They opened slowly as the addict shifted his position, carefully and skillfully maneuvering Roxas onto his back on the sofa, straddling him. Leaning down once more, he kissed Roxas again, tongue making it past the other's lips to run across his tongue.

Roxas was caught completely by surprise, and before he even was sure what was happening, was on his back, Axel on top of him. His blue eyes were wide before the other pulled away, moving to strip Roxas' shirt off. "Axel! Hey! Woah!" he interjected, scooting away from Axel so that he could sit up. "What're you doing?"

Axel blinked; it was his turn to be surprised. "Kissing you," he explained simply, hair hanging in his face as he smiled once more, only half there.

"You're high. I'm going to go now, alright? I know people do crazy shit when they're high, so… so I'm not going to hold it against you; this never happened," Roxas managed to get out, standing and grabbing his backpack, leaving the apartment. As he began to trot down the stairs, he almost ran into Demyx, who stared at him curiously, noticing he was in a hurry.

Demyx stopped moving, turning his gaze to follow the boy down the steps before shrugging it off and going into Axel's apartment, where Roxas apparently had come out of. "Axel, I'm back!" he called, tossing his bag to the ground. "You watching House? Cool, cool. Look, what was Roxas doing here?"

Axel was sitting on the couch, a nearly blissful expression on his face. "He came to talk, I think," he did his best to remember what had happened, "but I kissed Roxas!"

Demyx stared at him, moving to sit next to him, where Roxas had been before. "You kissed Roxas?" Evidently that was what had made Axel so happy; kissing Roxas. "How is that a good thing?"

"How couldn't it be?" Axel wanted to know, crawling to sit on Demyx's lap, turning his head to look up into his friend's face. "Of course it's a good thing! I really like Roxas," he admitted, his pale face becoming colored with a faint blush as he smiled.

"You like Roxas? You mean, you have a crush on him?" Demyx tried to clarify things, utterly confused by this point. "How come you didn't tell me this?"

"Yeah! A crush! I have a crush on Roxas," Axel hugged himself, almost overcome with glee (for that was the best word to describe it) as he recognized it as a crush. "Tell you…? Oh, I couldn't tell you, as I just realized it myself! He's really nice to me, and came over here just to apologize for Hayner again, and I think he said they aren't friends anymore because of it!" He smiled some more, leaning against Demyx's chest.

"That's nice, Axel," Demyx answered, eyes closed. "But how high are you right now, and how freaked out is Roxas?"

"Oh, I dunno to either of them," Axel shrugged, pulling the blanket up over himself and Demyx. "But he's kinda there for me, you know what I mean? Like you, only you're always here, especially when I need you and even when I don't need you." With that, he looked quizzically up at Demyx. "Why're you here right now, exactly, anyways?"

"Because I always am," was all the musician could answer, wrapping his arms around Axel and holding him to himself. "And always will be."

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Roxas hurried down the street, sure of where he was now; he was in Olette's neighborhood. Reaching her house, he knocked on the door hurriedly. "Answer, answer, answer, answer, please, Olette, open up!" he whispered quickly, almost falling into the house with relief when Olette answered.

"Roxas? Where've you been? I know you and Hayner aren't getting along right now, but Pence and I are still your friends," she remarked, moving aside to let him into her house. "We'll always be your friends, so you don't need to avoid--"

This time is was Roxas' turn to interrupt someone, though not quite in such a shocking way as Axel had. "Olette, it's not that. I really need to talk to you; it's important."

The way he spoke to her, so serious and yet almost scared, it made Olette think of one of her girl friends coming over to her house or calling her, saying 'Olette, I think I'm pregnant.' Luckily, Roxas was not a girl, so they didn't have to worry about it; but her mind skipped to the next thing. "Roxas, do you have AIDS?" she whispered, grabbing his arm and leading him up the steps to her room.

"What? No, that's not it, I don't have AIDS. Why did you even think of that?" Roxas answered indignantly, looking at her funny as he followed her up quickly. When she sat down in a chair and he on her bed, he crossed his ankles, looking at them intently, all of a sudden not sure what to say to her.

Olette stood, moving to sit beside him, an arm comfortingly put about his shoulders. "Now you just think about what it is you need to tell me, and take your time if you need to."

Roxas nodded, reassured. "I went to Axel's apartment, to apologize for what Hayner said yesterday," he began, fiddling with the black and white checkered wristband as he spoke. "But Axel was high when I was trying to talk to him; high again," he shook his head, frustrated by that simple fact. "But, while I was talking, just, out of nowhere, he just kisses me. I mean, not just a quick peck on the cheek thing, he kissed me on the lips, and ended up on top of me, a hand up my shirt and his tongue in my mouth!" Antagonized, Roxas growled frustratedly, not liking being confused, especially by a crack-head like Axel.

"So Axel kissed you?" Olette repeated, only hardly believing what her friend was telling her. "Do you think it was just because he was high--oh, never mind, carry on," she blushed, realizing she had interrupted him when she was trying to help him figure things out.

"Well, you see, the thing is," it was Roxas' turn to blush, looking away at his shoes, "well, I kind of… liked it." When he finished, he looked to Olette, confused; he didn't know why he had liked it, he didn't even think he liked Axel that much as a friend, even, as he was a druggie.

"You liked it when he kissed you?" Olette confirmed, before falling silent, thinking about what Roxas' had told her had happened. Still not sure how to answer, she waited for him to continue, which he did.

"It felt nice," the blonde admitted. "He caught me by surprise, but I didn't really mind it." He chewed on his lip for a minute, before adding, "does that mean I'm gay?"

Olette smiled at his words, shaking her head. "No, it doesn't mean you're gay." Holding up a finger, she kept him from speaking as she finished. "It just means you're in love." She couldn't resist; she had to put it that way; to her, it just sounded so much better. "Roxas, this could be your first love," she exclaimed happily, hugging him simply for that fact. The thing she didn't add was that most 'first loves' never worked out quite right, always seeming to end with one or both of the people getting hurt. But it wasn't time for that!

"I'm not gay, I'm just in love with Axel?" Roxas asked, confused and trying to clarify. "But Axel's a guy, like me. So if I'm in love with him, wouldn't that make me gay?" An understandable enough question.

"No, you're just a guy who's happened to fall in love with another guy. You can't control that," Olette disagreed, rephrasing his words. "That doesn't make you gay."

"What? I'm lost now. Me and Axel somehow isn't gay; then what is gay, then?" Roxas looked to her, fiddling with his wristband again. His thoughts were nearly pointless by now; similar to a squirrel trying to reach a birdfeeder when it's a few feet from the tree--too many jumps and not enough thought process.

"'Gay' is simply what other say about that. 'Gay' is a stereotype; men talking like women and dressing oddly. But there are guys, like yourself, who have simply found that they love another male. That's it," Olette finished, glancing to him.

"Okay, when I understand what you just said, I'll let you know," Roxas agreed finally, eyes shut in confusion.

"You're not gay, you just are in love with Axel. Nothing more to it, that's all," she rolled her eyes, summing it up.

"Now why couldn't you have just said that in the first place?" Roxas demanded playfully, feeling a bit better now that things had (somewhat) been explained. "So I take it you're still my friend?" he asked hesitantly.

"I'm always your friend, Roxas," Olette smiled, before her smile widened and she added, "you know, now that you're gay, we're going to have to go shopping sometime at the mall and judge each other's taste in guys."

"Olette!" Roxas yelped, blushing furiously, "what're you saying? We just--"

She giggled, cutting him off. "I'm kidding, just kidding," she waved her hand, putting it over her heart, "I swear. Though about your taste in guys…"

Roxas eyed her suspiciously, still blushing. "What about him?" he asked, folding his arms in mock-anger.

"All I'm saying is you have pretty good taste. Axel's not too bad looking. Though he could do with a little more weight, you know?" Olette took a furtive glance at Roxas' expression and burst out laughing. "What? It's true!"

"Not funny, not funny!" Roxas yelled, thumping her gently on the shoulder. "Very not funny! That was just low, I'm sorry," he shook his head, letting loose a snort of laughter. "But you're right, it is true; Axel's way skinny." Though he spoke as if he was to terms with it, having been told by Olette that he was in love with Axel was still unsettling; it'd take quite a while to get 'used' to it.

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A banging on the apartment door woke Axel for the second time in as many days to find himself in Demyx's arms. "Woah, we've gotta stop doing that," he laughed, flicking Demyx's nose affectionately. "One day, somebody's going to walk in and wonder just what the hell was going on." Throwing the blanket off himself, he leapt up, wavering on his feet for a moment as his head went light from the sudden rising, before he padded to the door. Opening it, he grinned widely as he recognized most of his friends.

Marluxia and Zexion were at the front, the brunette having been the one to his the door. Marluxia grinned back at Axel, waving happily. "Hi, Axel! How're you feeling? Feeling any better?" he asked as he walked in, dragging Zexion after him.

"He wasn't sick, just suspended," the blue-haired teen pointed out bluntly, following his partner into the living room, where Demyx greeted them.

Xemnas yawned softly as he seemed to glide after the first two, looking around. "Enjoy your first day off?"

Axel nodded to all the questions. "Everything's good!" he answered cheerfully, taking stock of where everyone was. Marluxia was sitting on the arm of the couch, rapidly changing the channels, Zexion leaning against the back of the furniture, watching. Demyx had made his way to the pyro's side, where he grinned spastically. Xemnas flopped onto the couch, folding his arms.

Those were the friends who went to school with him, but a few others had either dropped out or were out of school age-wise already, but still kept in contact with the rest. That group of friends included Vexen and Larxene.

Vexen entered, mumbling something along the lines of, "can't stay for too long, I have experiments to tend to at home." Axel arched an eyebrow at this, shaking his head before turning to Larxene, hands on his hips as he faced her, grinning.

"You planning on letting me in?" Larxene asked, putting her book into the bag at her side. She mimicked the other's pose, sticking her tongue out at him.

Axel laughed, sticking his own tongue out before stepping aside for his friend, "of course. Why wouldn't I let you in?"

As she passed him, she poked his cheek, "put some weight on, kid," before sitting on the couch in between Vexen and Marluxia, Zexion standing behind her and Xemnas on her far right.

Axel rolled his eyes; how many times in the past few days had he gotten the 'you're too skinny' comment? "Well, now that you've taken over my couch, where I was trying to rest, where'm I supposed to sit?" he demanded mischievously, hands still on his hips as he faced them.

"God, Axel, you're flaming right now; stop it," Larxene rolled her eyes at him, before looking back to the television screen. "Tone down the gayness factor, will ya?"

With a grin, Axel pointed to the screen as Marluxia clicked through the channels, making him pause. "My god, look, it's my totally favorite show, girlfriend!" he cheered, talking to Larxene. "I mean, the guys on there are so yummy. How could I do without?" He finished, putting the back of his hand to his forehead, falling back as if fainting, where he was caught by Demyx.

Larxene blinked at him before grabbing the clicker from Marluxia, who had stopped changing the channels, as he apparently liked 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy', grumbling, "I am so not watching this. This is for gay guys who have absolutely nothing to do."

"Exactly! So let's watch it! Me and 'luxia have no lives, and we're both gay, or at least, I think we are," Axel grinned, still only half standing as Demyx simply stood there, holding his friend up.

"No, how about let's not," Larxene answered, changing the channel. In time, she managed to get back to USA Network, where the 'House' marathon was still on. When she reached that station, she set the clicker down, all seven of the teens watching the screen.

"Oh, yeah, I was watching this earlier," Axel smiled, before his eyes widened at the screen. "Holy shit, that guy's eyeball just exploded all over the place!" he yelled, which mingled with Demyx's involuntary yelp, and Marluxia's shriek as he clung to Zexion.

The 'exploding eyeball' got all of them focused on the screen. Demyx sat down on the ground, back against the foot of the couch, Axel sprawled half in and half out of his lap.

"Fuck," Axel murmured after a good 10 minutes of watching. "Did that guy's…?"

"Yeah, it did," Demyx nodded, just as shocked as his friend. He glanced over to Axel, who's eyes were huge. Then the pyro spoke again.

"His dick just exploded."

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When the marathon finished (the exploding body parts got them all hooked), at around 10 that night, all of the others left, except for Demyx.

Demyx picked his backpack up, motioning for Axel to follow. "C'mon, we're going, Axel. Get dressed." Beckoning to his friend, he sighed, rolling his eyes as Axel stared at him blankly. "We're getting you food, now get dressed, you can't go out in public like that."

"It's 10 o'clock!" the younger protested, but went into his room to put actual clothes on. When he came out, he had his sweatshirt on, the hood pulled up over his head, and black slacks on that almost completely covered the navy blue flip-flops he was wearing. "Where're we going?" he asked, padding after Demyx, shoes clapping on the steps as the pair walked down.

"Tom Thumb," was all Demyx answered, grabbing his friend's hand impulsively as Axel nearly walked onto the highway while yawning. "Watch where you're going!" he hissed, heart racing.

Axel's eyes widened as he nodded. "Thanks." Somehow, the bumbling pair managed to cross the highway by using the crosswalk, getting to the grocery store. They entered, attracting only a few odd looks, mainly from the other customers, of which there were few.

The musician ignored them, leading the other through the aisles after grabbing a shopping cart. "Axel, what do you eat aside from melting ice cream when you're at home?" he asked; sadly, he had never really seen the red-head eat, and thus didn't know what he liked.

"Err…" Axel answered, looking about, noticing they were in the cereal aisle. "Cereal?" he looked about, knowing that didn't help his friend very much. "Frosted Flakes!" the pyro snagged a box and tossed it into the cart, before trotting after Demyx.

"Sugar; should I be surprised, skinny-boy?" remarked Demyx, rolling his eyes. "Let's see if we can get you something relatively healthy, so people'll stop thinking you're anorexic, hmm?"

Axel made a face at the anorexic comment, but still followed his friend. "Demyx," Axel called in a sing-song voice, "why're you doing this?" Catching up, he grabbed a few pills from his pocket, downing them easily. With that, he leapt up onto the back of the cart to get a free ride, giggling as the drugs took their effect.

"Because you're a druggie who, for some reason, can't do anything for himself, including buy groceries. So that's what I'm doing," Demyx answered with a grin at his friend's antics, grabbing a few boxes from the shelf.

"Aww, that's sweet," the smaller teen answered with a laugh, before jumping back off the cart with nimbleness unexpected of the undernourished teen. Taking a red box out of his pocket, he began to flip it open and shut, a flame flickering up each time he opened it. The pyro stared almost dazedly at the fire, before snapping it shut and slipping it back into whatever pocket it came from.

"Not in public, Axel," the calmer (at the moment) of the two admonished dryly, taking the cart to the Express Lane checkout, where he began to put the items on the counter. As they were rung up, he relaxed, letting Axel read a magazine, 'The National Inquirer'. "Axe," he began, using one of the teen's nicknames, looking over his shoulder to read a heading. "Why're you reading that?"

"'cause it's funny," Axel answered, as if it was obvious. He continued to read the magazine until they were through checking out, when he replaced it on the rack, following Demyx, who was carrying the bags. As they walked across the parking lot, Axel seemed to space, a pale hand twitching slightly. Even in that state he managed to cross the street safely, without having to have Demyx snatch his hand and drag him to safety.

The incompetent duo made it back to Axel's apartment, where the younger and shorter of the pair unlocked the door, letting the bag-carrying musician in. Demyx set the bags down with a groan, collapsing into a chair. "Axel, you want to put the stuff away?"

"'The stuff'?" Axel laughed, grinning as he made his way to the bags. He said nothing more as he put them away. Finishing, he threw a blanket over his friend before making sure to go to his room, where he fell into bed to sleep.