Aha. Here's where the fun happens. This was a thing I had planned from the start. I hope you like it.

Chapter 3

Axel has always thrown parties. The one party that everyone looked forward to was the "Two-weeks-left-party" party. If anyone didn't get drunk at parties and could only get drunk at one party, this was it.

I've always heard about them, that people do crazy things. Demyx always talked about them and about how drunk he got and how Zexion would hold back his mullet as he vomited.

I was only going because Sora wanted to check it out and Naminé hadn't sent me a good morning text or a call for a week or so. I had barely even seen her all break. Sora was usually with Riku, so it wasn't his fault.

I have never actually gotten drunk before. I sat on Axel's couch with my fourth cooler in hand as I chatted with Marluxia thinking 'Why the hell did I come anyway'. He had a white rose in his hair for some reason.

I could only wrap my mind around the fact that it was a good thing Naminé wasn't here because I was drunk as hell. He listened to my relationship issues. A smile broke out on his face before he whispered something in my ear.

"Talk to Axel."

My stomach flipped when he said that name. Though I just decided it was the three coolers that had downed over the last two hours. Getting up I had decided to walk to the washroom… well stagger.

It was just a nervous spell . . . wait, I was nervous? Why the hell am I nervous? It's just Axel my best friend... my sexy best friend with gorgeous green eyes, hair like flames, and a sweet ass.

Great, now I think my best friend is sexy, when had I stared at his ass anyways? I looked in the mirror before leaning down to splash some cool water from the tap onto my face.

Why am I being such a chicken-poop? It's impossible to be in love with him. When I had calmed a bit I dried my face with a face cloth.

A knock on the door stirred me from my thoughts.

"Yo Roxy, get out! Zexy's gonna spew chunks all over the place if you don't get out." It was Demyx. Only he'd call me Roxy, wait Axel does too. But he's with Zexion, so it's Demyx for sure. Oh well. Opening the door I decided to dash out to find Axel before I chicken out once more.

Finding Axel was not that hard, considering he was on the same couch that I had spoke to Marluxia on. I made my way over, trying to look somewhat sober. I sat down next to him. He smiled, one of the smiled that made my heart skip a beat and my stomach churn.

"Hey Roxy," He seemed to… purr? I just returned the smile with one of my own. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah!" I spoke to quickly, too enthusiastic, too squeaky for my liking. I added, "I mean it's pretty awesome."

Was Axel's face getting closer? Or was it just the drinks getting to me? Now his lips were dangerously close to mine. "I knew you would. You're so damn cute." He had said before sealing the space between us with a kiss on my lips. My heart was pounding in my ears. Did he just... kiss me? He pulled out of the kiss, but our lips were still very close.

"You didn't like it, did you?" He asked gently with the hurt in his eyes. He wasn't drunk; in fact he was probably the most sober there. I felt a twinge of guilt because I loved it. Sure Naminé was a good kisser and all, but this had sent jolts of thrill down my spine.

My reply was to wrap my arms around his neck and initiate another kiss. We fought for dominance; Axel won, I didn't care. It was electrifying, exciting, better than anything from Naminé.

Glass shattering on the wood-like floor broke us from our trance. I looked over and saw Naminé with a terrified face and the broken brown coloured glass from a root beer bottle. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I knew it." She murmured as she rushed to the door to grab her light blue sweater. She hastily put it on as she slid on her matching shoes. I got up to stop her, so I could explain.

"Naminé, I ca—"I was interrupted by a hand that beckoned silence.

"Look Roxas, as much as I like you, this is not going to work. Why can't you see what everyone else sees?" She asked as her eyes searched mine. That moment my damn emotion of guilt was stabbing at my stomach.

"But…" My sentence got lost on the delivery.

"We'll talk tomorrow when you're sober. See you Axel, Roxas." She had opened the door to leave, and I just watched her leave. My stomach was aching again. The drinks were catching up with me. I looked at Axel, and he knew.

"Come on Roxas, I don't need to be cleaning up the bottle and your vomit." He led me up the stairs to his personal bathroom. He stood behind me as I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl. Axel handed me a damp face cloth to wipe my face.

"Go sit in my room while I end the party and clean up." He ordered.

"I shush help." I insisted. I don't think my words were coming out how I wanted them to.

"No Roxas, go sit down in my room, besides I can't have Gram made at me for sending you home drunk." Axel's eyes hardened. I nodded and started going to his room. I walked into something, or someone.

It was Axel's older brother, Reno. They were a lot alike; Axel told me he looks up to him. I've only seen him a few times; Reno is attached to his job.

"Hey, Roxas watch where you're going." He said as he started going down stairs. I nodded dumbly as I walked into Axel's room and flopped down onto the queen sized bed.

. . . . .

"What the hell happened down here?" Someone asked. I immediately recognized the voice that of my older brother, Reno. He probably came down to see what the noise was about.

There was no doubt in my mind that he saw the broken glass on the floor and the lack of people that I had ushered out not even five minutes before.

Not that it was a huge party, that's not my style. It was just close friends and Luxord. I just invited him so he could bring his poker games and more booze since he was legal age.

"Just kissing Naminé's drunken boyfriend, her walking in and dropping her root beer. You know; the fun stuff." I said dryly as I continued to clean up, not even bothering to look up. My brother decided to help out, for reasons unknown.

"Ah, stealing a woman's man are you?" He asked as he pulled out a plastic popcorn tub with the latest 'Keyblade Wielders' movie ad on it, left over from two weeks earlier; the beginning of summer break when I had gone with Demyx and Zexion on their date because Demyx was nervous.

Pouring the half full bottles into the tub was what Reno was working on. "Ah, it's midnight. Good thing this is wrapped up, I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow."

"Your girlfriend or your job?" I asked not really expecting him to laugh.

"Both. Axel, never, ever get a girlfriend." That was his reply to my question. A smirk had worked its way onto my lips.

"No problems there. Girl's aren't my style."

"Right, I forgot. You have a thing for guys… guys that have girlfriends."

"I liked him long before he even started dating her, and you know that." I told him. He just nodded his head and continued cleaning up with me without talking as much. Five minutes later the house was presentable and Reno had gone to bed. It was about time I went to bed.

. . . . .

"Sora hunny, there is something we need to tell you." Gran had a frown upon her face. That couldn't have been good. Her eyes were also puffy. "It's about your parents."

When she said that, it felt as if my heart stopped beating. The next sentence couldn't have been good. No way in hell. I just gulped and nodded my head. The sun from the kitchen was hurting my eyes. I was just getting back from Riku's place.

"Come sit down dear," She said as she patted the couch for Riku and me to sit down. Her voice was unsteady. She'd been crying. "Your mother and father were in a car accident. We don't know every detail, but your father was killed instantly and your mother is in the hospital."

Something just didn't click in my mind. They were supposed to be here. They were supposed to actually feed me. They were supposed to say that they can't talk because they are busy with work. They were supposed to be coming home. Something was telling me that they'd be home for dinner tonight.

Riku put his hand on my back. Somehow it pissed me off and I swatted away his hand. "Don't touch me." My vision was getting blurry. I pulled his hand off and got up.

The phone started ringing, and my gut was telling me that it couldn't be good. I ran up the stairs to my room. My dad couldn't be dead and my mom shouldn't be dying. It was getting really scary. My grade seven wish was becoming a reality, and that scared the shit out of me.

My head still hurt a bit from the previous night. Luckily Axel lent me his shower so that I didn't have to talk to Naminé smelling like vomit and alcohol. Though I couldn't remember much after talking with Marluxia, I did remember kissing Axel.

He filled me in after my shower. It must've been noon by now, and Naminé hadn't called or sent me a text. Not wanting to actually call her, I sent a text asking where we should meet.

My heart was sitting in my stomach. Something bad was happening. It felt as if I were going to through up again. The tune of the theme song for "The Cloaked Schemer" went off on my phone; a text from Naminé. I looked at Axel, and he gave a nod of the head. I walked out the door to meet her at the Sandlot.

When I arrived she was sitting on a bench. Her blond hair sort of glowed in the sunlight. Her Blue eyes held a look of determination and sadness.

I caused her pain. That struck my heart like an arrow.

"Sorry Roxas, it's just not working out between us." Naminé said as she looked into my eyes and her smaller hands were on top of mine. Was she breaking up with me? "I think it would be best if we went our own ways. Let's face it. You are gay, you like Axel."

Then it hit me like a sack of bricks. I was gay and Axel was gay. There was an awkward silence between us. I was at a loss for words.

"I just hoped it wouldn't have happened like it did. Let's be friends." Naminé was smiling as she held out her hand for me to shake. I numbly did so.

"Uh, okay." That was all I could come up with; this being a total shocker to me and her being so blunt. "Wait how long did you know before I knew?"

"A long time but I have to go, my mom needs my help. I'll see you around, okay?" Naminé left me sitting alone at the bench.

"Sora come out!" The pounding on the door was just about enough to make me give in. I was refusing; hiding under my covers all the while sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

The phone call had been the hospital telling us that my mother passed away as well. They were supposed to be at work leaving me in the care of the illegal immigrant who taught me Spanish or German.

Not even Riku could make me come out. Not now, not in twenty minutes, not for a long time.

"Sora please?" It was Riku. They were getting closer to making me crack. The super natural force hates me. I know it.

"What's going on?" A clueless Roxas was now outside of my door. Riku explained what happened. Footsteps were padding down the hall.

All of a sudden the door connecting to Roxas's room burst open and Roxas came to sit down next to me. Somehow over the short time that I'd been here, we had developed some sort of brotherly bond.

It was instinct for me to finally crawl out from under the blankets to put my head on his lap.

"It's just not fair." I sobbed as he ran his hand through my hair. "They were never home. They never got to know me."

"At least you got to meet them." Roxas said as he forced me to sit up and look at him.

"What do you mean?" I was just so confused. What did Roxas mean?

"Sora, they were my parents too."

Then it hit me like a crate of poupu fruit.

Dundun duhhh.

This is where the story concludes in my project. But, I may have a real ending in the future.

-Self Pity Party.