A/N: Inspi' song: Left Behind by Aqualung
Eight Weeks into Living
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
--Cristopher Morley (1890 - 1957)
The third time they met, it was secret, quiet, and confessional.
How long have you know Demyx? They were out in the courtyard, bare toes and fingers laced in the cool grass.
"Since I came to the uni. What about you?" Roxas leaned back on his arms and smiled at the sky.
I met him in tenth grade. You know that stupid hairdo he's got? I thought it was the tightest thing ever. They laughed until he glanced at Axel from the corner of his eyes, concentrated soul-blue. It's funny, though, how he doesn't really know me.
"He thinks I'm a constant junky."
But you're not.
"And neither are you." Then his arms are full of Roxas, and he was breathing, and whispering in Axel's ear, Can you keep a secret?
After that "Axel"Roxas was Roxas's"Axel's".
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