A/N: Just a quick chapter four. Sorry that it's so short.

Chapter 4

Roxas was going crazy. Again. And it was all Axel's fault. And the bastard wasn't even there. He grimaced at the idea. Axel didn't even have to be there in order to torment him. Fiend. He was no boyfriend of Roxas'; the blonde would make sure of that the next time he saw the redhead. No he wouldn't, but he felt better thinking it.

Sighing, Roxas mentally berated himself for getting distracted. Axel probably wasn't doing anything at all, and if he was, it wasn't Roxas' concern. He was supposed to by studying, damn it! 'Now concentrate!'

Forcing his eyes back to the page in front of him, Roxas was determined to prove his obnoxious lover wrong. He might have forgiven him for the library – he grinned at the memory – but he refused to give Axel the satisfaction of being correct twice in one week. Still, maybe he could call him, just to make sure that the pyromaniac wasn't burning down Hollow Bastion. He eyed the phone before silently cursing, turning back to the notes spread across his desk.

The sudden ringing of the phone caused the blonde to jump slightly, and he glared at the evil contraption, refusing to pick it up. Listening to the beep of the answering machine, Roxas relaxed as Axel's voice filled the house. At least he hadn't destroyed a planet yet.

"Hey, just calling to see how the studying is going," he stated, a hint of smugness in his voice. 'Fuck you,' Roxas thought vindictively. "Why don't you call me when you're ready for a study break?" With a click, Axel hung up and Roxas glared spitefully at his machine, watching as the light flashed, signaling a new message. Axel was purposely baiting him. Bastard.

"I hate you," he whispered, refusing to concede defeat. Giving the machine one more good glare, Roxas tried to concentrate on his work. His mind, however, had other ideas. It was busy running over every conceivable scenario of what Axel could be doing right now.

Glancing desperately at the phone, Roxas could swear that the damn thing had moved closer of its own accord. Grabbing the receiver, Roxas dialed in Axel's number, letting the phone ring once before slamming it down, pissed at himself. He could study just fine without the redhead, and damn the man for making him believe otherwise.

Still aggravated at himself and Axel, Roxas started fidgeting. He needed something that would compete for his attention as he tried to study. Fidgeting wasn't working so Roxas flipped the TV on, turning the volume to the level Axel spoke at. Feeling somewhat comforted by the background noise, Roxas returned to his task. But it wasn't the same.

Sighing in frustration, the blonde turned off the TV as he stood up. Carelessly throwing the remote on the couch, he spared a glance at the clock. He had wasted an hour with only a sparse perusal of his notes. Cursing himself inwardly, Roxas decided to take a walk. Fresh air and a change of scenery would help him clear his head and ease his studying.

Walking to the door, he checked the thermostat. It was cold outside, but not enough to warrant more than a light jacket. Fall was coming late this year. It was already November but the leaves refused to fall from the trees. Opening the closet door, Roxas grabbed a coat. Pulling it on, he yanked open the front door, nearly barreling into his boyfriend.

"Concede to me?" he asked, lopsided grin in place.

"Don't I always?" Roxas muttered, rolling his eyes. Axel shrugged, still grinning at the smaller blonde.

"Do I get my prize?"

"Depends, are you gonna pay for my dinner?" Axel laughed.

"How much are you going to cost me?" he shot back. "You can get pretty expensive."

"For as much grief as you cause me, I'm not that bad. And I'm worth it," he stated, an eyebrow raised, as if challenging Axel to deny it. Axel laughed again but didn't argue. Who could argue with the truth?

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