I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT. But if I did… every day would be AkuRoku day. 'Cause with me, it is. :D

When the storm started to get heavier, Sora, Demyx and I decided to play some video games. I asked Sora which he wanted to play, since he was the guest. He quickly chose "Super Smash Mario Bros", claiming that it was his favorite.

After we played for a little, Demyx demanded that we stop, just because he was bored. I swear that kid has the attention span of a… well, a Demyx.

Sora agreed, politely saying that he'd also wanted to do something else. We decided to play a game of "Truth", where you ask someone a question and they must answer it completely truthfully. It's like Truth or Dare, minus the dare part, of course. We didn't let Demyx play Truth or Dare anymore. He just thinks of stupid things for people to do, they're not even funny to watch. He would say something like, "Okay, you have to stare at a wall for five minutes straight without blinking!" I mean, really, who would want to watch someone stare at a wall?

Apparently Demyx.

We slowly migrated to the kitchen, where I poured both he and Demyx glasses of more Coke and pulled out a jumbo bag of spicy Doritos for myself. I offered the bag to him, but he declined. "Okay, Blondie. You first." Ignoring the glare shot my way, I continued. "Hm… What's your favorite color?" I grinned at his look of disbelief.

"…Seriously?"

"Seriously." He gave me another incredulous look, but then actually thought about the question.

"Um…" He looked at me for a minute, then looked away. "I'd have to say green. Bright green."

I smirked at him. "Took you long enough." He huffed at that, turning a little pink. Absolutely adorable.

"Well, Mr. I-Can-Answer-Hard-Questions-Faster-Than-You, what's your favorite?" I thought about it for a minute.

As I was pondering, Demyx announced, "Well, I'm bored, so I'm just gonna go check the weather, 'kay?" Without waiting for our response, he edged his way out of the room.

I finally answered, "I guess I'd have to go with bright blue. Kinda like your eyes." I froze, not meaning to say the last part out loud. "Um..." I stammered. His face was tinged with pink, but he seemed to not let it bother him. He attempted to change the subject.

"Really? I would've thought your favorite color is red." When I gave him a confused look, he simply pointed to my hair. I chuckled.

"This? This is real," I replied with a lopsided grin.

"It so isn't." He looked at me, as if he was almost trying to challenging me.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

I gave him an evil grin. "I'll prove it."

I don't think I've ever seen anyone's eyes get the size of dinner plates before, but I can honestly say now that I've come pretty close. He practically shrieked when I stood up, pulling up part of my shirt in the process. He covered his face in his hands.

"No! Um, no thanks, I'm fine, I believe you, I'm sorry…"I could see his face was bright red, peeking out from between his fingers. Poor kid. I should probably stop picking on him.

"Um… I don't mean to interrupt, but…" I turned to see Demyx in the doorway, his mouth a little open. I hastily pulled my shirt back down, and Sora took his hands from his face, the red still covering his face all the way to his blonde little roots.

"No, it's fine. What's up?" Sora adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses in a sort of nervous-habit way.

"Well, I was checking the weather, and apparently there's a hurricane coming our way, so the nice weather lady that I met once in a store- by the way, she is really nice- advised us to stay in our homes for a few days… Which mean Sora's gonna be staying with us." I looked to the kid in question; he was already pulling his phone out.

"Would you guys mind if I stayed here? I mean, I don't want to be a bother, but it doesn't look like I could go out safely. I mean, I totally understand if you guys don't want me to-"

"No! It's fine!" Demyx and I said simultaneously. He gave us both a grateful look in turn, then politely excused himself to go call someone. He came back quickly, subconsciously putting his phone on the counter.

"Sorry, didn't want my family waiting up." He explained. "I live with my parents and my twin brother for the summer, but I'm starting college next year, so it won't be very long." We talk about ourselves for a little while longer, until Sora asked, "Um, just wondering, but could I use your bathroom?" Demyx volunteered to go and show him where it was, so I just took out my phone and began to text Marly, just as Larx and Zexy got home.

"Hey guys!" I shouted to them and they exhaustedly came into the kitchen to get some food. I went back to texting.

Hey! You okay?

It only took a minute of two for him to text me back.

Yep. Nami's house.

Ooh. "Catching up"?

Oh yes. She feels we haven't "connected" in a while, so she invited me over to "talk". :D

Making up for lost time?

Hell yeah.

Kay. Have fun. :]

I grinned and put the phone down, leaving them to their business together. Just as I did, Larx asked, "Where's Marles?"

"Oh, he's at Namine's house. They felt like they needed to talk." She gave me an evil grin, and I knew she understood.

"Okay, then," she replied, still digging through the fridge. After a minute or two, she let out a howl of frustration. "Do we not have anything good in this house?" I shrugged. Suddenly, I heard a sad little tune coming from Sora's phone. I stared at it, unsure of what to do.

"Aren't you gonna answer that?" The blonde girl chirped. Hesitantly, I picked it up and answered, looking at the caller ID. Weirdly enough, it said 'Sora'. A little unnerved, I pressed the 'CALL' button and took a deep breath.

"Hello?"

A voice suddenly flooded me with questions. "Um... Rox? Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you staying for the storm?"

"No, sorry. I'm a friend of his, he's staying at my house for the storm. But what did you mean by 'Rox'?"

"Silly, I'm talking about Roxas. This is his number, unless you're some random creepy guy who picked up this phone off of the street or something!" He laughed, but then he sounded serious. "You aren't a random guy who picked up this phone off of the street, are you?"

I laughed, playing along, even though I was incredibly confused. "Haha, no. Um… Roxas…" At the perfect moment, Demyx came back in, grinning widely, with Roxas trailing behind him, a polite smile.

"Back where we started, again! And this is the kitchen, obviously." 'Sora' noticed I was holding his phone, and his eyes widened a little bit.

"Anyway," I said to the 'Sora' on the phone, "Here's… Roxas…" The blonde looked at me with wide eyes again, then hesitantly took the phone from my outstretched hand. He stepped out of the kitchen and into the visible part of the hallway, as if needing a little privacy. I watched him unwaveringly until he finished his conversation. He came back in the room with a slightly scared look on his face. I walked over to him with an angry look on my face, and he positively cowered at the sight of it.

"So… Roxas… When did you change your name?" I asked, trying to keep my cool about some random guy who we even invited into our home who had lied to us about his name... I mean, what does that even have to do with anything?

Wait.

How was that name familiar? I know I've heard it somewhere. Having completely forgotten about my anger, I asked plainly, "Why did you have to lie about your name to us?"

Demyx said excitedly, "Are you, like, some sort of undercover spy out to get Axel?" For a moment, both the blonde and I looked at him incredulously in a similar fashion. "What?" he asked. We both ignored him.

"Um… To be honest… I thought my ex was out to get me," he laughed a bit uncertainly. "'Cause, I guess I mistook you for someone else. Ever heard of the Avengers?" Demy opened his mouth to say something, but I glared at him and shut him up quickly. I nodded. Roxas continued, "Well, I thought… that you guys were the Avengers… that my ex had sent you after me. She's kind of psycho, if you know what I mean. I tried to part on good terms, but she wouldn't listen. We weren't ever really a couple anyway, or we weren't supposed to be." This was the most I'd heard him talk all evening. I stared at him, a little astonished.

"You weren't… supposed to be a couple?" Soon, he seemed to be pouring his heart out to us, as if he'd been holding back forever. He looked so real now, but so sad and broken.

"Y-Yeah… See, she was my best friend, and… she was helping me. Um… I'm gay." Shocked, I just stared. This guy trusted us this much to tell us? "She was my 'beard' throughout almost all of my high school years, even though she didn't go to school with me. So I asked her to do something for me, to meet my parents one or twice and pretend to be my girlfriend. She was great and played the part perfectly. So, she asked me to do the same thing for her parents. We did, and apparently I got drunk that night. She claimed the next morning we had had sex, although I found out later we hadn't. But anyway, she claimed that she was pregnant soon after. I can't believe I didn't see the signs. She lied and forced me to stay with her for another 9 plus months. But the…" He stopped and took a deep breath.

"The real zinger is that she stole someone else's child and pretended it was hers. Like I said, crazy. It wasn't even the right age. She insisted I stay home when she went into "labor" and went to the doctor's, but instead went into a store and stole a child from a mother's cart. She didn't even get caught until much later. I mean, I was seventeen and naïve. I didn't know how life worked or what I was supposed to do, she just told me. I assumed that it was my child, and I had accidentally knocked her up. I was stupid, and she ruined my life because of it." He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"I'm sorry I lied. I was scared. I had just gotten my life back, and I didn't want it taken away again. Just, both of you, promise me you'll stay away from her if you ever meet her. She seems sweet at first, but she isn't." He started to shake a little, and I worriedly put my arm over his shoulders and led him to the couch and sat him down.

"What's her name?" Demyx asked carefully, as if trying not to upset the poor boy after all he'd been through.

After taking a shaky breath, Roxas answered, "Well, I don't know for sure, because she lied to me about everything, but I could never forget her name. Xion Evans."

Holla: HAHAHA. YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO WRITE NAMINE'S NAME, DIDN'T YOU? Well, I didn't. I'm not that obvious. :D I'll just have to keep you guessing.

Axel: Sorry, I have to apologize for her. She's a bit too hyper off of no sleep-

Holla: I FINISHED IT JUST FOR YOU MY LOVERLIES!

Axel: -because she's been trying to finish this chapter because she felt so bad for leaving this story for so long, all by itself.

Holla: AHAHAHAHA. *rolls on the ground, laughing hysterically*

Axel: Uh… yeah… I should get her to bed. *picks her up and carries her quickly to her room, then returns*

Roxas: Holla doesn't own anything worthwhile! C:

Axel: …You're so cute. :D You know, while Holla's asleep, we could-

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