AN/ This chapter is still in timeline of chapter 3-5

I die for you.

Chapter Six.

The loud music was steadily getting subdued inside the large residency as they walked away from it. The whiffs of cigarettes and booze were dissipating to be replaced to that of freshly cut grass in the latest hours of the night. Jazz looked down to the shadows that were interpolated by the lampposts that kept the wealthy neighborhood alive.

Aksel's arm was still keeping Jazz near in a side hug as they quietly strode their way further away from the distinctively strobing party-lights. Jazz' brows furrowed as yet another glacial waft of wind made him shiver.

Aksel peered to his side and smiled, he withdrew his arm from around Jazz' shoulders and stopped walking, making Jazz question him as he stripped out of his large sweater "What's the matt-" He was silenced by the obvious gesture of having Aksel's sweater placed on top of his shoulder.

"You are welcome."

Jazz stubbornly pouted "That's so ridiculously cliché."

"I know but you are cold."

"Yeah," Jazz sighed as he slipped his arms inside the oversized sleeves, he then flipped the hoodie over his head and fastened up the zipper all the way up, securing himself inside the cottony and cozy garment "and I appreciate it really."

Aksel grinned, "It's nothing."

Jazz finally placed both his hands inside the sweater's frontal pockets "Is that something you do often?" Jazz questioned as they started walking again. The wind seemed to announce a storm rather than the fall's breeze that everyone in town awaited.

Aksel's arms stretched slightly down to grab Jazz' waist, he pulled him near for yet another side hug that could allow them to walk on peaceably "Do what often?"

"Give up your hoodies to your friends, because I'm keeping it."

"If you want to." Aksel shrugged tranquilly, "I really don't mind it."

"Hope that makes me special."

"It does in a way." Aksel confessed with a smile, "I guess I don't usually see anyone get too comfortable around me. Sadly, not enough to want to keep anything from me at least. So I'm glad you want to keep it."

"Oh, is that it?" Jazz inquired.

"Yeah," Aksel nodded, "I'm just this guy people don't usually think they know enough. Or at least, they never think they get to know fully. People just don't ever anticipate anything good from me, let alone ask me to. Even if I'd love to." He winced gloomily, "If that makes sense."

"It does." Jazz reassured him, "You mean that you are always unpredictable even to your friends?"

"Too unpredictable to get used to." Aksel sighed dejectedly "At least they lack the confidence that I'll react positively to their requests. I think I make people uncomfortable and apprehensive even if they call me a friend."

"Well, screw them." Jazz pursed his lips, "I certainly feel comfortable with you, so that's that."

"Is that true?" Aksel beamed happily.

Jazz shrugged simply, "Yes." He continued after a pause, "That happens to me a lot too. So I guess I know where you are coming from."

…

Aksel unexpectedly brought Jazz' tinier body closer, making it impossible for them to keep walking, "Thank you!" he snuggled his face close to Jazz' red cheek, "Now you know you can have whatever that's mine."

"Yes."

"Whenever you want!"

"Okay."

"Whatever it is!"

"Fine."

"However you like!"

"…Aksel."

Stars were gleaming inside his clear eyes. "What?"

"…Let go of me."

…

"No." Aksel tightened the hug, "Expect for space. You can't have that when you smell this good-"

"Jazz, where are you going."

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