The strangest things inspire me to work on fanfiction. I was reading some good 'ole South Park fics, but soon got really annoyed with how immature or unsatisfying the writing in most of the ones I found was, so I decided to go back and re-watch some of my favorite episodes from the earlier seasons…. And a few hours later I'm putting up a new chapter that has NOTHING to do with South Park. I may question it, but I'm not silly enough to expect answers. BAH. Hope you enjoy, R&R plz!
P.S. I was too lazy to edit this, so lets just hope my grammar and whatnot don't suffer too greatly because of that. You've been warned!
After a short time, Roxas convinced his legs to push the rest of his body into an upright position, daring to take the next few steps into the room before he could see past the out-cropping of closet wall that served as one side of a mini hallway in their dorm room.
Larxene was waiting for him, of course. An eloquent, yet knowing look on her face as she eyed him walking into the room. 'Coward' she seemed to silently label him. Before he could produce a coherent thought, Larxene turned away, chuckling into the phone he'd only just noticed in her hand. "Yup, it was him. He's sulking over something, but it looks like he came out of their first date unscathed."
Roxas blinked dumbly as Larxene threw a mocking wink over her shoulder. Who the hell was she talking to? About him none the less?
"Sure, Namine, I'll tell him"
-Brief pause-
"Of course! Call me whenever you feel like it. You have my number now so don't hesitate to use it."
Roxas' mind reeled in what he couldn't really describe as any other emotion than dread. Larxene, his roommate and trusted holder of his secret, and Namine, his twin sister who knew virtually EVERYTHING about him (not to mention she'd talked him into cross-dressing too attend all girls academy), were obviously not a good combination for his well being. They were up to no good. Surely, if he were struck by lightning tomorrow and really did turn into a girl this phone call between his sister and his best friend would be to blame.
He couldn't really feel his face anymore by the time Larxene had finished 'good-bye-ing' and hung up her cell phone, casually slipping it into her pocket and turning to face him. He wanted to frown, but wasn't sure it would look anything short of ridiculous.
Larxene's ever-suspicious smirk was tugging at the corner of her lips yet again. She was plotting, but damn it all, he wanted to know what! So he asked a simple question, "Larxene, why were you talking to my sister?"
Larxene rolled her eyes, possibly trying to shrug off the tension in the room, and ignored his question asking, "Why are you back so late, Rox?" Her eyes were amused. He could see that much. But for the life of him, he didn't have an answer to that question.
She took an intimidating step forward, lifting the hem of the jacket Roxas was still wearing as if inspecting it, and smiled condescendingly, "Having too much fun to come home at a reasonable hour?"
Maybe it was the attention she'd drawn to Axel's jacket, but a fog seemed to lift from Roxas' brain, and he was confident that he could frown satisfactorily, not to mention shoot Larxene a heated glare, so he did as much. "Don't," warned the shorter boy, stepping out of her reach and reaching a hand over his head to pull off the wig, shaking free his crazy blonde spikes, "and I asked you first, so shoot."
The taller girl was picturesque of a model while she pouted her lips modestly and shrugged her slim shoulders, "Fine, your sister called me looking for you – you weren't answering your cell so she got worried. When I told her you had a hot date she flipped quite a big one, so I calmed her down and then… well, we talked."
Roxas had hung up his wig the bedpost it belonged and slid out of the leather jacket, tossing it meaninglessly into a corner. He cursed under his breath. He'd forgotten to tell Namine about Axel, but then again he wasn't sure he'd have to – he wouldn't have had this stayed a game. But he wasn't sure what the rules were anymore.
"Well thanks for that, I guess. But what does that mean? Are you guys all buddy-buddy now or what?" Roxas continued to undress and slip into bedclothes, occasionally darting in and out of the bathroom as Larxene talked.
"Don't worry, you're still my favorite little blonde… for now at least," Roxas scoffed from the bathroom, sending foamy toothpaste all over their mirror, "But I did learn something that I think you'll find pretty fascinating."
Roxas spat out the remaining toothpaste and started cleaning up the mess he'd made, "Yeah? What's that?"
Larxene fell onto her bed and lifted the new book she'd started reading, another French novel, replying nonchalantly, "Oh, well I guess twins are so close in everything that taste in men would come up sooner or later, but even I was pretty well floored when I found out about Reno. Did you know that Axel and Kairi's older brother is currently working in France for some big company called Shinra?"
"WHAT?" Roxas shrieked. That was freaky, this coming from a guy who wore skirts to school. He flung himself out of the bathroom to find Larxene calmly turning a page in her book. "Larxene, are you saying that the Reno my twin sister is dating is the brother of the guy I just got back from a date with?"
Larxene nodded silently, her eyes uncharacteristically blank, with no familiar glimmer of mischief. Roxas collapsed into the office chair next to him. This was a whole new level of complicated. What would happen when Reno came to meet the family? If they got married? Surely, even if he ended up dumping Axel as planned the redhead would inevitably find out that the real Namine was dating his brother, and he'd been dating her twin brother? A guy? Ugh, it was too much.
Roxas groaned audibly, running a nervous hand through his chaotic shag of hair. Larxene sighed, sympathetically and rolled onto her side, using an elbow to prop herself up. "I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I've got to tell you something about Reno. Namine was a tad freaked out by all of this herself, but she came around and got to telling me how great their relationship is and whatnot… I didn't really have the heart to tell her over the phone."
Roxas looked up from his pondering, waiting expectantly for her to go on, so she did. "Reno, well," she sat up on her bed now, freeing her arms to gesture as the book waved in her hand, "I don't want to say he's a bad guy, because there's some good in him, believe me… but anyone who's known him as long as I've known not just him, but his entire family, knows that when it comes to girls he's…" she looked up for encouragement, but Roxas merely sat. This was a lot to take in, especially after what had happened just ten minutes or so ago in the car… not now, he needed to focus.
The boy gestured at his roommate to go on, and she exhaled deeply, sighing yet again, "To call him a player would be an understatement. He goes through girls like a kid goes through a pack of hubba bubba."
"Well shit. You mean he's like Axel?" Roxas drummed his fingers on the desk next to him, trying to find an out for all the stress this situation was causing him.
Larxene shook her head, "No; well maybe, but Axel used to just hook up with girls. When he was going through his dark ages, there were no illusions that if you wanted Axel you got him, but just for one night. Reno plays a more refined game though, he'll court girls, Lord knows his fatty shinra paycheck can afford it, and then once someone more interesting comes along he'll dump them like trash and cut off all ties." Larxene snapped her fingers for emphasis, and a look of horror spread on Roxas' face.
"What are we going to do, Lar? I can't just let him dump Nami like that, you've heard her talk about him like some love-sick puppy! If he dumped her tomorrow she'd be a mess, but who the hell knows how much longer this will go on before he actually cuts her off? Fuck, Lar, what do I do?"
Larxene's green eyes smiled sadly at him, and she reached out to place her free hand on his arm, gently, "There's nothing you can do, Roxas."
Roxas looked at her, bewildered, but she shook her head and continued, "I've seen girls in similar situations; hell! I've seen girls in precisely the same situation, and they won't listen to anyone. Not friends, not family - because when someone falls for someone else, and I mean really falls for them, then they can't see or hear past what their heart wants them to see or hear."
The smaller blonde felt like a black whole had just opened up inside of him. Larxene was right, he knew she was right, if not about most people than most definitely about his sister, and that meant he'd just have to twiddle his thumbs, pretend to be none the wiser, and wait for her to call him sobbing.
After taking a moment to let everything she'd just told him sink in, Roxas went back into the bathroom and started to scrub all the crud off his face. He'd never really wanted to know how gross it feels after wearing make-up for 5-6 hours in a sweaty, crowded arcade but by god he'd get it off before he went to sleep that night. When he finally came out of the bathroom, Larxene was back to reading her book. He tried, to no avail, to get across the room without drawing her attention in hopes of simply calling it a night and going to sleep. A few short steps into the main room of their dorm and Larxene was folding down the corner of her page and placing it on her nightstand.
"So are you going to answer my question now? How was your date?" she asked, innocently. Roxas swallowed nervously, not believing her wide, accepting eyes.
He knew lying wouldn't do any good, so he settled for blunt truth, "Actually," he began as he took the first step on the ladder up to his bunk, "It was fantastic. I don't think I've ever had more fun on a first date."
He heard a thunk from below, probably from Larxene's head hitting the bottom of his bunk when she tried to sit up too fast, but soon she was standing next to his bunk, peering through the rungs on the guard rail. "Seriously?" she questioned, incredulously.
Roxas smirked, feeling just a tad full of himself, "Cross my heart."
Larxene stared at him dumbly for a second or two, as if trying to think of something to say to such unexpected news. "So… what did you guys do?"
Unfortunately, this was the part where Roxas recalled embarrassing things and the flush in his cheeks gave him away. Larxene reached up and, damn her long arms, tried to shake answers loose from him.
"Alright, alright!" Roxas swatted her arms away from him before continuing, not daring to look her in the eye, "We went to an arcade, which was a blast, and then… then ."
Larxene blinked, "You WHAT?"
Roxas rolled his eyes, defiantly, "I said we went to an arcade and then…"
"No, I heard you, but WHAT? Well call me a fat whore and fuck me stupid, but I can't tell whether or not that's amazing news or the worst news I've heard all night!"
Roxas paused before retorting, "Larxene, you're a fat whore, but by no means will I fuck you stupid. We've been through this, I like boys."
Larxene seemed at a loss for words for only a moment before she cackled hysterically, Roxas joining in shortly after. They laughed until tears streamed from their eyes and their ribs were sore before Larxene took a few stabilizing breaths and continued, "Well I'll be damned."
Roxas followed suit, but didn't bother responding.
Larxene looked up at her roommate and smiled, "Well you've gotta tell me, was he good?"
Roxas laid back onto his bed, the pillow a welcomed coolness on his flushed face, and sighed, "Gods yes."
The taller girl watched him for a moment before climbing under the upper bunk and settling into her own bed. They stayed quiet like that for awhile, but there was one last question itching in the back of Larxene's brain, "Rox, do you like him? As in, mushy feelings and all that crap?"
Roxas stared at the ceiling, trying to think of an answer. To say yes wouldn't be entirely true, he still barely knew the guy. But to say no… well that would be strait up lie. "I don't know," he answered, truthfully. Larxene didn't say anything else that night.
They fell asleep within minutes and the rest of the weekend passed uneventful; but in spite of how many times Roxas had to explain to each of the other girls why an arcade was a brilliant first date, or why, if Axel was as good with tongue and hands as Roxas claimed, he ran out of the car, Larxene didn't make it a point to question him further on the context of his blooming relationship with Axel. For that, he was glad. Glad that he had a roommate who believed him when he said he didn't have any answers. Glad that he could wait until at least Monday to deal with whatever those feelings may be, or become. Glad that, aside from the possible visit during gym class, he wouldn't have to see Axel at school because frankly, he wasn't sure he could deal with that yet.
I know that was a fairly short and uneventful chapter, but that's because the next one has the potential to be a pretty long one, and to say the least SHIT WILL GO DOWN. So… yeah. At least this one gives a bit of insight/clarity on what all just happened? Maybe? If not, its important for plot-development so just deal. Haha, thanks for reading! LUV TO ALL!