Summary: Is Roxas a freak for being in love with his brother? He didn't think so. But would Axel? Incest, Lesbians, M/M Yaoi Slash All the good stuff
Warning: Incest and Gay people! :D And LOTS of cussing for those of you who are sensitive to that!
Disclaimer: I don't own KH or any product, game, or show mentioned in the story. I do own the plot!
~o~ This is chapter ten. Double digits. :) I am so excited! Hope you guys like. Enjoy! :D ~o~
"Your mother's?" Rikku asked uncertainly.
John nodded. He chewed the inside of his cheek in thought, leaning back in his chair and turning to Roxas. Roxas was staring down at his shoes, trying not to let his face betray him and show how utterly disgusted and aggravated he was with his parental figures at the moment. After all, he didn't want to get sent away, too. "What do you think?"
Roxas shrugged and looked up enough to stare at his hands that were resting on the table, playing with a ripped piece of paper towel. He said, "I don't know... I don't really think its good for you to send them off just because they aren't the best kids. I mean, mom," he turned his gaze to Rikku. "They are your kids, after all. You can't just send them away at the first sign of trouble."
"It's not the first time," John corrected. "Axel has been acting up for what, five years now?"
Roxas pressed his lips in a thin line. "Axel's a special case, John. He has problems, we know this. I was talking about Namine. It's only been recently that she's been acting the way she has. She's really a good girl. Just try to loosen up her leash a little, let her breath. As for Axel, I think you should sign him up for therapy sessions and have him evaluated."
Rikku looked to John's thinking face hopefully. "I like that idea!" she said to him.
John thought about it a moment more before sighing and saying, "We'll give them both one more chance. One. If Axel slips up again like he did last night, he's gone. The same goes for Namine."
Roxas bit his lip in annoyance. It was better then nothing, he knew that, but, really? It might as well have been banishment. And he'd heard about John's parents... Absurdly strict, owned their own Christian church, old fashioned older people. Axel wouldn't last a day with the two before committing a homicide. Even if Roxas was incredibly pissed off at him, he was still not only Roxas's love but his brother, and he couldn't let anything like that happened.
He excused himself from the table and locked himself in his room. He didn't feel good. In fact, he wanted to puke.
He knew that, right now, Axel was at Xion's, probably crying about Sora again. Sora, the deceased guy that stole his man in the first place. The one who had liked Axel enough to cheat on his fiance with him. The one that Axel liked enough to screw over his best friend. It wasn't fair.
Roxas sighed and rolled over onto his stomach. He played with his phone sub consciously, playing Fruit Ninja on the white iPhone 4s he'd just gotten, as he continued to think.
Axel was a whore, he knew that. But, to just flat out admit that he had been having sex in front of everybody? Even if he had been lying like he insisted, it was a bullshit lie because whatever he had been doing was obviously bad. Especially if that horrid statement was what he thought would save him from the horrors of telling what really happened. But, what? What could he possibly have done that was so bad? It didn't make sense, but whatever it was, Roxas wasn't sure he even wanted to know what it was.
~o~
Sephiroth hated seeing his brother like this. Saix just sat on his couch, staring at the muted TV. He matched Vincent rather well who was sitting on the other couch doing the same, only instead of sitting straight, he was leaning his head on his hand with his elbow on the couch's arm. A lively bunch, the two were. Both depressed and quiet in nature. He sighed and returned to the kitchen where he continued to make dinner for all three of them. At the dinner table, they were all just as quiet.
"So," Sephiroth said into the silence to start a conversation. "Saix, how's school?"
"Don't go," Saix said, taking a bite of his spaghetti. "Dropped out awhile ago."
Sephiroth sighed and rubbed his temple. Failed attempt, he got that. It was better not to breach the subject of his quitting high school, so he turned to Vincent and smiled. "How's work, Vincent?"
"Got fired today," he said.
Well, shit. This was just a whole conversation of fail. He looked back to Saix who had stopped eating and just stared down into his plate. Then he jumped slightly when Vincent sobbed and covered his face as he cried. He had randomly cried a lot the last few days. He just took in Saix that morning as well, after a panic call from his mother asking to take him in for awhile, at least until their father got his job back. The economy was hurting everyone, but after it took a jab at his father, he decided to take a jab at Saix for the first time. So, naturally, he took him in without a problem, unsuccessfully getting his mother again.
"So, um," he said, setting down his glass of whine. "Saix. I heard you had a little boyfriend. What was his name... Zexion?"
Saix shook his head, his eyes never leaving his plate. "He's with someone else. Some fucker named Demyx. He's not gay, though. So it makes no sense that he's with a guy. Guess he just didn't like me."
Sephiroth was really having a hard time communicating with these two. He looked to where Vincent was crying quietly into his arms and then back at Saix who was now stabbing his spaghetti violently. With a sigh, he threw his hands up in exasperation and exclaimed, "I give up!"
~o~
"You know, I didn't sleep with anyone last night," Axel said. Roxas was laying on top of him and only grunted to acknowledge that Axel had said something. "I was just being stupid and drinking a lot. It was the first thing that came to mind because I actually don't know what happened."
"You have problems," Roxas sighed, drawing circles on Axel's chest. "Ever think about going to therapy?"
Axel laughed, the notion sending vibrations through his chest. "Nope. Never wanna go. It'l,ms stupid, trusting some guy I don't even know with all my secrets and shit. Fuck it."
Roxas laughed and sat up, looking on the cluttered floor for his underwear. "Dude, you really need to clean your room."
He shrugs and sits up, too, looking around at the sea of decay and all the clothes he had strewn around. "Beh, John tells me to clean it all the time. I probably would if I didn't want to make it seem like he's won." He sent a smirk Roxas's way. "You look better without the underwear anyway."
"Shut up," Roxas sneered at him, retrieving his fallen underwear and pants. "I swear, one of these days our parents are gonna walk in on us."
Axel shrugged and got up with a sigh, finding his own clothes. "Oh, well. If it happens, it happens."
"You know..." Roxas looked over to him, watching as he pulled up his pants over the crappy bandage job Axel had done over his cut. "You're just hours away from having to go to school. How does that feel?"
Axel stopped, his pants only half way up his legs with a shocked look on his face. "Oh, fuck. I completely forgot about that."
~o~
If Axel didn't hate John before, he sure fucking did now.
School. Where did that bastard get off, sending him to school? Axel had to get up at five in the freaking morning in order to get there on time. He had to take a shower, do his hair, put on clean goddamn clothes, get all his stupid school supplies together, eat and then put on his shoes, all by six thirty before they left for school. Unsurprisingly, when he woke up, he lagged it and didn't actually get up until five forty, took a five minute shower, did a half assed job at blow drying his hair and didn't even care to check to see if his clothes were clean before crawling back into bed.
When John came in around six twenty, he groaned and pulled himself out again before grabbing his backpack and getting a piece of toast down stairs. He glared through his sleep fogged eyes at his brother who sat at the table looking over his homework merrily, humming to himself and eating a bowl of cereal.
"How can you be so fucking energetic in the morning?" Axel grumbled, washing his toast down with orange juice. He cringed as the taste soured with his newly brushed teeth.
Roxas laughed and put his papers neatly in his binder, putting the binder into his backpack. "Coffee. Lots of coffee."
Axel liked coffee. He looked over to the still filling pot in the coffee maker before sighing and getting one of the portable coffee mugs, filling it up and putting some sugar in it. The bitter taste of barley sweetened coffee woke him up a bit by itself, but he'd have to wait for the caffeine to kick in.
John swept into the kitchen, Namine following lazily behind while he spoke into his business cell phone with Riku following behind him, trying to get him to put on his suit blazer and eat some of the sandwich she had in her hand. He subtly motioned for Axel and Roxas to follow him out the door, Roxas dumping his bowl into the sink and Axel leaving his mess where it was on the counter.
While driving, John made a few failed attempts at conversation. Axel hated him too much and was much too tired to answer sufficiently.
"What time did you go to sleep last night, Axel?" John asked him as they turned onto the street the school sat on. The high school was swarming with cars driving in and out, teenagers walking down the sidewalks into it and proctors directing the busy traffic.
"Four," Axel replied, rubbing his eyes.
John looked at him in the rear view mirror. "Well, that's no good. That only got you an hour of sleep."
"An hour and forty something minutes," Axel corrected. He sipped from his coffee cup before continuing, "I slept in. Sorry."
John obviously had to hold in his anger with him. When they pulled up to the school, he wished them a good day and told Axel that Roxas would show him to the front office, which was ironically not in the front but on the inside near the bus circle. When Roxas stepped out, people waved and said hello to him, people he obviously didn't know but he returned the favor and always waved back. Namine left for her own group immediately, leaving them alone.
"I hate when people I don't know know me," Roxas grumbled, walking close to Axel. "So, you ready?"
Axel snorted as they walked through the gate, into the quad. "Fuck no."
High school was a nightmare Axel would have been happy not having to face. Unfortunately, he was stupid and decided not to do his continuation school packets and ended up being forced to go. If he thought junior high was bad, he didn't even want to see high school. As he walked through, he noticed the many different groups of people, keeping on the look for Xion. She'd probably come right as the first bell rang, though, so his chances of seeing her were slim at the moment.
Roxas walked into the front office and the office ladies greeted him as friends, one of them having him lean over the counter so she could give him an awkward hug. He motioned to Axel with a smile and said, "This is my brother, Axel. He's starting today."
"Oh, yes!" The older of the ladies who had hugged him, her name plate reading Sherri Plains, went through a stack of papers on her desk and pulled a specific one out, handing it to Axel. "Welcome to the school, Axel! We hope you have a great stay here like your brother."
Axel nodded and looked over his schedule. They were all the same classes as he was taking in continuation, only this had an elective of Art. He was still taking French, French 3 the class level he was thrown in. He didn't even get to choose his elective. John must have worked out his schedule himself. Axel rolled his eyes at the thought.
"We have French together," Roxas smiled, bumping shoulders with him.
The bell rang and Roxas offered to show him to his class, but Axel waved him off and lagged it to his first period. Physics wasn't a class he was looking forward to taking, the classroom he was assigned to in the W buildings on the upper campus. The minute bell rang and he watched as students ran to their classes, but he continued to walk slowly, knowing he could use 'I'm New' as an excuse. When he walked into the classroom a minute or so after the bell rang, he rose an eyebrow at the class.
Paper flew across the room and students stood, shouting and laughing loudly, sitting on top of desks and openly texting. The teacher sat behind a desk, reading a book with ear buds in to drown out the class. Axel walked over to him and the teacher told him without words to just sit, not caring where. He scanned the room for a spot where he'd have the least chance of someone talking to him, all the corners not already taken. There seemed to be an empty bubble in the middle of the desks because everyone seemed to have joined their groups on the outskirts. Reluctantly, he took one of the empty seats, too close to the front of the room for comfort.
~o~
"We finally get to meet him?" Demyx's jaw dropped slightly in shock as he stared at Roxas.
"Are you freaking serious?" Yuffie had a similar look on her face, only she had her brow up in mock shock. "And here I thought you were gonna keep him away from us!"
Roxas laughed and tried to quiet them down because everyone in the class were looking their way, including the teacher who was probably starting to regret allowing the class to do group work.
Agreeing, Roxas nodded and said, ""We finally get to meet him?" Demyx's jaw dropped slightly in shock as he stared at Roxas.
"Are you freaking serious?" Yuffie had a similar look on her face, only she had her brow up in mock shock. "And here I thought you were gonna keep him away from us forever!"
Roxas laughed and tried to quiet them down because everyone in the class were looking their way, including the teacher who was probably starting to regret allowing the class to do group work.
Nodding, Roxas said, "Yeah, I guess he wasn't doing his work in that continuation school thing. So our mom and John threw him in here."
Yuffie snorted and shrugged, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms. "Those two really are dicks. I mean, there is obviously a reason he was in options, right?" Demyx nodded in agreement. "So, he has French with us? 'Cause I wanna see who took my cute widdle baby Roxy from me." She smiled and leaned forward, pinching Roxas's cheek.
He pushed her hand away and rolled his eyes at her, examining his nails. "Yeah. And he ain't that bad, I think he went into options because of all the shit he'd gotten himself into at school. You know he's friends with your boyfriend?" He looked over to Demyx.
Demyx snorted. "Yeah, he's also friends with that ass hole who's in love with Zexion. And he was friends with Sora too, wasn't he?"
Roxas rolled his eyes at the thought, probably making him look like an asshole considering the Sora situation, but he didn't care. "Oh, yeah. Really good friends."
"Oh em gee." Yuffie arched her eyebrows and they both leaned in, ready for gossip. "Okay, spill."
A faint smile graced Roxas's lips when he shook his head, leaning back in his seat. "Nope. I don't do that crap because unlike some people," he sent Demyx a playful look. "I'm not a rumor spreader."
The bell rang a moment after and they all stood up, Roxas excited for fourth period and the promise of being in French with Axel. He practically skipped out, hauling Demyx and Yuffie with him as he made his way to P-11.
Mr. Scott was writing the lesson plan on the board when they walked in. He looked over when they came in and nodded, greeting, "Bonjour."
They took their seats right next to each other in the front corner by the green painted wall, talking excitedly. His two friends just couldn't wait to meet his brother. But a nervousness set over them as well. Why? It was simple.
"Do you think Seifer came to school today?" Roxas asked, hoping to god that he decided to extend the little vacation he took after their fight.
Yuffie shook her head and sighed. "Yeah. I saw him this morning. And he's a sadistic prick who'll probably come in here just to fuck with you."
"In other words: You're fucked," Demyx smiled and Roxas sneered at him. "I don't see what the problem is, though. I mean, you're over it, so who cares what he does?"
"The problem is that Axel is the type to just go up to him and punch him without question," Roxas sighed, leaning his chin in his hands with his elbows on the desk. The class filled up as more students came in before the minute bell and he waited eagerly for his brother. Then, right before the actual bell rang, the door swung open and Axel strode in. "That's him."
They both gasped and looked over at where he was talking to the teacher at the front of the room, both looking him over.
"He's cute," Yuffie observed. "I really like those tattoos. And that hair. Oh, wow, he's fucking sexy."
"You two don't look alike," Demyx added, checking out his clothes. Dark, baggy skinny jeans, a Fox Riding shirt with a black and red flannel over it and his All Stars on his feet. "I like his clothes. He is hot."
Roxas smiled proudly and said, "I told you. Why do you think I like him so much?"
The teacher went back to writing on the board after advising Axel to sit anywhere. When he turned, Roxas waved him over and Axel smiled, walking over to take the seat next to where he was sitting behind his two friends, right behind Yuffie.
"I'm Yuffie," she immediately said, turning to shake his hand. "Roxas's best friend. Its nice to meet you, Axel. I must say, you are so much cuter than I thought you would be!"
Demyx turned and shook his hand, too, greeting with, "And I'm Demyx. His other best friend. I'm actually your friend Zexion's boyfriend. I like your style, Axel. Its nice to meet you."
Axel made a face. He didn't even know Zexion was fucking gay. "Um, hi."
Roxas rolled his eyes. "He's not used to people. You guys are probably overwhelming him. Anyway, how much French do you know, Axel? Because Scott never speaks English. He insists that we should know French fluently after three years."
Axel shrugged and replied, "I know a little. Enough, I guess."
Roxas smiles lightly and opens the textbook to the page written on the board. "I didn't even know you were taking French. I hope you really know it, 'cause this teacher's a dick."
Axel looked over to the teacher, Mr. Scott, who was now yelling at some poor girl. God. He looked like a dick.
French seemed to take forever to Axel, but Roxas was in heaven. Axel did know French, he gathered when Mr. Scott started asking him random questions in the language. Man, it is sexy. He guessed that French really was the language of love. When the bell rang, Axel was so damn thankful that he almost cried. It was now lunch, which meant that they only had two more periods before he got to go home.
They walked around the campus, not saying much other than Roxas pointing out the people he hates and dishing out all of the current gossip victims and supposedly pregnant girls. Twenty minutes into lunch, Axel spotted Xion, sitting on top of one of the randomly spread out yellow lunch tables in the quad all alone with a tray of lunch in her lap. She pushed around the salad in it's container, obviously not interested in eating it. Roxas followed as he walked over there. When Xiona saw them coming, she jumped up and off of the table to meet them from where she stood. She hugged Axel excitedly and kissed both of his cheek, annoying Roxas a bit. Okay, it might just be him, but she was just a little bit too flirty with Axel. Maybe she wasn't a lesbian.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, holding onto the collar of Axel's flannel.
Axel rolled his eyes but continued to smile. "John made me drop Options. I go here now."
She wiggled her eyebrows with a sleek smile. "How do you like it so far, my dear? To your standards or just awful?"
"I hate it," he stated simply.
That made her laugh. She looked good, wearing black short shorts with a black tank top and a black jacket over, zipped up half way. She had on black and white checkered Vans with the pink socks protruding a bit over the top. Her eyes were outlined with eyeliner, a bit of white eyeshadow and long, mascara coated lashes. She had a Wicca necklace nuzzled in between her cleavage, shining in the high sun.
"Let me see your schedule," she demanded. Axel reached into his back pocket and pulled out the folded up and abused paper, handing it to her. She unfolded it and looked it over for a moment. "Ew... You have Robinson? Sucks. Oh! We have sixth together! Mr. Tobias. He's really cool. You're lucky, man."
She turned to Roxas and smiled. "Hi, Roxas. I never see you around. How're you doing?"
"Fine," Roxas replied, but he didn't return the favor. Instead, he looked behind himself. Shit. "Ah, crap. Seifer's looking over here."
Axel turned and sneered in Seifer's direction. "Yeah, just what I need. To get suspended on the first day of school."
Shit! Axel couldn't get suspended, or else John would send him away. Of course, Axel didn't know that. Roxas would tell him later. At the moment, though, they had another problem. He had just been thankful just moments before that Seifer didn't go into their class, but now Seifer was snarling at them from just a few yards away, sitting under a tree on the brick wall with a group of Roxas's former friends, the ones who had abandoned him after Seifer stopped going out with him. He still didn't know if Seifer had told them about their relationship, but from what little he had heard, he hadn't said anything. The only thing that had gotten back to him was just that he and Seifer had a fall out- rumors change, but generally over a girl or a disagreement on where to go on a weekend night- and that Roxas, being a pussy or something, had a bunch of guys beat him up. Hence Seifer's bruised up face, because he'd never admit that a single guy could ever give him a black eye. So, Roxas was out of the 'in crowd,' but he didn't really care. Even though he was all into what his friends were doing, such as bullying and making out with girls, or what they though was cool, like raves and partying, he wasn't really thinking about it anymore. He didn't care, for some reason, what people thought about him. He had spent his whole life caring and trying, but he just didn't care anymore. He didn't know how or why, but he felt himself changing.
He was finally changing.
"Well." Axel snapped him out of his thoughts by ruffling his hair. "He ain't gonna do anything. He's just a glum-puss. His eye cleared up. Too bad."
"Fuck him," Xion said, rolling her eyes his way. "He's pretty hung up over Sora, though. Y'know he hasn't been at school since then, right? Guess their grandparents made him come. Oh, did you know he lived with his grandparents? Sora's the only one who lived with their real parents. Anyway, yeah, he's pretty fucked up right now. He hasn't even insulted me all day. Look at all those girls comforting him. I guess he's been crying randomly for since second period."
It was true. A bunch of girls were hanging off of him at the moment. But he was paying no attention to them. Now his snarl turned into a frown and he looked like he was going to cry again. Roxas would have actually felt bad if Seifer hadn't slapped him. But, know what? He couldn't care any less about how that piece of shit felt. Asshole.
The bell rang and, after glaring at Seifer, Axel checked his schedule to see what class he had next. Art in C-4. He walked in after walking Roxas to his class, getting in right before the bell rang. Everyone was already seated with their paint supplies out, and he felt like such a outsider. Yuffie was in the class, and because the teacher was no where in sight and she was motioning him over to the seat next to her, he just sat next to her. Thankfully, the class went by fast and teacher free because the little bit of time Ms. April was in the classroom, she was sitting at her laptop at her desk. The bell rang before he knew it and, slowly but surely, his horrid first day was coming to an end.
Just one more class.
Just ONE MORE CLASS.
Just one more mother fucking class.
English was always Axel's favorite subject, so at least he got to end his day with that. And with Xion and Mr. Tobias, whom everyone was telling him all day was awesome. He seemed pretty cool, at least, when he walked in.
Mr. Tobias was a average sized, tan man with streaky black and silver hair that was tied back in a ponytail and an eyepatch. He was wearing a In n Out restaurant t-shirt with faded jeans and gray Converse. Xion was already in the room, sitting towards the back while she openly texted on her Rumor 2 phone. She looked up when he come in and he sat next to her, nodding to the teacher who gave a gruff grunt and wave.
Xion said, "Y'know, I am so stoked that you're going here now. How's your leg?"
Axel subconsciously reached his hand down and felt the gauze through the fabric of his jeans. "It's cool. Doesn't hurt or anything. My legs kinda stiff, though." He hesitated a moment. "What happened, anyway?"
Xion's smile turned to a frown as he racked her brain, trying to remember exactly what had happened that night. "Okay, um... You came over and you were all bummed out still, so we started drinking. Oh, um... Yeah, we got really messed up. So you thought you knew how to drive, I think, and we took Larxene's cousin's car and I was all 'I'll teach you how to drive, man!' and you were all 'Yeah, man, let's do this! Barf, yeah!' So we jumped in and crashed the shit out of it. I swear, you are sooo lucky she has good insurance."
"Oh." Axel nodded and played with the sleeve of his flannel. "That's not that bad. I was thinking I broke into a bank or something. Ha ha," he laughed humorlessly. Because that story wasn't much better than all of the scenarios that went through his head. Maybe he should cut back on the drinking?
"Anyway," Xion said after the bell signaling the beginning of class rang. A lot of people came in from the ramp after the bell, but Mr. Tobias didn't kick any of them out. Hell, he didn't even look up at them from the crossword puzzle he was working on at his desk. "We have shit to talk about. Like Leon, for instance. He hasn't left his room since Sora died." Axel cringed, so Xion went on much slower as she chose her words carefully. "He's really messed up over what happened. Worse than Seifer. I think he might be doing drugs again."
It was a well known fact that, at one point in Leon's life, he had been a major drug addict. Snorting, smoking, swallowing and shooting up any drug that had come his way, mostly for the lack of parental supervision. After he had left home, it had gotten way worse. Apparently, from what Axel heard, he had overdosed in a raunchy hotel room in LA, so he was given a court appointed twelve month rehab sentence. That was when he was seventeen. Leon is in his twenties now, so he was quite a few years clean, and he was pretty proud of that. Axel couldn't really imagine him going back to the shit he'd been into before, but after a loved one dies, people do crazy shit. Axel was surprised he hadn't tried to cut open his wrists yet.
Especially since he was practically the one who killed Sora.
He pushed the thought away, suddenly nauseous, and turned his attention to Xion. "What makes you think that?"
"The nice little baggy of cocain I found in his dresser drawer," she said, matter-of-factly. "Nigga don't have a job, yet he can afford shit like that. What the fuck, man? Anyway, yeah. He's back into that bullshit. I don't know what to do, or if I should tell Cloud or what. And Larxene isn't any help. She's been a bitch lately, like she's been on her period all fucking month. Pissing me off." Xion ran a hand through her hair and let out a raspy sigh. "Things are starting to get out of control, Axel. No one should have to go through this much shit. I can't even imagine how shitty things are for you, what with Sora, Vincent hating you, your parents, Roxas... Your life kinda sucks, man."
Axel laughed. "Yeah, maybe it's a little, but it's bearable. So, fuck it."
"Second issue: What the hell is up with Zexion? He hasn't been talking to anyone lately. Have you heard from him?"
"I'm pretty sure he hates me," Axel said. "So, no."
Xion leaned in, as if telling a big secret, like it was relevant to anyone else in the class who had no idea who Zexion even was. "Well, did you hear about his dad? He, um... I guess he was released from the psych ward he was locked up in. Y'know he's crazy, right? I guess he's completely convinced that the world is gonna be taken over by zombies or aliens, like obsessively sure. Aliens, too, and Russians, and pretty much anything else that could possibly be a threat. Well, Zexion's apparently not going to his own school right now, and I guess he and Saix got in a huge fight, but no one other than them knows why. It's almost like they're together or something. I swear to god, they're in the closet."
Axel had to keep himself from snorting, because from what he knew, Zexion was in the closet. Not that it was his place to say it, though. Instead, he said, "Yeah, I think they're a little queer. So, uh, what's up with you and Larxene? You guys weren't exactly on speaking terms the other night when we were drinking together."
They weren't, in fact. When he had gone over there, they weren't even in the same room, and they kept snapping at each other. Axel just figured that they were both on their periods, but from what Xion had said in their current conversation, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Xion sighed. She ran a hand down her face, trying to find the words. She couldn't really just say 'I think she knows that I like you,' because that'd make her look like a retard. She scratched the bridge of her nose before saying, "Well, uh... We kinda had a fall out. See, I kinda think I might be starting to like someone else. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Larxene. She's the greatest girlfriend a girl could have, too. But... I don't know, this guy is just so nice, and he actually listens to me, and he's really, really handsome."
"A guy," Axel nodded. "You haven't liked one o those in awhile. Who is it?"
She smiled an shook her head at him. "My dear, if I had the balls, I would tell you. Maybe one day, man, but it's kinda embarrassing, so I'd rather not."
"That's cool," Axel nodded again. "I'll just wait."
Mr. Tobias got up and started to write stuff on the board, and when Xion turned and started paying attention, Axel did, too.
Before he knew it, the bell had rang and school was over. Axel was so happy, he couldn't even explain I. So. Goddamn. HAPPY.
He met up with Roxas and Namine at the front of the school. He'd actually almost kissed Roxas, before realizing that it wasn't the social norm, so he just hugged him in a nice brotherly way. Namine gave them a look with a sly smile and Roxas sneered playfully at her before looking up at Axel.
"Get your license," he said.
"Nah," Axel replied. He looked down at his leg then over to the circle of cars driving around to pick up their children, most of them sophomores and freshmen. He wasn't going to be doing too much driving any time soon. "Driving is scary as hell. You're turning sixteen soon, though. Be able to get your license soon enough."
"I freaking hate waiting for John," Roxas grumbled. "He's late sometimes 'cause he gets hung up on work. Pisses me off."
Namine nodded in agreement, then she sang, "If Axel had his license, we'd already be home~!"
Namine had been nicer to them the last few days after finding out about their relationship than she had been the last few years. She'd never conversate with them before, but now she was actually commenting on things they'd say, said hi when she saw them, and laughing at their jokes. Before, she'd just stare at them. One time, Axel and Roxas had sat at the table with her for an hour, telling jokes, trying to get her to laugh. She didn't even smile, so they gave up. It was cool, though, having her actually being nice to them.
It took another twenty minutes before John pulled up in the car. He looked pissed off, having had a bad day at work. As soon as they got in, he started ranting to Roxas about how his boss had gone in and made him redo the paper he'd made absolutely no mistakes on, and about how one day he'd be the one bossing people around. Roxas wasn't listening, though. Just nodded and giving the occasional 'Uh huh. Yeah.' while he played Line Runner on his phone. Man, he loved that phone.
Their mom was waiting at home, poking at the roasting in the crock pot with a fork. When they walked in through the back door, she looked up and immediately asked, "How was your day, Axel?"
He was shocked by the question and answered with the first thing that came to mind. "Shitty." John, obviously still trying to keep in his anger, gave him a look, so Axel added, "I don't really like normal school. I wanted to throw up all day." At least he wasn't lying, and he wasn't being a complete smart ass.
He excused himself and went over to his room, throwing his bag where it hit the wall and fell to the ground. He hated school. He HATED it. He threw himself on his bed and buried his face into his pillow, exhaling. His back hurt and his head throbbed and his feet were going to fall off. Fuck school. Worst thing to ever happen to man kind, the whole school thing. Man, he should have kept up with his school packets. If he had, he never would have had to do all of this shit.
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"Axel." Roxas set down the pen he had been using to do his homework with onto Axel's bed. "I need to tell you something."
"What's up?" Axel turned from his computer, leaving his Tumblr dash unattended.
Roxas chewed the inside of his cheek a bit, choosing his words, before continuing, "Okay, well, John has thrown some pretty crazy ideas before, but this is the worst one yet. And even mom is a little sketchy about it. But John might send you... Well... To his parents."
Axel put on the most horrified face Roxas had ever seen and, when he spun his chair around, his wireless mouse fell to the ground. "WHAT?" He couldn't believe his ears, so he needed Roxas to say it again. When he did, he slowly turned back to his computer, staring blankly at the screen. Even though Kevin Hart, his favorite comedian was making a funny face at him from his dash, he felt so much dread that he couldn't even be enjoy the GIF. He closed the Firefox window and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Fucking fuck fuckery. What the hell."
"Only if you mess up," Roxas went on, as if trying to help. "Namine, too. At least he's not singling you out. You just can't mess up or anything. Like, don't go off with your friends every night, or come home with a mysterious gash in your leg."
Axel groaned and looked down at his leg. Yeah, he got it. He was an idiot, but crap. John's parents? The pastors from hell? John was always talking about how evil they were, and if john thought that they were bad, they must be bad.
So, he only had one choice.
Axel needed to straighten the hell out.
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A/N
Okay.
Excuse time.
I am so stuck with this story. I have it all written down in my notebook, all the way to the ending, but it's just the matter of getting there. I just can't seem to be able to write this out. And the fact that I broke my computer isn't helping. Sorry, guys, but I'm trying.
On some good news, I'm going into summer break. The bad thing about that? I'm going to my grandparent's house in Washington State and I don't know what my computer situation is like out there yet. But, don't give up on me, dang it! I'm trying!
So, I'll see you guys soon. Review. :)
Bye Bye~!