Fame and Fortune
Chapter Ten: Stress
"Alright, okay, don't panic."
"I'm not panicking."
"It won't do us any good if there's panic."
"Not panicking."
"There's no need to panic over me sleeping with Roxas."
"Still not panicking."
"Goddammit, Zexion!"
The bassist simply raised an eyebrow at his redheaded friend, who was currently pacing to and fro around the living room. "I'm not the one freaking out, Axel."
"I know," Axel replied, pulling at his hair.
Zexion stood up and placed his hands on Axel's shoulders. "You need to sit down. I'll get you another glass of water."
The redhead sat himself down on the couch, his thumbs moving in high speed in order to try to calm down. All of a sudden, his hangover had disappeared, and now the dread of never being able to ever talk to Roxas—let alone be in his general vicinity was weighing heavy on his shoulders. The bassist came back with another full glass, and said, "Axel, not to change the subject, but what the fuck is this?" and held up the object in his hand.
"That's Clucky," the other man said with complete seriousness. "He's my stress rooster...chicken-thing."
"Oh...do you want him?"
Axel stuck out his hand an Zexion handed him the stress toy, wincing at the loud wailing sound it made when it was squeezed. "What happened last night Axel?"
"I got drunk. I never drank in my life," Axel began, a little too quickly. "And I guess Roxas got drunk too? And then, apparently, we had sex. Or fucked. Whatever you want to call it."
"Goddamn," Zexion murmured, sitting down on the coffee table.
"How is Roxas taking it?"
"He's locked himself in his room since he came home this morning. He only told me. It may not seem like that big a deal to you—"
"But it is!"
"—but Roxas vowed never to get that close to someone like that again. Didn't matter, drunk or not. And I guess he feels like he fucked up your relationship—"
Axel squeezed Clucky, and the toy let out a horrendous screech.
"—Jesus, Ax, don't do that, that thing is scary looking enough." He sighed. "Listen, I'll try to talk to him and get him to talk to you, but right now, he's beating himself up pretty bad. Don't be surprised that he won't call or visit for a while."
Axel nodded, refusing to give a verbal answer, and Zexion found his way to the door. "Oh, and, please don't hole yourself up in your apartment. I don't need to worry about you too. It's bad enough I baby my own boyfriend and Roxas. I don't need to be your mother."
"Thank you, Zexion."
"I hope Sora doesn't catch wind of what's been going on. He's going to murder you."
Oh yeah. Roxas' brother, Sora Strife. That model kid Axel had never met yet. He could only imagine what kind of first impression he'd make if Roxas explained that they'd drunkenly slept together. The door closed and the redhead fell on his side, squeezing the life out of his toy. It shrieked in protest. "I fucked up, Clucky," he whispered to it. "I fucked up so bad."
"What the fuck Shion, it's been like, five months—"
Actually, it's only been two.
"—and you haven't posted a single thing—"
I was busy working on my original stories.
"—and it's not even Thursday—"
I know. Happy Easter.
"—And THIS short thing is the best we get?"
At least I fought through my depression and writer's block to give you a chapter. Suck it up. Iloveyouallsomuchdon'tleaveme
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-Eternal White Rose