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Roxas turned to the window to stray away from the sight of Axel; he felt no relief though as the when it showed his own reflection. It was something he just didn't want to look at, something he openly refused to look at when he closed his eyes. Roxas, he just didn't know who he was mad at, when he tried to organize the feelings that were jumbled inside him; it just got him even more anxious. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on any base of emotion he felt, thinking he could build off that. He was angry, that's for sure, and at whom though, that wasn't so clear. He was mad at himself for running off and worrying his friends and not being on guard at the party, letting himself get into that situation. Another part though, the spiteful part, it blamed everything on Axel, it blamed him for throwing him in the pool, it blamed him for messing up what little balance he had, he blamed him for his confused emotions, and most of all he blamed him for not allowing him to be alone so he could wallow around for a few days. It was Axel's fault he wasn't able to figure any of this out, it felt weird not being left alone y'know?

Axel's gaze flickered back and forth between Roxas and the street that was just about bare at this hour besides the occasional car full of idiot drunk teenagers. He tried to pay attention to the road but found trouble doing this when the small blonde looked so distraught. The redhead winced when he saw Roxas' reaction to his reflection; his face had scrunched up before the cobalt eyes immediately were shut tightly. Axel's mind drifted off nervously to what was going to happen when they got to his room. He hadn't exactly thought it through well enough to decide what he was going to say to Roxas, and he didn't really want to flip the 'Unfilter' switch in his brain to make it where words were spilling out of his mouth like had a screw loose in his jaw. Yeah, who knows what'd he'd say if he did that, he'd probably scare the blonde boy right back into his home. He chastised himself silently, he should've come up with a plan before he just jumped up and drove away. Axel groaned inwardly, he knew he wasn't good about thinking ahead, but still he wished we would've had enough common sense to think more so he wouldn't screw this up. He tried to sort of make an outline of what he wanted to say in his mind, sort of like how his RELA teachers asked him to do that before writing a paper, which wasn't ever what he did either.

When they pulled up Axel put a long, skinny finger to his mouth; indicating that they needed to be quiet, he felt the urge to wink at the blonde but felt it was unnecessary for how on edge their relationship was at the moment. Roxas looked at the house; it sort of took on a foreign appearance to him, as if he was seeing things in a new perspective. He sort of saw Axel's place like somewhere to be careful in, almost as if when he got in there and he stepped on the wrong place, a mine would blow under his feet; maybe that mine was his sanity that was suspended by a single thread. Yeah, that's probably what it was, but Roxas wasn't sure if Axel expected him to feel this way. He wondered if Axel could sense how he felt, how nervous he was, how scared he was, and how he could feel his stomach sort of drop farther and farther as he kept thinking. Nah, he was probably just over thinking this; that's what he thought at least until he felt the passenger door click open, and he jumped very noticeably, enough to the point where he bumped his head into the ceiling. He looked back at the reason for his fright, he was met with a very tall skinny redhead at the edge of the door with his arm out, and politely motioning for Roxas to step out of the car like a door man would, with a grin on his face. Roxas did so stepping back after stepping out, making sure to be not too close Axel when the taller boy shut the door.

The concrete felt rough against the bottoms of his feet, it scratched, leaving surface marks and indenting its path. The evidence would be there for a little while, though he would forget everything about this one moment and feeling in a short amount of time. He wished everything was like that, if only he could just not be tainted with any memories, live freely in the present; that'd be nice.

He slowly shuffled behind Axel as the redhead took small and almost weightless steps towards the front door. He turned around making sure to use the same gesture for being quiet, but this time he added the wink, hoping to dispel any worry within the smaller boy. It seemed to somewhat do its job as Roxas attempted to show a smile, it more turned out like a straight face. The blonde's face abandoned the previous target for sight from the ground to straight ahead when he heard the door unlock with a quiet 'pop'. Axel quietly stepped inside his home, taking his shoes off as smoothly as possible and setting them next to the door. Of course, none of this mattered when the living room light came on.

Axel quickly put his index fingers over his ears to hopefully prevent too much damage from the yelling he was about to receive, "Axel! Get your ass in here!"

The redhead swiftly put his hands on Roxas shoulders and pulled the blonde boy in front of him as if he were a human shield before walking into the living room. He gave Roxas a pleading smile and looked at his mom that sat down on the couch, holding the TV remote in a notion that seemed to be from just turning the device off.

Tifa looked halfway tired as she gave her son her strongest death glare. The glare dropped as she looked at Roxas and turned into a smile. Roxas lifted the arm that was dead at his side and gave a slight little wave.

Tifa raised an eyebrow at him with an infectious smile, "Hello Roxas, would you mind telling me why you happen to be here at three in the morning?"

Axel, with the usual smirk, stepped in front of Roxas very suavely; sliding the smaller boy behind him in a protective manner.

He put his hand over his heart in a melo-dramatic way, "Oh Dear Mother, I'm so sorry. My poor, poor Roxie had a fight with his parents, he needed me for support. The fight was just terrible, feelings were hurt and threats were made. Finally, my little soldier texted me and told me he needed to be picked up so he could escape the horror. So here he is, taking refuge in our lovely home and in the presence of my beautiful Mom."

Tifa sighed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah okay, just go upstairs, you two go to bed. If I hear a sound of any video games or movies of any kind, Axel you will be grounded."

Axel turned his head at Roxas and grinned, "Yeah Mom got it."

They walked up the stairs, Axel standing behind Roxas with his hands on the other boy's shoulders; guiding him on where to go. Roxas tensed up at the physical contact. The redhead had been continuously touching him and he felt uncomfortable to begin with.

The touches were starting to annoy him and he snapped at Axel, "I've been here before and I'm not an idiot, I know where to go."

Axel froze, taking his hands off Roxas shoulders grimaced, and muttered, "Sorry"

He felt hurt at words, feeling as if Roxas didn't want him anywhere near.

Roxas winced, he hadn't meant it in a personal way, and he just didn't want to be touched. He walked in the door, which was surprisingly left open. He heard Axel mutter something about how he had no privacy or something or another before turning to Roxas and shutting the door, putting a serious face on.

Axel stood, feeling his body fill with nervousness, "Okay, serious talk time, let's sit down."

Roxas sat down in the middle of the bed, his legs crossed with his hands in his lap, "I'm all ears."

The redhead sat down, mirroring Roxas before sighing and looking him in the eye, "Roxas, I'm so sorry about what happened. I just, I wish I could change what I did. I know I can't and that any pain or discomfort I've caused you will always have been there, and I'm sorry. I know you had told me that you weren't swimming and I'm sorry I didn't respect what you wanted. I just wanted to mess with you, get you to relax a little y'know? I just want you to open up to me, so we can be better friends. You're a great person and I just hope you're not too mad at me to not want to continue this friendship. I'll understand if you want me to take you home or something. I hope though, from the bottom of my heart, that you'll forgive me, I know I really don't deserve it, but I just want to see more of you y'know? I don't know what I'll do if we don't talk or are friends or anything. I'm sorry"

Roxas sighed and looked at the covers, "Look, to be honest, I don't really know how I feel right now. I know you're sorry, and I know what happened is about half my fault. Right now I'm numb-ish emotionally so I can't really go off on you, but that doesn't mean I won't in the future. I'm exhausted though and I know you had good intentions, so for the moment it's fine, okay? I just, I don't want to think about what happened. It was a terrible experience, and I need sleep."

Axel was surprised at the bluntness from Roxas he had expected the boy to beat around the bush or just tell him he didn't want to talk about it at all. The thing that surprised him most was when he said it was his own fault, "Listen, none of this was your fault okay? It's all mine and it's cause I'm just a big fucking idiot who doesn't know anything. And I'm just sorry; no guilt should be on your part. We wouldn't even be in this mess if it wasn't for me. And yeah, I'm sure your pretty much dead by now so you take the bed, and I'll take the floor."

The blonde nodded, knowing Axel wouldn't hear any arguments about it. He pulled the covers over himself. He felt surprisingly comfortable, relaxed with his body under the blankets and his head against the pillows. He inhaled deeply when Axel turned the lights off and slid the sleeping bag he had laid out for himself. The scent that engulfed him seemed to take a part in calming him down, it was very soothing. He could finally feel the exhaustion whole heartedly; it seemed to take him over as he closed his eyes.

Even though he felt somewhat at peace, the memories sort of haunted him. He could still remember the same 'at risk' feeling he had when was being thrown into the pool. The helplessness, the fear, the anxiousness, the anger, the confusion, it was still so vivid. He kept his eyes closed when the silent tears started slowly making their way down his face and onto the pillow. The blonde heard some shuffling and the weight of the bed dip; he kept his eyes close nervously when the redhead got closer. What really surprised him though was when he felt a warm hand caress his face and brush the tears away.

Axel whispered, "I know this is all my fault, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you pain."

Roxas wanted to gasp but kept his face still, hoping the redhead didn't realize that he was awake. He liked the warmth that came from Axel's hand, he felt safe. After about 5 minutes of this he climbed back into his sleeping bag.

Well that was certainly interesting; he didn't expect such heartfelt gesture from the cocky redhead. He didn't know that Axel really cared about him like he did. Maybe talking to him tonight wasn't such a bad thing. Hopefully, he wouldn't regret his friendship with the redhead, though only time would tell. Roxas silently prayed, pleading with whoever was above him to let the redhead be what he thought he was.

Those endlessly dark ocean eyes found themselves soon weary and ready to take a rest. He let his mind wander as he fell deeper and deeper into oblivion. He took long and deep breaths to get himself there quicker. And soon, he didn't have to try anymore.

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Ok trust me I'm sorry, I've had a super long shitty week. I have some personal issues going on and wasn't able to update. I also had really really big tests. I'm sorry. Umm review and what not, I sort of need some motivation for this.