A/N: Yeah, I've been writing an awful lot lately…(answer to TheBeginingsEnd, hope I spelled that right. – w -;) But that's just cuhhs I've had a bit of spare time, when I'm not working on a stupid science project or ranting to P.C. about…certain things. So ah, I hope you guys like this chapter, and please R&R (and thank P.C. while ya'll are at it, thanksss!)! Thanks so much for all of your reviews. You guys are like, super totally awesome, and I couldn't have asked for a better group of reviewers. :DD Remember, any suggestions for Echoing Heart? Just put it in your review, and I'll see what I can do! Thank you so much!

And on we go.

So us, being Roxas and me, walked over to the diner, holding hands like couples do, until we ran into Demy and Zexion over at the entrance. Were they…holding hands, too? Ah, this is gonna be a good story…

"Yo, Dem!" I shouted, waving at him with my free hand.

"A-axel! How are you? OhmygoshI'msosorrythiswasallmyfaultand," pant, pant, "I'?" Geez, anxious much?

"Yeah, I'm just fine. Anxiety attacks, insomnia, the works. Nothing big, y'know? So what's with, y'know, this?" I gestured to the pair of hands intertwined.

"Ah, I asked Zexy-chan out last week! We just got to hand-holding, thank gosh! I mean, he never shows his true colors 'less I'm with him!" he squealed. Oh Dem. He swung his hand back and forth, unknowingly thrusting Zexion back and forth as well.

Poor Zex. He doesn't know what's in it for him…

"Ah, I see. Let's go into the diner, shall we?"

I opened the door, not walking in until Roxas did.

Only then will I close the door.

'Cause I'm a gentleman.

Y'know?

We slid into the booth farthest from the entrance, me to the right of Roxas, Demyx to the left of Zexion. Lucky for me, Roxas is ambidextrous, so we can eat and hold hands at the same time.

You sure are lucky, Ax. Say, you wanna order an extra stack of pancakes for me?

Nah, s'okay Pops. I'm in more of a French toast mood.

And orange juice…and eggs, over easy. Hash browns on the side. Bacon, or sausage…decisions, decisions.

Asshole.

Close. It's Axel. Let go of your tongue.

I asked Roxas what he was getting, and holy crap.

"French toast, orange juice, eggs over easy, hash browns, and…sausage or bacon? I can't decide."

"Roxas, you're hella crazy."

He looked scared. "Wha? W-why?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was gonna get the same thing? Oh, it is hard to choose between sausage and bacon."

"Oh my gosh."

"Tell me about it, short stuff."

"Shut up, or I'll eat your French toast."

"You wouldn't!" I pouted.

"Pouts don't work on me that easily, bitch," he smirked.

Holy motherfucking kite-flying shit-on-a-stick.

He's the one for me.

Definitely.

"So, you guys, may I take your order?" a waitress cocked her head to the side and rolled her left ankle around.

I ordered for me and Rox, Demyx bubbly ordered pancakes (Oh, see. Someone who cares.) (Shut up, dad.), and Zexion muttered for wheat toast. Damn, Zexy's boring.

"I'm not boring, I'm just not hungry," he glared at me.

"W-whoa, how did you," I started to say, and he cut me off.

"You have that look in your eyes."

I chuckled.

"Damn, you're good. Dem, you got yourself some good taste!"

While we waited, Demyx and Roxas chatted away about some new anime, I played with sugar packets, and Zexion was staring off into space. Ah, this is the life. Ditching school, messing around, having fun. This is how I wanna spend my days.

"All right, food's here!" Demyx pumped his fist in the air, and Zexion shook in his spot (Demyx was probably still clutching his hand).

"Let's dig in, y'know?" I smirked, damn was I hungry.

We all had our different styles of eating. I neglected to use a knife for my French toast and stabbed everything with my fork. I still had manners, though. I don't talk with my mouth full, and if I do, I cover my mouth. Unlike Demyx. He's always noisy and sometimes ends up spitting his food across the table. Roxas is quiet, too concentrated on the sugary goodness. Zexion, well, he's just Zexion. Eating his toast, dry. No jelly? Geezus.

I held Roxas' hand the whole time. Sigh.

Ask Demyx for a bite of his pancakes, will ya?

S'okay, I'm not in the mood for pancakes. Thanks for asking.

After debating on who was gonna pay the bill, Demyx insisted he would fork up the cash this time. By insisted, I really mean insisted.

"No, Axel! You're not paying this time!"

"But,"

"No buts! I'm gonna pay, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"But Dem,"

"I'M PAYING!"

"Hey Dem,"

"NO."

"Zexion already covered it. Thanks, Zex."

"W-w-what?"

My mom was working today, so we decided to spend the day at my house. Well, it's not a house. But it's not an apartment either. Or a townhouse. I prefer calling it a house, though. Otherwise people go crazy, y'know?

"A-axel? You live in a mansion?" Roxas' eyes were the size of dinner plates.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," I muttered. It was nothing big.

Well actually, it was something big. The mansion, I mean. 5 stories, 2 elevators, 13 bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, a giant kitchen, 2 dens, and a library the size of TTHS. Demyx was quite used to this already, as he lived right next door in a mansion of his own, while Zexion clearly looked amused through his one eye.

I opened the door, kicked my shoes off, and dropped my jacket on the floor. The other guys did the same, although Dem insisted he take everyone's jacket to the closet. He just likes exploring my house. According to him, he sill gets lost in it…the nutjob.

I sprinted into the den and flung myself onto our giant L-shaped couch.

"So, what do you guys wanna do?" I asked.

Roxas spoke up, timidly, "Well, what is there to do?"

"OH MY GOSH, LET'S PLAY HIDE AND SEEEEEEK!" Demyx suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Dude, you've gotta be kidding me."

"Aw, c'mon Axey! It'll be like old times, you'll see!"

"Call me Axey one more time and I'll kick you far into the old times, trust me," I said mockingly.

"Pwetty pwease, Axel?" Demyx pouted. And let me tell you, he has a killer pout.

"Shit, fine. NOT IT!" I called.

"Not it!"

"Nooooot it!"

"…"

That left us with Zexion.

Has he even played hide and seek?

I guess we'll find out.

A/N: It's short… D: I'll make up for it next chapter. In the meantime, please R&R! Thank youuu!