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Suggested food: snowcone
Suggested beverage: sodee-pop
Suggested listening: "I Drive Myself Crazy" - N'Sync
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Where the Hell is Magic Lake?
Chapter 12: Confusion Leads to Epiphanies
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Roxas was feeling very tangled.
And not just the usual waking-up-in-the-morning-tangled-up-in-the-sheets tangled, but really truly wrapped and bound. In his half-asleep haze he shifted uncomfortably, not quite sure how he had gotten into whatever weird position he was in, but wanting out of it.
That was when the tangles shifted back.
Eyes snapping open and suddenly feeling wide awake, Roxas gave a startled jolt, intending to sit up but finding himself completely unable to, due to the fact that Axel was completely around, on top of, and entwined with him all at the same time. Roxas had no idea how Axel had managed to not only wrap him into his arms, intertwine their legs, and lay on top of him all night without him noticing earlier, but now that he was aware of the situation he wanted out of it. Now.
"Axel." Roxas hissed, nudging a shoulder at the still slumbering redhead. "Axel get off me!"
"Nnn…don'wanna." Came the mumbled reply as Axel buried his face in his pillow (which just so happened to be Roxas's neck), wrapping his arms tighter around the blonde. Flushing in embarrassment and irritation, Roxas attempted squirming out of Axel's hold, but to no avail. That idiot redhead was like some sort of freaky cuddling leech.
"God, Axel, let go of me! I can't feel my legs, get off." Actually, this wasn't entirely true, but Roxas's arms and legs were starting to get that uncomfortable tingling feeling that signaled the onset of one's appendages falling asleep. So really, he was just preemptively dealing with the issue.
"Mnn, fine." Axel mumbled, moving the tiniest little bit and not really doing anything to alleviate Roxas's current situation. However, that tiny bit of repositioning gave Roxas just enough space that he figured he now had a chance of freeing himself. Shifting and wiggling, he was almost able to break free when it became apparent that Axel's weight was still a little too much for him. Taking a deep breath, Roxas gave a sudden, violent squirm while simultaneously bucking his hips up to throw Axel's weight off of him. It probably would have worked if the latter movement hadn't shocked the redhead out of his nearly-asleep daze.
"Whoa!" Axel shouted, gazing down at Roxas with something like astonishment. The astonishment soon faded into a smirk, however, and Axel leered down at the blonde who was still partially trapped underneath him. "Well good morning to you to, Roxie. I've gotta say, I'm not accustomed to waking up to that particular method, but I think I could get used to it."
"Shut up." Roxas said with a glare, flushing in embarrassment.
"That's not what you said last night…"
"Grah! Axel, cut it out! I was just trying to get you off!"
"Oh? Well you gotta do that more than once if that's what you were trying to accompli –" Axel's remark was cut off as Roxas's palm smacked across his face, not hard enough to sting, but enough of a slap to shut him up.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it." Roxas mumbled, averting his gaze.
"Aw, you're so cute when you're flustered." Axel cooed, ruffling Roxas's hair affectionately.
"Okay, that's it." Roxas announced, shoving Axel off of him and moving away, quickly pulling on his clothes. Axel sat up, looking at him in confusion.
"Where ya going, Rox?"
"Away from here." Roxas grumbled. The atmosphere inside the tent was quickly becoming stifling and way too disgustingly sappy for his liking.
"Roxas, wait!" Axel called out as Roxas hastily unzipped the door flap, stepping out into the crisp morning air and striding purposefully over to where Sora and Riku were making breakfast over the fire.
"You're awake!" Sora greeted, looking up from the mess of bacon, eggs and blueberry muffin that he had piled on his plate.
"We heard you guys arguing in your tent." Riku said with a smirk. "Do you guys ever wake up or fall asleep on good terms?"
Roxas opened his mouth and was about to answer with a definite 'no' when a voice from behind him cut him off.
"Sure we do! Why just last night –"
"Stop talking, Axel." Roxas interrupted, not wanting Axel to spill last night's events to Sora and Riku first thing in the morning. Or ever.
"Aw, did he cuddle?" Sora cut in, grinning at the thought. "Cause Roxas likes to cuddle in his sleep. I remember when we were little and we used to have sleepovers he would always –"
"Yeah, okay, that's enough." Roxas snapped grumpily. "What is this, embarrass Roxas morning?"
"Every morning is embarrass Roxas morning!" Axel happily informed him, coming around from behind and wrapping his arms around Roxas, who was still standing.
Flash!
"Urghhh…" Roxas groaned, shrugging Axel off and burying his face in his hands. How on earth did Sora always manage to whip out his camera so fast, and at the most awkward, compromising moments?
"Oh, that's a good one!" The brunette announced, holding the camera out to Riku to show him. "Look how cuddly they look!"
Roxas was contemplating whether or not Sora would notice if his camera just randomly went missing one of these days, when he was suddenly was grasped by the hips and pulled down, his arms flailing wildly at the unexpected pull. The next thing he knew he was plunked into Axel's lap and held securely around the waist to prevent his escape. Another flash went off and Roxas seriously considered making a sudden lunge for Sora's camera and chucking it in the brunette's beloved lake.
"You guys want some breakfast?" Riku asked, effectively changing the subject and keeping a fight from breaking out.
"Sure!" Axel answered; shifting Roxas in his lap to reach out and grab the plate Riku was offering him.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Roxas grumbled, moodily snatching at the proffered food.
Roxas was pretty sure he had never had a less enjoyable meal. Sure, Riku's food was great, just like everything else the silver haired teen did (Stupid Mr. Perfect. Roxas huffily thought. Not that he was jealous or anything.), and sure it was a nice day out and he was among friends… but darnit if Axel didn't keep trying to freaking cuddle him the whole damn time! When did Roxas ever give him permission to do that kind of thing, anyways?
…oh right. Last night.
But that still didn't mean he wanted it! Especially not in public like this! It was… it was clingy and annoying! In other words, it was extremely Sora/Riku-like. Roxas suppressed a shudder at the mere thought. And besides, he didn't even like Axel like that! Well… the attention was kind of nice, and the kissing last night had been reall – uh, KINDA nice, and sure Roxas was gonna castrate the next person who invited Axel to a cabin party when the redhead had a perfectly good tent party of his own he was already involved in, but… but that didn't mean he actually liked Axel. Not like that.
"Hey Axel!" Sora's voice cut in, clear and innocent. "Are you going to be hanging out with your other friends today?"
Before Roxas even had the chance to decide if he wanted to be around Axel all day or if he might actually be better off with him out of his hair, Axel was already answering, making the decision for him.
"Nope! I'd rather stay here with Rrrrrroxas!" Wrapping his arms affectionately around Roxas and pulling the blonde back into a hug, Roxas was pretty sure this was going to be the most embarrassing day of his life.
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As it turned out, everyone ended up going into town that day anyways. Sora had declared that as today was the last official day of their camping adventure, they were all going to go into town and buying souvenirs to remember the trip by. Roxas honestly didn't think that he needed any little 'Where the hell is Magic Lake?" bumper sticker for him to remember this trip, but he figured he was going to be dragged along anyways so he might as well not pitch a fit about it and make the whole ordeal worse than it was already likely to be.
"Riku, Riku, I want a snowcone!" Sora chanted as they walked down the main road, tugging on the hem of Riku's shirt.
"I don't think that's the best souvenir to pick." Riku laughed. "It's gone after you eat it."
"Yeah, I know." Sora giggled. "But I don't want it as my souvenir, I just want it in general."
"Okay." Riku relented, a fond smirk on his features as he allowed Sora to drag him off in the direction of the snowcone stand. Roxas rolled his eyes. Honestly, did Riku even realize that Sora had him wrapped around his little finger? Heck, did SORA realize that he had Riku wrapped around his little finger? Either way, it was pretty sickening and causing Roxas to change his mind about giving in and subscribing to the whole 'Sora/Riku theory.'
"Should we follow them?" Axel asked.
"No." Roxas responded. "I don't want my teeth to rot out from the disgusting sugar-y sweetness."
Axel looked puzzled at this. "I don't think the snowcones are that bad."
"I wasn't talking about the snowcones."
Apparently deciding not to ask, Axel grabbed the blonde by the shoulder, yapping on about something or another as he proceeded to drag Roxas into a nearby shop, the little bell above the door dinging happily as it announced their entrance.
"Oooh, look at that!" Axel said, pointing to a glass display case of knives ranging from little collapsible pocketknives to full on 'you-could-kill-a-bear-with-this-thing' knives.
"You're not getting a knife." Roxas told him.
"Why not?" Axel whined.
"Because they're sharp and dangerous." Roxas replied.
"Fine." Axel pouted, and Roxas wondered why the heck he was even listening. Technically he could get a knife if he really wanted – all he'd have to do would be show the store worker his ID, fork over the cash, and the knife of his choosing would be his.
"What about these then?" Roxas looked to where the redhead was pointing, only to see rows upon rows of fancy, engraved lighters. Some looked like they would barely suffice for lighting a cigarette, but others looked like Smokey the Bear certainly wouldn't be wanting them in his forest anytime soon.
"Are you kidding me?" Roxas answered. "That's even worse than the knives, at least in your hands."
"Fine." Axel sighed, looking around for something else to waste his money on. Roxas rolled his eyes, watching out the window as Sora laughingly pulled Riku into a hug as the silver haired teen handed over the snowcone that he had bought. Dear God, if Roxas ever got himself into a relationship that was that disgustingly clingy he was going to have to order someone to drag him out into the street and shoot him to put him out of the miser–
"ROXAS!"
The blonde jolted, turning away from the window to look back at Axel, who had just shouted his name quite loudly; most of the store's occupants turning to stare at them. "What?" he hissed, embarrassed by the attention Axel always seemed to draw to himself in public.
"I know what we're going to buy!" Axel happily informed him, grabbing Roxas's arm and dragging him to the back of the store.
"We?" Roxas skeptically replied, grudgingly allowing himself to be manhandled by the redhead.
"Yes, we." Axel grinned, shoving Roxas forward and moving behind him to wrap his arms around the blonde's waist as Roxas took in what it was that Axel wanted them to buy.
"Oh no!" the blonde said, not even able to believe what he was looking at. "No… no, Axel there is no way in hell that I'm letting you talk me into this. I'm leaving. Right now. No, Axel, cut it out, put that down! Axel, are you listening to me? I don't want that, put it back! Axel!? AXEL!!"
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Roxas was mortified. No, Roxas was beyond mortified. He was embarrassed, offended, and above all else, humiliated. And what was the reason behind these unpleasant adjectives?
Axel had bought them matching t-shirts.
And not just any t-shirts, but t-shirts with 'MAGIC LAKE' emblazoned in big, bold lettering on the fronts. Axel had bought the most annoying colour combination possible – a hot pink shirt with neon green writing – but Roxas had outrightly refused, wanting to salvage at least a little of his dignity, and had settled for a simple black shirt with red lettering. Roxas was currently trying to walk as far away from Axel as possible without being completely obvious in his attempt to make it appear as though he wasn't actually walking with Axel, but just coincidentally heading in the same general direction. Or something.
"Why are you so far away?" Axel suddenly asked, glancing at the three or four feet inbetween them.
"Uh… I'm not." Roxas replied. Maybe if he just outrightly denied the obvious truth Axel would be stupid enough to go with it.
"Yes you are."
Damn.
"Fine then." Roxas grumbled, figuring he might as well admit to it. "It's because I refuse to look like I'm hanging out with an idiot wearing a shirt like that."
"Hey, this shirt is cool!" Axel defended, grabbing Roxas's arm and dragging the blonde over to him, so that only about half a foot separated them. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn! Now it was obvious that Roxas knew Axel. Great. Just great. At least there was no one here that they knew or anything. That would be just downright –
"Axel!"
…humiliating.
"Demyx!" Axel replied, slapping his hand hard on the smaller male's back as Demyx rushed up and enveloped him into a hug. "And Zexion! What are you guys doing here? I thought you guys were going on some sort of hike today?"
"Yeah, well…" Demyx answered, looking down and drawing squiggles and lines in the dirt with his shoe. "Marluxia wanted to go do some girly nature hike or something, and Larxene went along with him, I think, or maybe not, I don't really remember. Me and Zexion are just hanging out today."
"Ooh, I seeee…" Axel replied, a smirk gracing his features. "Hey check it out, Roxas," he said, turning to the blonde at his side and elbowing him. "Demyx/Zexion." Roxas rolled his eyes.
"Shut up, Axel." Demyx retorted with a grin. Behind him, Zexion was looking rather smug. Roxas's mind reeled – was everyone he hung out with pairing up? "Besides, if I remember correctly aren't you the one who won't shut up about a certain blonde tentmate?"
Roxas furrowed his brows and look at Axel curiously. Axel talked about him when he hung out with his other friends? Roxas had been under the impression that Axel had simply ditched him to hang out with other people who were more fun, and who could put up with him for longer periods of time. But if that was the case why would he waste his time talking about Roxas? What was there to talk about anyways? 'Yeah, I know this one blonde kid, and he hates my guts because I annoy him every second of every waking hour, and sometimes into the night'? Somehow, Roxas wasn't convinced.
"Yeah, well, you're just jealous." Axel said, sticking his tongue out and grabbing onto Roxas, pulling him close and wrapping his arms around the blonde's torso. Roxas squirmed, not wanting to be shown off like some new toy or something.
"Ew, Axel, get off me." Roxas demanded, pushing at the redhead's arms in attempt to slip away. Axel let him go, but not without looking a little hurt. Roxas's stomach tightened uncomfortably at this, but he ignored it. What was Axel playing at, anyways, trying to be all cuddly and stuff all day?
"Yeah wow, Ax, he really seems to like you a lot." Demyx laughed, and Axel blushed a little, grinning in an embarrassed manner.
'What the hell?' Roxas wondered. 'Since when does he care whether or not I let him grope me in public?'
"Yeah well…whatever, you guys." Axel replied, seeming to have lost some of his usual cool. Turning back to Roxas he grinned hopefully. "Hey Roxie, you wanna go meet back up with Sora and Riku?"
'Oh, yeah, right, cause that's on the top of my list of things I want to do. Go hang out with Mr. Perfect and Hyper McCuddlepants.' Roxas thought. Why was Axel asking him this, it was almost like he wanted to ditch his other friends to hang out with Roxas and Sora and Riku. And what was with the cutsey nicknames? Roxie? Roxas was pretty sure he'd told Axel to not use them.
"Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh… no." Roxas replied, drawing out the first word in an effort to stall and try to think of a nice way to phrase his refusal, but was unable to come up with one. What did it matter, anyways? This was Axel he was talking to, if he was anything other than blunt, it was as though the fiery haired teen never seemed to catch on. "I'm just going to head back to camp or something. Go hang out with your friends."
"But Roxas –"
"No really, Axel, it's fine. I'll see you later." And with that Roxas turned on his heels of his oversized, velcro-fastened shoes, and left.
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Roxas had been sitting on a rock looking out at the lake for the past hour, lost in thought, and had yet to figure out why Axel had been acting the way he had all morning, and, more importantly, how he felt about it. Sure, Axel had been annoying and clingy – even more than usual – but for some reason it felt was different than his usual 'I'm-going-to-do-whatever-I-can-to-annoy-Roxas!' personality. It was almost like he had meant it or something. Like the very first night when Axel had told Roxas that he liked his voice, and Roxas hadn't known weather to thank him or hit him. It was hard to tell when Axel was being serious or not.
Roxas supposed it might all have had something to do with last night. As much as the blonde wanted to deny what had happened, and that he had willingly initiated it and allowed it to continue, he realized that doing so was useless. All there was to do now was to think back to it and try and make some sense of it.
So… he had kissed Axel. Purely out of the desire to get the idiot redhead to shut up, but the fact was he had done it, no matter what the motives. And Axel had kissed back. Quite willingly, actually. More than willingly. Certainly more willingly than Roxas, and he had been the one who started it. What did that mean? Why was Axel so eager to kiss Roxas?
Roxas pondered this for a few more minutes, idly chucking rocks into the lake to disturb the otherwise calm and peaceful surface, when suddenly it hit him.
Oh God… he was the thickest idiot ever to exist in all of obliviousdom.
Axel liked him.
Axel liked him.
Not just in that 'let's-see-what-happens-if-I-hit-on-this-kid' kind of way, but in the 'I'm-gonna-put-the-moves-on-this-kid-in-an-attempt-to-make-him-mine' kind of way. Granted, Axel's methods were… unorthodox to say the least, but now that Roxas thought back on it they were so obvious. He should have been able to see this coming from a mile away. But of course he hadn't, being so wrapped up in being annoyed with Axel's existence the way he had been.
Which of course led to a very tricky crossroads. Now that he realized Axel liked him (as well as realizing the fact that he must have been the dumbest, most oblivious kid ever to have not noticed sooner), what was he supposed to do about it? Axel obviously felt like he had been given the go-ahead after last night's little kissapalooza, but Roxas hadn't even realized what message he'd been sending at the time. Not that there were too many messages that a desperate kiss could send, but whatever.
Great. Just great. Now Axel thought Roxas liked him too.
Roxas thought back to the first time he had seen Axel, and how his immediate impression had been one of annoyance. How on earth could he like Axel back, after everything they had been through together? Just because he had kissed Axel didn't mean he forgave him for all the bickering and embarrassment, for getting them lost, for bugging him into talking to him, and for trying to make friends, and for secretly amusing him even though Roxas would never admit it, and for saving him from freezing to death, and for dragging him off to do things that Roxas didn't really want to do, but kind of ended up having fun doing anyways, and for… for…
Shit.
Maybe Axel wasn't so bad after all.
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That night Axel didn't come home until late again, after everyone was already settling down for the evening, and Roxas in his tent trying to get to sleep. Sora had gotten all teary-eyed watching the sun set beyond the trees across the lake, lamenting that this was going to be their last night all together on his special birthday trip to his favourite place in the world. Roxas had been about to make a sarcastic remark, but had shut his mouth at the last second, not wanting to face Sora's tears and Riku's wrath.
Besides, he was starting to understand why Sora liked it here so much.
Roxas had skipped out on staying up late with Sora and Riku, who were still sitting out by the fire and talking quietly as Sora roasted about five thousand marshmallows. Apparently he was determined to single-handedly finish off every last marshmallow that they had brought for the trip and not yet consumed. When Roxas had checked the food bins while making dinner there had been at least three good sized bags left.
Turning over in his sleeping bag and sighing, he barely heard the door flap zip open, and only became consciously aware of someone else's presence in his tent when the blankets lifted and someone crawled under them a few feet away from him.
"Axel?" he whispered, wondering why he felt the need to keep his voice down. The only reply he got was a vague 'hnnf' as Axel settled in, facing away from Roxas.
"Axel?" Roxas tried again, scooting closer and shaking the older male's shoulder. "Hey Axel, where were you?"
"With my 'other friends'." Came the slightly resentful sounding response, and Roxas withdrew his hand from Axel's shoulder.
"Oh… uh… that sounds like fun."
"Yeah, I guess." Axel replied, still not turning over to face Roxas as he talked to him. "Except for the fact that they already had their day all planned out and those plans hadn't been made to include a third person."
Roxas recoiled at the blatantly bitter tone Axel was using. So far he has seen Axel hyper, and insane, and happy, and embarrassed, and bored, and even scared, but this was completely new. Roxas didn't quite know how to handle it.
"Uh… oh." Roxas replied, suddenly feeling bad. Wasn't being the third wheel something that had just ruined his whole day a few days ago? "Um… that's too bad."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Axel grumbled, pulling the shared blankets more securely around him.
"ARE YOU GUYS AWAKE?" Sora's voice suddenly called out, sounding like he was really hoping the answer was yes. "Do you guys want to come out and roast shmellows with me and Riku?"
"No, Sora!" Roxas called back, sighing as he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Here it was again. The complete reversal of roles that had only occurred once or twice before in the time Roxas had Axel had been around eachother. Roxas didn't quite know what to do – he wasn't very good at dealing with this end of the stick. He was used to be the sullen, resentful one not wanting to be bothered, not the one trying to do the bothering.
"Uh… I, uh, I'm sorry to hear that." The blonde tried in response to Axel's previous statement. "I know how it feels to get left out and –"
"So then why did you ditch me?" Axel cut in, rolling over to face Roxas, not looking happy. "If you didn't want me trying to hang out with you, you could have just said something and I would have laid off. I mean, I get it now – you don't like me, you probably even hate me – but you didn't have to ditch me and leave me to crash Demyx and Zexion's 'date day' or whatever."
Roxas winced as Axel huffily turned back over. Well shit, guys. He'd just turned around and done the exact same thing to Axel as Axel had done to him. Here he was just figuring out that maybe – just maybe – he liked Axel, and this is how he expresses it?
What. A. Jerk.
"Hey guys, I can still hear you talking, are you sure you don't wanna come out and do shmellos?" Sora called out again, sounding like his mouth was half-full of the gooey treats.
"No!" Roxas shouted back again, groaning in frustration as he turned his attention back to Axel, lowering his voice so Sora and Riku wouldn't overhear.
"Look, Axel, I really am sorry."
"Yeah, whatever, forget it."
"No, really I…" Roxas sighed. He had never been very good at explaining himself, and it seemed as though Axel was resigned to the fact that Roxas hated him. Heck, up until a few hours ago Roxas might have been fine with that. But right now all he wanted to do was take back all the 'I-hate-you,-you-annoying-freak-go-jump-off-a-cliff-and-leave-me-the-hell-alone' stuff from before and make things okay between him and the idiot redhead.
"Axel… Axel?" No response. Roxas growled and flopped on his back, pressing the heels of his palms over his eyes and trying to think of something to do. Suddenly a thought struck him… it was an idiotic, far-fetched kind of an idea that would most likely result in him making a complete and utter fool of himself, but maybe that was just the kind of thing that it would take to get through to Axel.
"Um…" Roxas started, not quite sure to go about this. "Uh…" He gathered up the sheets around him (and as a result tugging off most of Axel's sheets as well, seeing as they were still sharing bedding) and cocooned himself into them, taking a deep breath before rolling towards Axel.
"BURRIT – OW!"
As luck would have it, at the exact moment Roxas went to put his desperate plan in action and burrito his way back into Axel's good favour, said redhead rolled over to figure out why Roxas had suddenly turned into a blanket-hog. The final outcome was a mid-way collision that resulted in the two males's skulls to go forcefully klonking into eachother.
"Owww…" Axel groaned, rolling back over and rubbing his sore head. Roxas did the same, massaging a forming bump that was throbbing like none other. "What the hell was that?" Axel continued. "Were you trying to be funny or sexy or what? Because just so you know, you failed at both."
Roxas could do nothing more than gape back apologetically, wondering just how much more could go wrong with tonight, this stupid camping trip, and his life in general. They simply stared at eachother for a minute more before Axel suddenly burst out laughing. Roxas was a bit taken aback and continued to wordlessly open and shut his mouth, before Axel suddenly reached forward and grabbed Roxas, pulling him forward and into a tight hug.
"Were you really that desperate to make me forgive you?"
"Yes." Roxas muttered in embarrassment, burying his head in the hollow of Axel's neck.
"Well in that case you're forgiven." Axel assured him, laughing as he ran a hand through Roxas's hair. "If you're willing to make that much of an idiot out of yourself for me, I guess I really don't have a choice." Roxas grumbled something that came out completely muffled, and Axel pushed the blonde's head up, looking at him questioningly. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I said… I don't hate you." Roxas repeated, refusing to look Axel in the eye. Axel just smiled for a minute, and Roxas began to get worried that he was going to be made fun of.
"Hey Roxas, guess what?"
"…what?"
"I don't hate you either."
Roxas turned his face back to look straight at Axel, but no sooner than he had refocused his gaze he was being pulled impossibly closer, Axel's lips meeting his halfway as one of the taller male's hands slipped around to the back of his neck to hold him steady.
Roxas suddenly felt extremely lightheaded. Making a pathetic little sound in the back of his throat he lifted his arms to wrap them around Axel's bare back, pulling their chests together as he parted his lips, a silent request that Axel take things further. Axel was, of course, more than happy to comply with this request, and quickly slipped his tongue into Roxas's awaiting mouth, sighing contentedly. Not that Roxas would ever admit it, but the faint expression mirrored what he was feeling as well – completely and utterly satisfied with the way things had finally turned out.
Axel had just managed to maneuver himself on top of Roxas when the blonde reluctantly pulled away, ears strained. He couldn't be sure, but he had been pretty sure he had heard something out of place.
"What now?" Axel murmured, lips barely ghosting over Roxas's own with each word.
"Nothing." Roxas softly replied, shivering a bit at the feeling. "I just thought I heard something."
"Hmm…" Axel hummed in contentment as he leaned back in, only able to apply the faintest bit of pressure before Roxas abruptly jerked away. "Roxas, what –"
The ominous thundering of feet approaching the tent at a full-out run finally reached his ears, and as the two struggled to disentangle themselves from eachother, the zipper of the tent was violently pulled open and in the next second Sora was diving in, yelling at the top of his lungs as he crash landed right smack dap on top of them.
"SHMELLOOOOOOS!"
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Hello again my lovelies! Let me first and foremost apologize for the lateness of this chapter. I try to get a new one out every week and a half or so, and I missed my deadline by a couple days, I think. Or maybe no one even noticed? Maybe I'm just crazy and making things up? Oh well. Anyways, the reason for the lateness is because my laptoppy just decided to crash for no reason, so this has been a very trying week for me, computer wise. Just to get this posted I have had to hack back onto my old, decrepit, barely-runs-at-all computer, access this chapter via an old email that I had sent it out in, and re-beta it all by myself while I should have been getting ready for school. And why did I go to all this trouble, you ask? For YOU, so I hope you like it. Yes, that's right, you. No, not you – you.
Yeah, okay, shutting up now. XD
