~~Rox POV~~

"Hey Roxas?" the redhead boy asked me as I walked back through- there was a tiny slur in his voice from the alcohol, "My friend thinks I've been flirting with you- what do you think?"

"Um, yes- you have?" I replied in my thoughts, this little punk was either trying to play innocent or his mind was really clouded from the alcohol, and I figured- hell, he's not bad looking. I quickly took his face in my hands and pressed my lips against his- not very hard I might add- he seemed shocked at first but then I felt him lean into the kiss.

Barely parting my lips I licked his, trying to coax him into opening his mouth but he didn't and then I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. So I took the kiss a little further and placed my hands on his shirt, moving my palms around his body till the hold on my shoulders changed. He threw my balance off as he pushed me backwards so I landed on the hard bald marble floor, what the fuck? I'd been pushed before, most of the time the other person followed me down- sometimes they didn't- but it shocked me when the redhead looked at me like he was disgusted, why?

I stared back at him, and the longer I stared the more my body began to shake. I'd been rejected before, but for some reason this hurt, my face was heating up, my butt and wrist hurt, but the look he was giving me confused me so much. It made me feel like I was some repulsive tramp and that's never happened before. I'd never been given that look before, I always played it safe- they hit on me and it was clear they wanted me so I'd play along. But he just did the complete opposite...

The way his green eyes stared at me made me want to shrivel up and, dare I say, cry. Before my eyes could become too prickled with tears I stuck my tongue out- revealing my silver and black 'Fuck You' tongue barbell. He seemed a little shocked- which made me feel a little better inside, he wasn't saying anything but I could tell he really didn't like me now. His surprised look slowly faded and all that was left was a sad sympathetic look, which again hurt me for some reason. "Ten fifty," standing up, I held my hand out at the table, not bothering to glance at the redhead who I could feel was staring at me with those kicked-puppy eyes, the little punk was watching me like he was both amazed, repulsed, and sorry. The slate hair man paid and I left, walking over to Riku.

Jumping up on the counter and swinging my feet around I put the money in the register, Riku had a smirk on his face as he stood next to me, till I took his house key. "I'm done," I mumbled as I left, Riku didn't say anything and I didn't bother to clarify. My mind was racing- I felt so embarrassed and hated and hurt- I hadn't felt this way in a long time but it confused me so much how that little punk managed to do this to my brain. Up the red tongue, through the walnut door, and over to the far table I turned on the stereo and blared the music till I couldn't hear anything else, till everything else was just gone, and then I sat on the ever hungry couch. All That I've Got by The Used blared to vibrate the entire flat. I couldn't concentrate on anything- even the lyrics, because I just didn't understand what the redhead did to make me feel so much like crap.

"Would someone please just give me… hit me, and knock me out, and let me go back to sleep… I can laugh all I want inside but still I'm empty…" I tried to just brush off the way he looked at me but it just made me feel worse and worse.

Why was someone affecting me like this?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door open-, unable to hear it because of the music. Riku walked across the dirt to turn down the music before standing in front of me, but I didn't look up at him. I felt ashamed without reason.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a tone that matched the punk's stare.

I laughed and laid down on my side, "Lyrics are written in fragmented sentences," I heard him sigh before I rolled onto my stomach, my knees bent because I had sat by the arm rest and there was nowhere but up for my feet to go.

"I'm being serious Roxas."

"So am I, almost 35% of all famous people in the music industry dropped out of high school…"

"Roxas," he was angry at me but I wasn't going to have this conversation with him.

"Go back to work Riku…"

"Is it because that guy pushed you?"

"Why should I care?" I seriously didn't know why I did. "You don't have any musical talents... you should go back to work," I added, he sighed and then left, slamming the door on his way out.

I sniffled, hating that I wanted to cry, "Shoes…" I wiped my eyes and held my face out of the cushions and instead rested the side of my face on my hands and drove my elbows into the teeth. Groaning I threw my arms forward, stretching out so my hands were far above my head and my face was smothered by the cushion again.

It takes 4 minutes for the brain to start becoming damaged due to lack of oxygen, if I was drowning I would be safe until I pulled water into my lungs, or until the 4 minutes were up. I would instantly pass out as soon as I inhaled the water, and then I'd be left face down in water and, after about 8 minutes, would be dead with no if, ands, or buts. Time was on my side and the stale air from the cushions did nothing but aid my slow suffocation.

"Roxas…" I jumped as I heard Riku say my name.

"I thought you went back downstairs!" my heart was pounding against my chest and I hated to admit that he scared me, my head was turned to face him but he stayed leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked so pissed off, had I been my normal self I probably would've laughed at his angry face, but instead I buried my face in the cushion, turning to look to the side.

"What do you want Riku?"

"I want you to tell me what the fucks wrong!"

"Nothing!" and of course I yelled, I groaned and shoved my face in the cushion. I'd given the wrong answer and I yelled, now he definitely knew something wasn't right.

"You got scared, you yelled, you gave me a straight answer, you're practically crying- that's not the usual you Roxas," I could try to save this, "Roxas," I cut him off.

"Did you know, according to suicide statistics, Monday is the favored day to kill yourself?" when I looked to see Riku's face I knew I probably should've gone with kangaroos can't jump backwards.

"Roxas,"

"Did you know elephants are the only creature to have 4 knees?"

"Roxas,"

"Did you know in Maryland it's illegal to throw a bale of hay out a 2nd story window?"

"Dammit Roxas!" he yelled, causing me to sit up, shocking me again which let him know I wasn't myself- even though I was trying. "Why don't you ever just talk?" he shouted, slamming the door as he left.

"I didn't do anything…" I mumbled after the door shut and I heard him stomp down the stairs. Riku always got angry at me, it didn't matter what I did, the only thing I ever managed to do was make him mad. I stared off, I couldn't get the redhead's look out of my mind. Lying down, I figured I'd go to sleep; I wasn't really that much of a disgusting tramp was I?

~~Axel POV~~

All I could imagine was the blond boy's face in my head as he stuck his tongue out. He looked like he was going to cr,y but then he just smiled and showed me his tongue ring. I couldn't understand the little brat at all. "You hurt his feelings," Zexion told me, "Looks like he's ending his shift early."

"Not my fault I don't care for tarts," I mumbled before taking another sip, my night had been so nice and happy and now I was pissed. Zexion stood up to lead Demyx to the car while I stayed behind and thought, the brat was cute and seemed a lot better than the other people I'd been with, but when he came on to me it was like he was saying: "Hey, hi, how you doing- I'm a tramp so let's have sex," and fuck that.

The bartender followed after the boy, and I wanted to feel bad for pushing the little brat, but he should've been used to getting rejected- at least a little bit- to not go cry and throw a hissy fit when I do it. Stretching as I stood up, I decided I would go to the car and head home, I still needed to get up early in the morning. I opened a side door that led to an alley- a typical alley that led out to the parking lot and was lit with small light fixtures all the way. The metal door opened behind me, but I didn't bother to see who it was. Then I felt someone grab the collar of my shirt and push me against the wall, "What the," the person cut me off.

"What the Hell'd you do?" he loosened his hold so I could turn around and face him; it was the silver haired bartender.

"To your little brat? I didn't do fucking anything!" I tried to shove him but his hands just pushed mine back and he shoved me against the wall again, was this an angry boyfriend?

"Riku?" I looked down the alley to see Zexion standing there. He walked a little closer, staying a few feet away.

"You know this guy?" I asked him, Zexion just folded his arms and looked at me.

"You should know him too, he went to our school. He dropped out when he was a super senior," I looked back at the man and I vaguely remembered seeing him in school. I was in 10th grade at the time he dropped out, he was one of the only kids to ever drop out of our school. His brother was the first kid ever to be expelled in our school, his brother and some chick.

"That's nice," he said to Zexion before shoving me harder against the wall, "Now what the Hell'd you do to Roxas?"

"I didn't do anything! He kissed me so I shoved him off."

"You must have done more than that!" What was this guy's problem?

"I didn't fucking do anything to the little brat," I realized he probably went and checked up on the kid and Roxas was probably crying or something stupid, "Not my fault the brats a tart," my vision blurred as I felt something hard slam into my cheek. He kept a tight hold on my shirt with one hand while the other hand was rolled into a fist.

"What the hell are you punching me for?" I tried to shove him off but that only ended up in me getting pushed harder into the brick wall.

"Don't call him a whore when you don't know anything about him."

"The little brat kissed me when he doesn't know anything about me! That classifies him as a tart in my book."

"It was a kiss! He didn't strip naked for you! And oh like you hate it when someone's willing to give it up to you easily," this guy was really starting to piss me off. Sure I liked to have fun every once and a while but that kid is 17. He shouldn't be at a bar or a strip club, let alone working at one. I may have thought about it had it been anyone else but I'm glad I pushed the little brat off.

"Why the hell do you care anyway?"

"Because he's not exactly what you would call stable!"

"Sounds to me like you should lock him up then," I pushed him back and he actually stumbled but I knew he was going to say something and I didn't trust my back to him.

"Did you say anything to him?"

"What?"

"You know, words?" he made a gesture with his hand.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I know what words are asshole, why does it matter if I said anything?" I could tell I was getting under his skin, so instead I just gave him an answer. "No, okay? No, I didn't say anything to him."

"Wonderful…" the owner replied sarcastically, he mumbled it under his breath like it wasn't meant for me to hear. "You know, as fun as it is discussing your little… broken, toy, or whatever, I don't really care, so I'm going to go." "You should care," he looked at Zexion and myself, "I know all three of you are underage, if you went to school with me you're not even 21 yet," shit, I glared at Zexion.

"We graduated when we were supposed, before you," I quickly lied, nice and smooth.

"Bullshit," he replied with a straight face. "I was only at that school for a few months, all of which was during my super senior year."

Dammit.

"So, what, you going to call the cops?"

"Nope… I've got a better plan." I clenched my jaw shut, "I want you to make it up to Roxas."

"Hell no."

"Then I'll have you arrested," he continued to stare at me before Zexion spoke.

"Ax, you can't get arrested tonight," any other time I loved to get caught. Getting caught would mean my father would have to bail me out, but I realized my father wouldn't be able to tonight, and I had to call a shit ton of places in the morning.

"Fuck…"

"Take Roxas out a few times," gaping at him I stuttered.

"A few?! You said make it up to him, that would classify as one, and I don't want to take him on a date at all."

"I didn't say date! I said 'take him out' you know, to the mall or something? Just hang out with him, you think he'll get happy if you play nice once and then drop off the face of the earth? I want you to fix what you did wrong and I have a feeling you're going to need more than one try."

"Fuck you," I quickly shot back.

"Take him out at least 10 times."

"What, fuck no, stop adding the numbers!"

"Till you've fixed the problem, or I'm calling the cops."

Looking up I thought about it for a few minutes. I didn't have to do anything on the dates- err, hangout things. I could be as much of an asshole as I wanted- maybe if I was a big enough jackass than the little brat wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore- but something else threw me off.

"Why specifically 10 weeks?"

"In 10 weeks is his birthday."

I thought for a moment. "Till his birthday?" he nodded, "Wouldn't that fuck up his little mind more- if I drop off the face of the earth after 10 weeks and right after his birthday?"

I watched him let out a sigh as he placed his fingers against his forehead, "It's none of your business," he could hide all he wanted from me, I didn't plan on sticking around, so I dropped it.

"Only as long as he wants to?" I asked just to clarify, he nodded and I thought about it a little more.

"My friends and I can still drink here?" he seemed reluctant to nod that time but did so anyway, "Half off," "No," "Fuck… fine."

"Once every week till his birthday," he said and I nodded.

"Yeah, fine, fine, fine, whatever."

"Come back this Friday, the twelfth," he paused for a second, "And if you don't show up in five days I'm going to find you and kick the shit out of you and call the cops on your asses." He walked away without another word.

Did I seriously just agree to all of this? Then again… my girlfriends a bitch (that's a reason for everything) and I've nothing better to do with my life.

I wanted all this to happen but I didn't know how to make is seem believable… so I just settled for this.

Good, bad?

The chapters are really going to vary in length- some are going to be short while others are going to be pretty long- I've got it all planned out though.