~Axel POV~

It was strange as all Hell to see the blond so quiet and, dare I say, content. Like the only thing that existed at the moment was his father, forget about me and my own sad, depressed, ass. "Hey," I tried to get his attention.

He didn't even acknowledge me, what the fuck?

"Roxas?" Maybe if I said his name, and spoke louder, but still nothing.

His father was pouring shots down, and the line that was once in front of him was now nothing more than a shot. This guy was pretty much inhaling his liquor, and it was the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

This guy sat dressed like he's homeless, but no stink, and the attitude he had when we first came in was completely different now. He went from being quiet, stuck up, and bossy, to having a huge grin across his face, and now he was joking with Roxas, he hadn't said more than two words to him before this. Did getting drunk really affect him that much?

The smile was brighter on Roxas face, and a few laughs were escaping him now, it was like his father was the funniest guy on the planet.

But I really didn't understand it, this guy was being rude as Hell, he kept 'demanding' more drinks, while Roxas kept handing them over, and there was no thank you or anything from his dad, like seriously? This guy needed to go away, but when I tried to get the blond's attention again, he blew me off. I'm not about to beg for his attention though, I'll just cut to the chase, and he better pay attention when I do.

"Do you want to hang out again, tomorrow?"

"No," well, at least he answered me. But what the hell kind of answer was that? He didn't want to hang out with me now? So what, his father comes around and now I'm chopped liver? That's fucked up.

This shit is getting real annoying though. Roxas keeps handing his father drinks, and the man keeps snatching them to drink them, like what the fuck is his problem? Standing up, I begin to walk towards the door, I'm not in the mood to watch Roxas get stepped all over by this guy. Especially when said blond doesn't even give a shit.

Didn't make it very far though, before I even reached the door I was stopped.

"What do you want?" Even my voice sounded annoyed, and I'm pretty sure Riku caught on to that.

"What, jealous?" He raised an eyebrow like he'd caught on to some dirty little secret.

"Why would I be jealous, Roxas is serving his father like a slave."

There was a weird silence for a hot minute. Finally Riku said something.

"Since when did you start calling him Roxas?"

So what? I called him by his name, it didn't mean anything more than that... it was just his name...

There was no point to answer Riku, because both of our attentions were drawn to the loud man, laughing and stumbling to the half naked girls. And of course, Roxas followed behind him like a lost puppy.

"Come on," his father started to laugh, he sat in a seat and pulled a girl down with him, "It's too cold not to snuggle up."

This guy was a fucking weirdo. Riku walked away, like it was something that always happened, and he picked up the slack for Roxas.

He kept drinking his alcohol and it started to get a little crazy, everyone was laughing and smiling like they were having a good time, drinking and being loud, but it was just fucking creepy. This guy was hanging on all the girls, calling them over to his side every so often, and Roxas just sat there with a huge smile on his face.

"Why don't you give my son a feel, he loves to compare," he laughed, and gestured at Roxas. What the fuck is wrong with this guy.

And what the fuck was this shit? The chick walked up to Roxas and he started groping her! Since when did he like girls? No, I walked over to them, but before I could reach Roxas, one of the girls pulled him on the mini stage, and they started dancing together. He wasn't drunk, so why the hell was he acting like this.

I mean...

I took a seat.

It's not like we're dating, or even anything close to being in a relationship, so why am I getting so angry that he's having fun and doing stupid things?

Sitting down, I drowned out all the sound, and just watched. Roxas had a smirk on his face, and he was having fun just messing with this grown ass woman, when he was a midget 17year old... yet... but... when I was 17, I wouldn't have messed with her like this. I would have just taken her home, fucked her, and then bragged about it to Demxy and Zex, and everybody else... so why was it irritating me so much?

It didn't take long before there was a girl sitting on his father's lap, they both stood up and disappeared out of sight, after a failed attempt at trying to get my attention, the remaining girls walked out of sight also. Leaving Roxas on stage all by himself.

He was still dancing to the music, but nothing... erotic... just innocent little hip movements, until he turned to face me.

"I thought you left," A smile spread across his face.

My own face was resting against my hand, my elbow propped up on the arm rest, I smiled back and slowly shook my head.

"Ohh," he over exaggerated the word, before a little grin crossed his face. He answered my question before I could ask, "It's been awhile since I've practiced, but..."

He grabbed the pole, and spun around it, the grin still on his face. Sparing me only a small glance, before he really got a work out.

Blue eyes closed as he continued to dance, back against the pole, his hands moved everywhere over his body, but every movement looked as effortless as breathing.

I couldn't help but stare, the way he rolled his hips, fingers running through his hair, all while he almost motionlessly turned around to now be face the pole. All of his movements flowed together like magic, the way he made his body move so slowly, yet, gracefully. There was a talent there, and every part of me noticed, including the parts in my pants.

If he was trying to seduce me, it was working, even before he started to slide towards me, his finger in his mouth. His movements were so capturing, i hadn't even noticed my breathing was now heavy. And when he finally made it over to me, sitting on my lap weightlessly, there was no hiding just how much he was doing to me.

A graceful smile spread across his face, as he leaned in, "Did I cause a problem?" Of course he said it in the most seductive way possible.

Before I could give an answer, not that my mind was even working yet, his father stumbled back into the area, and began to speak. "A dozen girls in here, and of course, you go after the one person who looks like a girl, but isn't."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Standing up, so fast Roxas held on for a minute before sliding back on to his own feet. His father was either full of crude humor, or he wanted to start a fight. And I was ready.

He slowly took a sip from the liquor bottle he'd acquired, "Exactly what it sounds like." He gestured to his son, "Sleeps without about anything that moves... as long as it's got a dick."

I couldn't help myself.

Pushing the man back, his bottle hit the ground so hard it sounded like it might break, he attempted to sit up from his now horizontal position, but I didn't give him the chance to speak.

"What kind of fucking parent are you? Your son is 17, working in a bar! Working around half naked chicks and drunk creeps! And in all this time, I've never, once, seen you around! Roxas should still be in school, not working a full time job. Not be waiting on your ungrateful ass hand and foot without so much as a 'Hello'! Yet you want to criticize him for his personal life! He's his own person, and you may be his father, but that doesn't mean shit when it comes to how he lives his life!"

His father opened his mouth, staggering to his feet, but if any other word than 'sorry' came out of his mouth, I'd be leaving in a police car. As I yelled 'fuck', I turned around, grabbing Roxas' arm and pulling him with me. It wasn't till we reached outside that I realized Roxas was fighting me.

"Axel, what are you doing!" It wasn't so much a question, but the number of times he repeated it, I wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't screamed it.

He yanked his arm away from me, stepping back. I was in some sort of shock, and it wasn't till Roxas spoke that I noticed the tears in his eyes. "What are you doing?" His voice was gentle, quiet, "That's my father..."

"He's treating you like shit!" I shouldn't have yelled back.

"Coming from someone who doesn't even give a shit about me."

And there was that shock again. Roxas turned around, going back inside, and I was left frozen on the sidewalk. What was I doing?

I guess it didn't matter, because in the end, Roxas chose his father over me.

It pissed me off, and i really didn't care why. I didn't care to figure out the source of my anger or any of that other stupid bullshit, I just wanted to walk away leave it all behind me in that bar.

His father didn't give a shit about him, yet he was still going along with everything that his father said. I mean, he felt a bitch's chest just because his father mentioned it.

That's not Roxas... none of that was.

But... maybe it was, I didn't know Roxas like that...

Demyx and Zex were still gone, so much for their whole 'won't be gone long', so the only place I really had to go was home...

As i walked in the door, i heard my brother running around, my father yelling, and nothing from my mother. Everything was normal like always. I started to walk to my room, but was stopped on the stairs.

My father yelled up to me, "Look your best next Monday," I didn't bother to stick around for the rest. He'd managed to set up a college 'interview' with one of his favorite colleges, just to keep me in his perfect family image...

I could jump off a bridge and die and he'd still make the family sound perfect.

Crashing on my bed, I threw my arm over my face.

I was just like fucking Roxas.

'Just' making my father happy in the end.

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I'm a terrible person, it shouldn't have taken this long to write almost nothing, and I'm just ridiculous.

sorry for the lateness and sorry it's so fucking short. But, this was all I planned for this chapter, and when I start trying to expand things, it becomes even more of a train wreck.

I feel like shit, I'm just... so fucking done. With everything. just... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck. Just... done

Uploaded: April 27th, 2017