Buzzbomb / Dead Kennedys

As the weeks went on, the summer fully ended and the chill that was evident in the mornings descended into the afternoons and nights. The various trees and flowers that littered the city which gave it its name began to wilt all over as autumn began. The petals and leaves of assorted colors constantly blew throughout the city like a colorful air show and Roxas sighed as he looked out the window. The beautiful weather was almost mocking him because he was stuck inside the café working into the early evening and so he missed out on a perfect day to procrastinate, skate, or hang out with friends.

Roxas didn't work on weekdays but someone didn't show up and so Axel called Roxas during the middle of lunch and asked if he could come in after school. Honestly, if it had been some other manager, Roxas would've firmly said no without any guilt. So Hayner, Pence, and Olette were surprised when he actually accepted. Axel was a cool guy and it felt more like doing a favor for a friend rather than doing something for your manager. Axel at work and outside of work were pretty different, yet Roxas still got along well with the redhead.

He was a pretty strict manager but was fair and organized. The only time he had lost his cool was when a snooty woman began to yell at Roxas because she claimed that she couldn't concentrate since the music the café played was "too loud". A complaint like that had been unheard of and Roxas didn't know how to respond to it (he really wanted to tell her she's stupid). After a while of dealing of the woman's yelling, Roxas was getting irritated but stayed silent because he knew he'd tell her off harshly if he even so opened his mouth. He didn't need that type of thing to happen at work.

At that point, Axel showed up and calmly told her to relax. The woman had been getting irritated with Roxas' lack of response and whirled around to the redhead and began to yell about "the shitty incompetent employees" and "he's just standing there like a dumbass". Roxas jumped when he heard Axel bark at her to be quiet.

"I could very well have you arrested for verbally abusing a minor," He snarled. His bright green eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits. "So it's best for you to just get out. I'm not dealing with your crap and neither is he."

Axel's normally smooth voice took on a growl at that point and the woman looked stricken as she left the place quietly. The redhead looked tense and animalistic, like someone who could very well break you into pieces if you were to cross him. Roxas turned to him and tilted his head curiously. "Is the yelling at a minor thing even a real law?"

Like the flip of a switch, Axel's anger dissolved at the question and he gave the blonde a warm smile before bursting into laughter. "Honestly? I have no freaking clue, kid."

Thinking back to that incident which happened in the middle of September, Roxas walked over to the counter where Axel was finishing up a phone call with Yuna.

"I kinda wish you'd stay permanently," Roxas stated. The rush had just ended and one of the cashiers was currently on break. Axel decided he'd take any orders while Roxas cleaned the tables (where as Yuna or Paine would go back into the office and leave whoever to deal with it themselves)

"Yeah?" Axel smirked, tapping an incoherent beat with the tips of his fingers against the register.

Roxas nodded. "None of us ever realized how crappy Yuna and Paine were until you showed up," He said. Whenever he would close with Axel, the redhead would give him a ride home and Roxas found an appreciation for Slayer because of it.

Looking over to the door to make sure no one had come in, Axel chuckled at the blonde's statement. Roxas was a really cute kid who seemed like a normal irresponsible high school student, and he probably was. Every Sunday the blonde would groan about all the homework he'd be cramming later that night because he procrastinated all weekend. While that itself was pretty adorable, Roxas would suddenly say something insightful like talking about past lives or the future. Ignoring the age difference (this kid was in high school), Axel realized he was becoming attracted to the blonde kid. He knew he shouldn't be getting so close to someone he was attracted to, especially because Roxas seemed pretty forbidden for many reasons, yet the kid's company was too enjoyable.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, Rox." the redhead teased. Roxas chuckled as he began to fiddle with the wash cloth in his hand. "Listen, when Paine comes in you can clock out and I'll take you home. As a thanks for coming in, alright?"

Still fiddling with the white cloth, Roxas smiled and nodded. "Yeah okay." Even though he couldn't see the smile fully, Axel's green eyes gazed down at the blonde boy adoringly.

As promised, Roxas clocked out once Paine came in. He stayed true to his word simply because he didn't want to be around Paine and her bad mood. He told Axel this on the way to the black Corolla and the redhead laughed knowingly.

As the car started up, Roxas plugged the aux cord into his phone. Tangerine by Led Zeppelin began to play and Axel hummed appreciatively.

Looking out into the darkened sky, Roxas began to murmur along to the song. "I can play this on the guitar," He said conversationally. He began to absently rub his slightly calloused fingers together.

"Yeah? You gotta show me sometime." Axel replied. He actually didn't know Roxas could even play the guitar and the thought was endearing. The kid probably had some endearing look while playing, but okay steer away from those thoughts!

The blonde quietly listened to the song for a few more seconds before replying. "It feels like I'm never gonna see you after this." Roxas murmured, hoping he didn't sound lame or something. Axel was intersting and the music filled car rides home really brought them closer compared to his other coworkers, besides Xion. Axel had also given her rides home when he closed with her but Xion didn't grow her own appreciation for Slayer.

Axel chuckled and tried not to look too giddy at the comment. Roxas probably meant it platonically, but he couldn't help but feel happy that the kid would miss him. "We'll see each other, don't you worry kid."

The two fell into a comfortable silence until Religious Vomit by Dead Kennedys began to play. Roxas' knee began to bounce in rhythm with the song as he bobbed his head slightly. The motion reminded Axel of another blonde in his life who very much liked the same band and that's when he realized something.

"You know," Axel began, lowering the volume slightly. "A couple of my friends are in a band and they're doing a Dead Kennedys tribute show this Saturday. You up for it?" He drawled, and looked over to the blonde beside him.

Roxas' blue eyes were widened and he had the biggest grin on his face. "No way! Of course I'll fucking go, that sounds so cool!" As the blonde began to bounce and go into a ramble about how awesome that sounds, Axel's heart fluttered at the fact that he'd be seeing Roxas outside of work.

x x x

"Axel? Reno's brother?" Tifa asked with a small frown on her face. Roxas decided that asking to go out while his parents were watching tv was the safest option. The two looked pretty relaxed so Roxas came into the living room during a commercial and asked if he could go out with Axel tonight. Solid foolproof plan, according to Hayner.

While Tifa stayed thinking, Cloud crossed his arms. "I'm not sure that's the best idea," He stated with his usual frown. "If he's anything like his brother…I don't think I'd trust him around my son."

Roxas began to sputter in panic. Axel was actually waiting outside for him, since the show was tonight and in an hour. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to Hayner who suggested asking right when he was supposed to be out as opposed to asking days before. "If you ask days before they might change their mind," his friend had said. The logic made so much sense then but then Roxas realized he had been stoned then so maybe stoned logic shouldn't have been taken so seriously. Roxas rolled his eyes at the memory and almost didn't hear what his mom was saying.

"I mean, I think Rude's kept them in line pretty well," Tifa mused, mostly to Cloud. The two were now standing up before their son while their movie continued on in the background. Roxas had no idea who the hell Rude was, but he nodded in agreement. "Elena too, actually. I doubt Reno would go back to his old ways with a girl like her. Besides, Axel was your temp manager right?" She turned to Roxas with a soft smile on her face. She had that look that said she's agreeing to help Roxas because Cloud is too strict sometimes. Roxas and Ventus knew that looked, clung to that look, and completely used it to their advantage.

"Yeah mom," Roxas smiled and nodded a bit too enthusiastically, secretly thanking her. "He's really responsible, we're just gonna see some of his friends preform and support, y'know?" This was true, actually. They really were going to support, but all the in between didn't have to be discussed.

Cloud sighed after having Tifa and Roxas stare at him expectantly. "Fine," he murmured, rubbing his forehead. "When are you going?" As if on cue, Axel honked outside.

"Right now!" Roxas grinned and all but sprinted and flung himself out the door. The last he saw was his dad's surprised face (for once) and sputtering. Maybe Hayner was right. He didn't give his dad a chance to change his mind since he basically flew out the house and jumped into the car.

As he threw himself into the backseat, he wasn't prepared for what he got into. The car was a haze of smoke, cigarette and weed mixed together in the small black corolla. Al Green's voice echoed throughout the car as the occupants did their own thing.

"I…I'm so in love with you," Axel sang soulfully with a cigarette resting in between his fingers. "Whatever you want to do…is all right with meeee," The redhead had mentioned being into soul and oldies, and Roxas was seeing just how into it Axel really was. The other two occupants in the car seemed unfazed by this and found Roxas' presence much more interesting.

While Axel sang (not seeming to notice Roxas or anyone at all) the green eyed blonde girl beside him turned to him and gave him an obvious once over. "You're Ven's kid brother?" It sounded more like some type of mocking accusation rather than a question. "Are you even in high school?" She sneered.

Roxas crossed his arms and stared her down. "I'm sixteen," He stated. He didn't expect the blonde girl to suddenly burst out laughing into a shrill giggle fit. Axel finally snapped out of his singing and seemed to notice Roxas for the first time.

"Nice Axel, nice," She snickered. "Going after jailbait was a real smooth move." She smirked in between sputtering giggles. While Roxas leaned away from her, the lilac haired male in the passenger seat turned around to give Roxas his own once over. Unlike the blonde's, his once over was an observant and polite one.

While Axel turned around and snarled at the blonde and called her a bitch, the lilac haired male extended a hand out to the blonde. "I'm Zexion," he stated. Roxas found it kind of awkward since Zexion had to twist around in order to give a handshake. "Nice to meet you." At least he was polite and calm, unlike the blonde who was still giggling along. She didn't seem fazed at all as Axel kept calling her a bitch and other questionable things. Only Roxas didn't notice that the redhead had a slight blush.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a bitch. Tell me something I don't know," the blonde shrugged. Axel rolled his eyes. "What I was trying to say is that Castle Oblivion is a club. How's the kid gonna get in, dumbass?"

A silence descended upon the small car as realization began to dawn upon Axel and Roxas. While Roxas crossed his arms in thought, Axel turned around and slammed his forehead against the steering wheel which caused it to honk loudly. The three flinched at the sound but Axel didn't seem to notice it.

"Stupid, stupid," He muttered. Larxene simply nodded in agreement.

"We all know you're stupid," The blonde girl agreed calmly, with that same teasing smirk on her face. The hazy car was silent except for the sound of Al Green's voice continuing on.

While Roxas looked out the window and stared at his mother's garden, Axel was mumbling to himself against the steering wheel. As Larxene continued to smoke her blunt, Zexion couldn't help but flinch when Axel suddenly sprang up and reached for his phone that rested inside the cupholder.

Roxas eyed the redhead curiously and listened intently as he held the phone against his ear and waited for whoever to pick up.

"Hello?" Axel asked cautiously. "Didn't expect you to answer, where is he? Huh, I'm actually not surprised. Well, I need you to do me a favor…what? The fuck, how much? Fine, I'll be there in a few, bye." Without saying anything, Axel started the car and sped off into some random direction.

x x x

"Why are we at Ven's apartment?" Roxas asked as he got out of the car. Larxene lounged back nonchalantly and Zexion opened up a book, telling Roxas they were sitting this out. It was almost amusing how the two seemed used to sudden changes in their plans happening. Axel's life seemed pretty spontaneous despite the redhead's laidback, aloof, and almost serious demeanor.

"We're here to negotiate," was Axel's vague answer as he shut the car door behind him. The two began to walk up the stairs into the large brick apartment building. Roxas shrugged and decided that he'll find out soon enough why they were there and how it'll get him into the club on time. As they strode across the air conditioned lobby, Axel checked something on his phone before going into the elevator and choosing the floor. The man at the counter didn't bother looking up from his magazine to acknowledge the newcomers.

Axel briefly glanced at Roxas as they stood inside the elevator (which had actual elevator music!). The blonde was currently reading something on his phone and caught something that looked like a fond smile before he typed away on the touchscreen. Ignoring the weird feeling in his stomach, Axel looked away from the blonde and focused on the small numbers that would light up slowly, indicating which floor they were on. On the fifth floor, Axel lazily backhanded the blonde's arm to get his attention and stepped out with Roxas following him uncertainly.

The two walked through the bright lit hallway (Roxas noted the apartment was actually much nicer than he expected) and Axel soon stopped before a door with a bold 17 in the center. The young blonde shifted his weight from his left leg to his right as Axel lazily knocked on the floor.

A couple of seconds later, the door flung open to reveal a bored looking Vanitas.

"Alright Red, what do you want?" The raven demanded, crossing his arms and speaking in that blank tone he favored. As Axel crossed his arms (ooo, hardcore negotiation tactics) Roxas peered beside the redhead for any sign of his brother.

Axel saw Roxas moving around beside him but didn't dare break eye contact with Vanitas because his wallet was in jeopardy. "We're trying to get to Oblivion but lil 'ol me forgot that we're harboring a minor tonight."

As the redhead explained the situation, Roxas only half-listened and attempted to inspect the apartment. It seemed pretty bare, with only essential furniture. There were currently little to no decorations on the white walls except for a Sublime poster and a small movie poster. The kitchen was too far away so he could only make out what looked like an island so the blonde shifted his focus to the living room. They had a decent sized TV, a coffee table that looked straight out of a thrift store, and a nice looking navy suede couch. On said suede couch was Ventus who seemed to be sleeping. Typical Ventus taking a nap.

"—wakes up so—hey! Control your brat or I'm raising it to sixty dollars." Vanitas snapped, rolling his eyes at Roxas who was squirming around while trying to get a look of the place. Leave it to Vanitas to leave his company at the door and not offer them to go inside.

Wait, sixty dollars for what?

Roxas turned up to ask Axel but almost leaned back at the look on the redheads face. His eyes narrowed dangerously and a deviant smirk crept up his lips. "Cool it, Vanitas. You're giving a sixteen year old his older brother's ID so he can sneak into a club. If Ven finds out we're all screwed, and I got no problem dragging you down with us so watch your mouth there." At this, Vanitas' mouth became a thin line as he accepted the statement. Roxas resisted the urge to make a whipping sound, so he did it in his mind.

"Fine, forty dollars then." Vanitas stated, no longer looking amused at the situation. So Axel's plan was to use, well steal, Ventus' ID and have Roxas use that for the night since the two Strife brothers were basically identical. The fact that the redhead would actually pay with his own money to make it happen was pretty cool. Forty dollars seemed like too much though, so Roxas slapped Axel's hand to stop him as he began to open his wallet.

It was only Vanitas who caught the pink tint that rose on the redhead's face at the sudden contact. Roxas meanwhile, simply stared at the raven with his own deviant smirk. "Last year I saved your ass when you forgot to get Ven a birthday present and you said you owe me," Vanitas' amber eyes narrowed at the small blonde. Roxas crossed his arms and lifted his chin daringly. "Thirty dollars and we're even." The two held a staring contest for a couple of minutes before Vanitas grumbled a string of curses and stomped away to grab the older Strife's wallet.

x x x

"I'm high," Roxas chuckled. The four were currently in the fast moving line to the club where the show was being held at. Music could be heard from inside the small venue along with cheers coming from those who were already inside.

Axel looked down at Roxas who was beside him and nudged him. "No, you're Ventus," he stated matter-of-factly. The blonde looked completely confused at the statement for a second before the realization sunk in that he was using his brother's ID. Upon the realization, the young blonde began to laugh to himself.

Behind them, Larxene flicked the redhead. "This kid is actually pretty fucking hilarious. Sneaking into a club baked out of his fucking mind and he's got a major attitude." At this, Roxas turned back looking a mix of offended and confused. Larxene smirked and ruffled his hair. "You're living life, kid. Welcome to the circle."

Roxas had no idea what Larxene had just said, having spaced out after a while but decided the hair ruffle was a good sign. He simply grinned and dramatically presented his ID to the bouncer. After the bouncer blankly let Roxas in, the blonde basically ran into the club. Axel's lips quirked up in an affectionate smile at this.

"That kid is going to kill you," Zexion murmured so only Axel could hear. The redhead was currently chuckling at Roxas' antics and tried to pretend he didn't hear.

He hadn't known the kid for too long but Roxas' presence was already becoming a necessity to Axel. He had thought that most teenagers were annoying pieces of shit, but Roxas was different somehow. He wasn't sure how exactly but maybe spending more time with the blonde would provide an answer. Zexion had a point though. Just noticing his interest in the kid made him realize that things may not end well but Axel had a penchant for making his life difficult.

x x x

"Drinkin' beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won
I fought the law and I won!"

Roxas threw his head back and downed the last of his many beers (which he smugly bought with the stolen ID) and moved further into the crowd. His ears had basically popped the moment the band began playing. As he bobbed his head along he also felt the buzz go throughout his body along with the strong vibrations in the floor caused by the loudness. Had he been sober he probably would've felt extremely claustrophobic from the small room and large crowd.

Zexion was still over at the bar (his form of support was simply being there), Larxene was finishing up her mixed drink as she stared longingly at the thrashing crowd, and Axel had disappeared long ago into said crowd. The band, the Organization, had introduced themselves at the beginning of the show but Roxas was sure he'd forgotten all their names already.

"You'll meet them when the show's over," Axel had said back when they were still at the bar waiting. "We always go to this awesome shitty diner after their gigs."

The fleeting thought was soon wiped from the blonde's mind as he was pushed further into the crowd. By now, he was getting to the middle of the surprisingly large crowd and all his senses were being overtaken by the sensation of the music. His vision was nothing but a mass of bodies thrashing around and screaming along while the band seemed to be getting louder by the second.

"It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life!
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife!"

The lead singer, a shirtless blonde with a goatee and British accent seemed to be encouraging the aggressive yet enthusiastic crowd.

As Holiday in Cambodia ended and Lie Detector began, Roxas stopped thrashing alone like everyone else had and threw himself against the guy in front of him. Starting a mosh pit was a scary risk because not everyone was into that (even when it's expected) and a fight could ensue. Instead, the guy that Roxas hit cheered loudly and tackled someone to his side. Someone from behind pushed him and he eagerly pushed back. In seconds, everyone was thrashing against each other and banging their heads.

The smell of sweat and various punches, tackles, and pushes overtook Roxas for the entire song.

'Til you're proven innocent these days
No one's innocent these days!
'Cause when you're innocent it just don't pay!"

"FUCK YEAH!" The singer screamed into the microphone as the song ended. "The crowd was getting pretty fucking shy there for a sec." He chuckled. "This next one is for whoever had the balls to start the pit, FUCK SHIT UP EVERYONE!"

A roar of cheers followed this but was quickly drowned out as the band began to play once more. Roxas was screaming as well but his screams died down as he heard the familiar riff. They were fucking playing Buzzbomb which was his all-time favorite Dead Kennedys song.

"Buzzbomb Buzzbomb!
Macho-mobile!
The road's my slave!
That's how I feel!"

As the song began to pick up, a rush of excitement came over Roxas. "SOMEONE LIFT ME THE FUCK UP!" He slurred into the crowd. Without question, some tall bulky guy lifted the small blonde up and held him up with the palms of his hands. The crowd was quick to grab onto Roxas (he swore this was the best crowd ever) and carry him across towards the stage.

From above, Roxas noticed a couple of things. First, his arms had various forming bruises on them and he also felt some stinging pain on his face. Second, the band didn't falter even though they noticed the blonde crowd surfing towards them. The lead singer playfully flicked him off as Roxas was basically thrown onto the stage. He landed on his butt in front of the guitarist with the crazy weird hairstyle.

The sandy haired blonde didn't stop playing as he grinned down towards Roxas. "Hey man!" He shouted. "The name's Demyx and I'd totally shake your hand if I wasn't playing right now! You're so fucking awesome for crowd surfing, little thing like you!" The younger blonde felt disoriented and fuzzy but grinned lazily anyways.

The buzz, the noise, and the movement were still continuing around Roxas yet he could almost feel his adrenaline dying down. He probably looked like a dumbass just sitting there high and drunk on the stage as the band continued to play but he didn't really give a damn. He had worked that morning and went skating at the park with his friends afterwards so he was pretty drained.

So he did the most logical thing (for someone who was completely under the influence) he could think of. Roxas knocked out right there on the stage in front of everyone at a Dead Kennedys tribute show.

Fuck the system, was the sixteen year olds cliché last thought as his head fell back onto the wooden floor of the stage, the vibrations buzzing throughout his body.

x x x

The strong smell of bacon and coffee was what woke Roxas up. Dry blue eyes blearily opened only to immediately shut due to the fluorescent lighting. The blonde groaned and stirred in the plastic booth (he had been leaning on someone and he had no idea who) and itched for a beer or something to ease his dry mouth.

Roxas leaned over and crossed his arms on the table and buried his face into them. Beside him, a cheery voice spoke. "Looks like the champ is finally awake," It chuckled as it gave the blonde teen a hard slap on the back that was supposed to be encouraging or something. A variety of laughs could be heard around Roxas as he grunted at the slap.

Those first few moments upon awakening were groggy and absentminded. Yet, the laughter was what finally brought Roxas back down to the ground (also because he was still pretty high). Five minutes after waking up, he felt as if he was really waking up. The young blonde lifted his head off the table just in time for the waitress to place his order (did he order while knocked out?) in front of him.

The confusion must have been apparent on his face (the entire band was sitting around the large booth) because Axel, who was across from him, chuckled. "I didn't know what you liked, so I ordered a basic meal for you." A "basic meal" was a plate of scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, and black coffee.

Roxas barely got to mumble out a confused thanks (he still was deeply confused and swore this was all some hallucination) before someone to his right spoke up. It was the guitarist, Demyx. "You made our night, kid." The sandy haired blonde laughed. "You have no idea how crazy the crowd got after you passed out!"

The rosy-haired bassist that was sitting beside Axel set his mug down and leaned over with an amused smirk. "People started taking pictures with you, all passed out on the stage." Roxas' eyes widened in disbelief and the man shook his head smugly and turned to Larxene. "Show him, babe."

Everyone but Roxas seemed unfazed at the blonde girl taking out a small wad of money out of her bra. She smirked and briefly counted it, taking out a couple of bills and handing them over across the table to an uneasy Roxas. "We started charging after a while, here's your share since you were the star of the show."

The sixteen year old blonde was at a loss for words as he took the fifteen dollars that were handed to him. Demyx continued eating, the blonde singer was drowning his coffee in sugar, Zexion was grimacing at his salad, the bulky drummer and the pink haired guy were beginning to arm wrestle, and Larxene was still counting money with a devious smirk on her face.

"So," Axel murmured toward the blonde in the middle of everything. "You ready to meet everyone?" He asked with a smirk. The whole night didn't seem to make sense, so Roxas simply grinned.

x x x

It was bordering on midnight when Roxas suddenly realized (or remembered) that he wasn't in his early twenties like the rest of the people he had met that night. No, he wasn't even a legal adult. He was a sixteen year old with a curfew. He was a sixteen year old with a curfew surrounded by people who all live on their own. Way to feel like a baby.

They were all in the parking lot of the diner leaning against their cars (and large van which carried the band equipment) just talking. Just after a few hours of speaking to them, Roxas felt like he knew the band a bit better.

Luxord was a Port Royal native who had a hidden violent streak, used to be in some type of thief gang, and was addicted to some casino app on his phone.

Marluxia and Larxene were surprisingly high school sweethearts and Marluxia currently worked at the local flower shop with Xion's mother, Aerith. Even more surprisingly, Larxene was a nurse.

Somehow, Demyx was both lazy and energetic. He was laidback but also very active. He was a complete contradiction and easy to get along with. When the group would start talking about things that Roxas knew nothing about, it'd be Demyx who'd fill him in or simply include him in the conversations.

Lexaeus, the bulky drummer, worked in construction with his father. He was currently enrolled in an overwhelming amount of classes since he was studying to be some sort of engineer so he was the first of the group to leave early due to homework.

"Damn, my stomach hurts like a bitch," Demyx groaned. All the side conversations ended as the blonde held a hand over his stomach. "This happens every time I eat fake cheese." He mumbled out, shaking his head.

"Maybe you shou—wait. What do you mean 'fake cheese'?" Axel asked, thinking back to the burger Demyx had ate at the diner.

"Hey Ax," Roxas muttered out. He knew it was "rude" to just call to him while the two had a conversation but he had to get going soon. Before he could even clear his throat to speak louder, Demyx raised a blonde brow.

"That burger had processed cheese."

"Yeah, so?" Came Axel's confused response. Luxord, Maluxia, Larxene, and Zexion were now fully paying attention to the two.

Crossing his arms, Demyx shrugged nonchalantly. "Processed cheese isn't real cheese." He stated like it was the most logical statement.

While the others backtracked to see if they heard right, Axel froze before speaking rather loudly. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" He shouted. "Processed cheese is real cheese. It has milk!" He defended.

"Yeah, but it's processed. So it's not real cheese."

"Is this really happening?" Maluxia snorted, tightening his grip on Larxene's waist. "Are you two about to argue about cheese?"

"Even if it's processed, it's still real cheese." Zexion added simply.

Roxas couldn't wrap his high state of mind around this whole argument. He decided to try again. "Hey Ax—"

"Wait, it has weird preservatives and all that." Larxene began as she turned her head to face Zexion beside her. "So processed cheese isn't real cheese. You have to know that, Zex."

"THANK YOU!" Demyx waved his arms around in emphasis, facing Axel smugly.

"But why is this happening?" Marluxia asked, to no one apparently. Luxord seemed torn between the two opinions.

"No, that's bullshit!" Axel shouted at Demyx and Larxene. "CHEESE HAS MILK! If it's processed, who gives a fuck?! If it has milk IT'S REAL CHEESE!"

Larxene crossed her arms and Demyx stomped his foot. "But it's not cheese!"

That night, Roxas went past his curfew due to the argument getting heated between the older group. The next morning, Tifa and Cloud asked exactly why he went past his curfew last night. Roxas decided to be honest and told them about the argument that began between Axel and Demyx. After staying silent for a few seconds, Tifa finally spoke up.

"Well, he's right actually. Proccessed cheese isn't real cheese." She shrugged and continued to take out things from the plate cabinet. Roxas thought he was going to get grounded and that'd be the end of that.

Cloud looked up curiously and turned back to the dark haired woman. "If it has milk, then it's considered cheese. So it's real cheese."

No, no no no no no.

"Cloud," Tifa spoke seriously. She turned back to her husband with crossed arms. "It may have milk, but it's not real cheese!"

The two began to argue so heatedly that Tifa didn't speak to Cloud until dinnertime. Roxas couldn't even think back to what an awesome night he had because he was too busy banging his head against the table in hopes of erasing any memory of that damned cheese argument.

Author's note: Despite it's length, this chapter didn't want to be written at ALL. Feedback on this chapter would be GREATLY appreciated, please. Btw, that cheese argument is real within my group of friends. Whenever it comes up to a new person, they give their opinion and this argument is growing between people.