... I actually feel bad for torturing Roxie like this. XD
Written off of prompt #12 Insanity.
Two months.
Two fucking months of waiting.
God.
When the hell was he going to call back?!
Roxas paced about his room, thinking that he might go insane if that phone didn't ring right then and there.
And it… didn't. Because that would have been so utterly cliché and happy that it just couldn't happen to Roxas. Oh no.
"Aaaagh!" The blond grabbed hold of his hair, tugging at it, anger radiating off of him. If Axel didn't call him during the next week, Roxas would seriously have to go into creepy stalker mode, hunt him down, and beat some common sense into the older man.