Sorry for the wait (yet again) but here it is!
Question of the Chappie: Was there ever a point in your life where you just wanted to give up?
Written off of prompt #93 Give Up.
They made it to the car unscathed (something that Roxas just couldn't understand, seeing as how one group of girls looked like they wanted to get the blond to a dark alleyway and pummel him) and quickly got in, buckling themselves up and glancing at each other. Axel grinned and did a thumbs-up; Roxas gulped and looked at the menacing knot of female hormones from the corner of his eye.
They glared back. Evilly.
But he didn't have to worry about them any longer, since the redhead had already put the car in drive and was slowly making his way back to the road. Roxas leaned back in his seat, massaging his temple and wondering if he should give up on this love thing, if only because of his fear of being mauled by fangirls. But Axel chose that moment to lay a hand on the blond's knee and all thoughts of retreating were swept away.