LMAO. The cliché in this chapter! Dear God, what have I done?!
Question of the Chappie: Would you rather play Would You Rather or 20 Questions?
LOL at me trying to make some kind of pun.
And if you don't know what one/either of those is/are... your head must be in the sand. Way, way deep in the sand. D:
(Also: I adore 20 Questions. Hate Would You Rather.)
Written off of prompt #98 Puzzle.
Axel spun back around, his face red with embarrassment, "Um, I'll be back out in a minute, Roxie; I was just going to, um… uh… I was just gonna get you some coffee! Yeah, that it!" He began to wander around the kitchen, obviously hoping that Roxas would spare him and just go back to the couch.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
The blond walked up behind Axel and put his arms around the older boy's waist (and he couldn't help but think that they fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces). He buried his face in the soft fabric of Axel's shirt and whispered, "I love you, too."