Axel's POV

I went to the bedroom to check on Roxas before I began making lunch for the three of us.

"Hey," he mumbled, looking up when I walked in. Sleep was still heavy in his eyes and voice. "Is Alex here?"

"His in the shower," I told him. "I'm going to make lunch, do you want anything in particular on it."

He shook his head and placed it back under the blanket.

Leaving the bedroom, I made my way to the kitchen where I pulled out the butter cheese, ham and bread and began to make lunch.

A few minutes later Alex came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"My clothes smell like jail," he complained. "Can I borrow some of yours?"

"Yeah, just be quick," I replied. "Tell Roxas lunch is ready while you're in there."

A few minutes later, Roxas, Alex and I were sitting in my kitchen eating when there was a knock on the door; I stood and headed towards the door, opening it to see my other brother on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lean against the doorframe. "I said we would be there at one."

"I just wanted to make sure Alex was really here," Reno said, walking past me.

"Are you saying that you don't trust me," I said innocently, as we walked towards the kitchen. "I am appalled at you lack of faith in me as a responsible adult."

Reno just rolled his eyes at me, going up behind Roxas, who he had always treated like a brother, and gave him a firm hug.

"Hi Roxie," he said brightly, and it was obvious that he was trying to make the sad look, that had taken hold of Roxas face, disappear or at the very least diminish. I remember being very suspicious of their closeness when Roxas and I were together, though I knew both cared for me to much to do that. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm okay," he lied, picking at the sandwich, that he had hardly even eaten.

"I thought Axel was bringing me home," Alex stated, before taking a large bite of his sandwich. I'm sure he wasn't all that disappointed about getting away from me, even if it meant going with Reno.

"He was, but I wanted to see Roxas," Reno lied,, but it was probably somewhat truthful.

"Here," I said, handing Reno Alex's dirty clothes.

Alex finished eating quickly and he and Reno were off.

Alex's POV

The drive home with Reno was silent, and suddenly I wished I could hear Axel giving me a lecture, it would have been better than nothing would, I could barely breath it was so quiet.

Reno wasn't always like this, he used to be really cool, but when I moved in with him, he changed a lot, at first he was worried all the time, always wanting to know where I was going, who I was with and when I'd been home, until the worry stopped and he just got fed up with me.

I got out of the car when it began to slow, not waiting for it to stop fully, went inside and straight to my room, locking it behind me.

I looked up from the floor to my bed and saw my boyfriend, Demyx, reclining on it. He seemed calm and relaxed, his eyes half lidded. Maybe he was stoned.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, in a harsher tone then I meant to, while pulling my shows off, my feet hurt, my body hurt, I had spent the night in jail and in all honesty, I just wanted to be alone.

"I tried calling you this morning, when you didn't answer I got worried," he said quietly, patting the bed next to him as a gesture for me to lay down a well.

"I was in jail," I mumbled, as I laid down next to him, intertwining my legs with his and rested my head on his chest. "Does Reno know you're here?"

"No, I came through the window," the blonde boy replied, frowning. "What do you mean you were in jail? What happened?"

"Nothing just a DUI," I said, smiling slightly at the concerned look on his face. "Just don't tell Reno, Axel payed the bail and all, and I don't want Reno to know."

"Okay," he said, moving so he was on his side, facing me and lacing his fingers with mine. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better, now," I mumbled into his chest as his arm pulled me closer to him. "I did want to be alone, but I'm glad you're here."

I felt myself beginning to drift off to sleep, the feel of Demyx stroking my hair gently lulling me into my dreams.