Axel's POV

The more time that went on, the worse Roxas became, it had currently been a month since his brother's death, and the situation did not appear to be getting any easier.

Having Alex staying with me didn't help matters, and I had begun to see why Reno had kicked him out. As much as I loved him, there were nights when I can say I truly could not stand him, nights that I just wanted to punch him and never see him again, and unfortunately, it was one of those nights.

It was one a.m. so I guess it was technically morning, and instead of being at home with Roxas, I was out, at a party searching for my wayward brother in a crowd of drunken teenagers

I understood what he must have been feeling, though. I knew how it felt when the people who were supposed to love you rejected you; I had been in the same position, as he was currently in, and it wasn't that long ago, that I was the one partying all night, making Reno's life hell, but I had grown up, like everyone has to. I only hoped that Alex would realize that sometime soon.

I finally spot him, in the sea of teens, dancing and making-out, in an obscene manner, with a blonde haired boy with an odd Mohawk mullet combo.

I pushed my way over to the pair, pulling them apart and dragging Alex out of the party by the collar of his leather jacket. I did not let go until we reached my car.

"Get in," I snapped at him, after I had unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked anger burning in his voice and intoxicated eyes. I was able to smell the alcohol on his breath. "I'm not going anywhere with you, not after you embarrassed me like that."

"Trust me Alex, that wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it could have been, and I'm not afraid to go back in there and make it ten times worse if you don't get in the, damn, car!" I shouted in his face, hanging on my last nerve.

"I hate you!" my baby brother shouted back before plopping himself into the passenger's seat.

"Yeah, well, I'm not that fond of you right now, either," I told him, angrily, before I shut the door and went round to the driver's side.

The drive back to my apartment was silent, too silent, but I could yell and scream at him, or I could leave it for morning. I was tired and he was drunk, so I decided to leave it alone until morning, that way I could scream at him while he had a hangover, yeah that would show him.

"You don't understand," he mumbled, though I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself, as we stood in the elevator.

"Yes I do, man," I mumbled back, too tired to bother raising my voice even slightly. "I understand completely, dads walked out on me too, remember? Mum kicked me out too remember? Reno raised me through my teenage life just as he is you. I reacted the same way you are, and I regret that now, because something very bad happened and I don't want something very bad to happen to you."

He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but then he shut it again as the doors opened on the floor of my apartment.

We walked in silence, it was close to two so after we entered the apartment I locked the door and made my way to my bedroom while Alex walked of in the direction of the bathroom.

I shed down to my boxers quickly, before I crawled into bed next to Roxas, glad he was fast asleep and didn't appear to be having a nightmare.

In the morning, I rolled out of bed, deciding that I couldn't stay in my warm bed any longer. I hadn't slept to well that night, thinking about Roxas and Alex was stress full and a bit overwhelming, but I refused to give up on either of them.

Going into the lounge room, I found Alex fast asleep, and I found myself near tears at the thoughts of what could have happened if I hadn't dragged him out of that party. He hated me, but I didn't mind as long as he was home and safe. I felt like kicking myself for putting Reno through this.

I sat on the armrest for a long time, watching him sleep. I know it sounds creepy, but I just wanted a glimpse of what he used to be like. I just wanted a glimpse of my sweet innocent little brother, who cared about himself and others.