Drabbles Written between 11:30 and Midnight

"OMG. I love track!" Axel exclaimed.

A/N: Ok. I'm awake now. Time to get serious.

*snores*

*jolts awake*

Ahem! Ok. Serious. For realz. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its affiliated characters.

*snore*

The challenge: Axel. Hurdles. In the hallway.

Oh yeah.

It was Axel. With hurdles. In the hallway.

Ok that was my sister's little Clue joke. You know, the board game? Ya? Haha?

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Ok seriously on with the story/drabble/thing.

Drabble 4: Axel Loves Track and Field

Silence.

Then – snore.

Silence.

Then – tap tap tap!

"Wake up! Hey! Axel! Wake up!" The distant voice barely registers in the sleepy redhead's mind, for his consciousness still drifts in dreams.

"…" The redhead mumbles something unintelligible in his half-sleep, and unleashes a lazy yawn.

"AXEL. GET UP!" the male voice screeches from somewhere outside the window, and the red-headed Axel turns in his sleep.

He hears a tap tap tap in his dream.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap –

"RAWR!" Axel rawrs, and sits up in bed. He looks around hazily, rubbing one bleary eye.

"Whaaa – " he blinks, his dreams and his screech forgotten. The tap! Of a rock hitting his window attracts his attention and he scrambles out of bed, running a hand through his mussed hair.

Seeing his best friend, Roxas, standing outside on the ground two floors below, Axel opens the windows and shields his eyes with one hand from the bright morning sun. Regaining some thought processes, Axel calls confusedly, "Roxas?"

"Hurry up, doofus, or we'll miss the track tryouts!" Axel's blonde-haired friend yells, warningly.

"But – it's – " Axel looks at the clock and yelps. "Gah! Why didn't you just come inside and wake me up earlier?"

"Do you really think I'm going to walk into that deathtrap you call a house?" Roxas inquires skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "You've got hurdles set up everywhere. Even on the stairs. I'd die trying to get to your room. "

"Hey - practice practice practice! I've got to make the team!" Axel replies, a bit miffed that if his friend had just come to his room he probably would have ten extra minutes to prepare. Although, Axel thinks, I guess there's nobody home except me to let him in.

"Whatever! Just get ready!" Roxas scolds, turning away and walking towards the front of Axel's house

Axel scrambles to gather his gym clothes, brushes his teeth hastily and runs out of his room, jumps three hurdles in succession down to the first floor, leaps over the hurdle blocking the entryway to the kitchen, clears the two between him and his morning coffee, and soars over the three more before he reaches the front door, making the athletic task seem effortless as he jumps over the last one set up along the walk way outside.

"Jeez, Axel," Roxas comments, staring, "Think you take this seriously enough?"

Axel just smirks and unlocks the doors to his car. Roxas slides into the passenger seat as Axel takes the wheel.

*!*!*

"Think I'll make it?" Axel asks Roxas nervously as they park in the student lot.

"Duh." Roxas rolls his eyes. "I don't know anyone who actually put hurdles in his house."

"Heh," Axel laughs sheepishly. The two exit the car and jog over to the track.

"Good luck with your race, Roxas!" Axel calls, waving goodbye to his friend as they part ways at the track.

"Thanks. You too," Roxas sends Axel a firm nod and runs off to join the other tryouts.

Axel sighs, internally and aloud. "Here we go," he whispered to no one, and does a little disco move to build up his self confidence.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a cloaked stranger carrying a disco ball appears, crying, "Let's boogie!"

*snores*

Whoops! Looks like I fell half asleep again! *pinches arm* Wake up, ilovefetamorethanyou, wake up!

OK back to the story ~~~!

So Axel does a little disco-esque swing of his hips to calm his nerves.

"Time to boogie, baby," he whispers, and heads confidently over to the hurdle area.

*!*!*

"How did it go?" Roxas asks at the end of the day, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. The two drive home in Axel's car after the strenuous Saturday morning tryouts.

"I jumped every hurdle perfectly!" Axel voices triumphantly, "As expected."

"Uh-huh," Roxas agrees sarcastic ally, "Peeeerfect. Can't even get up in the morning on your own."

Axel whacks Roxas on the shoulder lightly.

"Hey!" Roxas exclaims, rubbing his shoulder.

"And how about you, Mr. Criticism?" Axel sneers, glaring at Roxas.

"I made record time," Roxas informs smugly, satisfaction on his face.

"Whaaaaaaaaatever. Big deal." Axel stops the car in his driveway. "I could beat you any day."

"Oh yeah, Mr. Hurdle?" Roxas challenges, "Let's see you try to run a race against me and my lightning speed."

"Fine. Let's race. Last one to my room has to buy ice cream for the other."

"No way," Roxas flat out refuses, "I bet you haven't taken the hurdles out yet. There is no way I am killing myself over some delicious, tasty, mouthwatering… wait, sea salt ice cream?" Roxas inquired, tilting his head questioningly.

"You bet."

"You're on!"

Please excuse any inaccuracies. I know nothing about track and field.

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