Drabbles Written between 11:30 and Midnight
A/N: Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or its associated characters.
Drabble 12: Lava Lamp
"Hey, Rox! Look what I picked up this morning on my way to work!" a voice rang out as the door slammed on a warm, late Saturday afternoon.
"What, Axel, I'm trying to finish this French essay!" Roxas exclaimed from his laptop, sitting in the kitchen.
"A lava lamp!" Axel declared proudly, holding his lava lamp out. "I drove by a yard sale, so I thought I would stop, since I was early! Isn't it great?" Axel beamed brightly.
Roxas looked at his roommate skeptically through his glasses. "Uh, yeah, sure thing, Axel."
"And you won't believe what Demyx picked up! It's awesome! He should be home soon, I think he got a ride from one of his friends or some – "
"ROXAS! LOOK WHAT I GOT THIS MORNING WHEN AXEL DROVE ME TO WORK!" a blonde featuring a faux hawk bounced through the kitchen entryway, carrying something large and bulbous hidden in a garbage bag.
"What?" Roxas asked, a little snappily, his stress apparent on his face.
"A DISCO BALL! Won't that go great with Axel's lava lamp?" Demyx inquired happily, unveiling his purchase.
"And you won't believe how cheap they – " Axel began, when he was interrupted.
"Guys," Roxas cut in, annoyed, "I appreciate that you want to share your purchases with me but as you can probably tell, I am a little more than stressed out right now due to the paper en Français that is due by midnight by email to my picky professor who decided it was a good idea to make an essay due on Saturday night. Now, if you would kindly excusez-moi, I could use a little peace and quite right now and I swear I will listen to every one of your weird little stories tomorrow. OK?"
"Geez, touchy touchy, Roxas!" Axel responded, holding his hands up in the air.
"Roxas always talks in run-on sentences when he's stressed. We'd better leave him alone, Ax!" Demyx advised, throwing the bag with his disco ball over his back.
"See you tomorrow, Roxas," Axel bade Roxas farewell, snickering. Demyx and Axel were well-used to Roxas' little stress fits, since they had been living together in this three-bedroom apartment for the last two years now as college students. Demyx and Axel looked at each other conspiratorially, and then waved one last farewell to Roxas.
OH MY GOD. Did I use spellcheck? Did I put my name on the paper? Did I finish the paper? Did it make sense? DID I WRITE IT IN FRENCH? were all the thoughts that ran through Roxas' panic-stricken mind at 11:59 P.M. His cursor hovered over the "send" button on the email to which he had attached his paper. Suddenly the computer clock changed to "12:00 AM."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! came Roxas's strangled thought as he hurriedly pressed the send button.
"It's gone…" Roxas mumbled aloud, in a daze. He looked around dreamily, the stumbled out of his chair, closed the lid to his laptop, and made his way to the living room, bumping into coffee makers and cuckoo clocks and the occasional door frame, from which he would head to his bedroom, where he fully intended to collapse onto his bed and sleep the night, as well as most of the next day, away.
Of course, when you have mischievous roommates like Demyx and Axel, things never quite go according to plan.
When Roxas entered the living room, Donna Summers' voice blasted a disco tune out of the speakers and the darkness was broken by the rays of light sent out by a very large disco ball. In the back corner, a lava lamp glowed a funky glow.
"DISCO PARTY!" Demyx exclaimed, doing a little disco move that would never be considered fashionable amongst the ultra-modern clubs Axel liked to frequent. But Axel, too, was getting down and funky, and grooving to those '70s tunes.
"De-stress, Roxy! Live a little!" Axel ordered, moving his hips in a less than family-friendly fashion.
"I am going to knock both of you out in the most violent way possible if you do not move and let me into my room.
"Oh no, Roxy, join us!" Demyx encouraged, waggling.
"I haven't slept in 46 hours."
"You're young, Roxas, you'll get over it. Now DANCE!" Axel ordered, and pulled his friend over.
"You two are dead meat tomorrow morning. You're lucky I'm so tired right now," ROxas grumbled, and started dancing robotically, half-asleep with his eyes closed.
"Oh no you don't! Put some life into it!"
"Whatever," Roxas sighed and gave in. He even smiled a little when he saw the fun Demyx and Axel were having, disco dancing in their pajamas. Those guys are good friends, he thought, as he got into the funk. They want to cheer me up…
THE NEXT DAY.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU TWO DIEEEEEEEE! I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON YOUTUBE I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HALF OF IT!" Roxas screeched, a toaster held high over his head.
Overnight, the "Disco Zombie" video had garnered over 3,000,000 hits, and Roxas and his sleepy disco moves were now an internet sensation.
Good thing Axel and Demyx did not fear death.