::-Coffee and Cigarettes-::
Chapter II
Macchiato Mint
When Axel pulled the small blond up from the bed he couldn't help but kiss him again. Just once, really quick. Then they would leave. But it turned out to be a bit longer than he expected. Kissing the boy he'd just met was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He never wanted to let him go. Even though he had Reno.
Axel tasted Roxas one last time, flicking his tongue against the top of his mouth before pulling back. Roxas moaned slightly, he hated how the redhead had to keep teasing him like that.
"Go get your things," Axel said, already turning towards his bags. Roxas just stood there, unable to move as he watched Axel pick things up from the ground and stuff them into a suitcase.
He's gorgeous, Roxas thought, Why is he doing this with me of all people?
Axel quickly stood up and emerald eyes wielded into Roxas'. "Jesus Christ, Roxas. I said go!"
Roxas nodded stupidly, scared at how the wonderful older man had raised his voice at him. He turned on his heel and ran back to his own door, his hands shaking as he tried to pull the card through the slot. When he finally entered what was supposed to be his room he almost felt like running towards the bed, hiding under the covers and never coming out again. This whole situation scared him. In a city he didn't even know, following a stranger who just happened to be the most beautiful being he had ever seen. It was all just too unreal. Was this really happening?
He shook his head, trying to rid it of all thoughts besides following the redhead's orders. Being yelled at again didn't seem like something he wanted to have happen.
So he jogged to the bed, picked up his backpack and heavy suitcase then shrugged into his coat. It smelled of home, something that made him both smile and sick to his stomach. He'd never see his friends again…Would he…? Hayner, Pence, Olette…What would they think? Would they miss him? Would anyone think of searching for him? Would anyone even care…?
He realized none of that mattered anymore when he turned and saw the lean redhead in the door frame. He was clothed now; a tight black T-shirt which showed some of his well trimmed chest adorned his upper body along with tight gray jeans, hanging dangerously low on his hips. He was wearing a jacket, despite his former comment about having his own climate. Roxas thought he looked like some kind of model straight out of a magazine, it was almost unreal.
"You ready?" his voice tone filled Roxas' ears and he nodded, his mouth hanging slightly open. "Good. Follow me."
Roxas didn't need to be told twice. He continued to obey the man and left what was supposed to be his sweet escape behind him.
Maybe fate had a different escape in mind for him.
As the two left the building they threw they're cards on the desk, saying nothing to the receptionist. She gave them both strange looks but decided not to speak up, instead she delve back into whatever magazine she had in front of her.
Axel took the lead and jogged towards a dark red Escalade. "Where's your car?" he asked while throwing his things in the back.
Roxas quickly picked his head up, scanning the parking lot for where he had parked the small Cobalt. He had almost forgotten that he even had the car in the first place. Spotting the shiny car about six cars from where they were, he pointed to it. "Over there. Should I—?"
"Throw your shit in my car, we'll come back for yours," Axel finished for him, already getting into the driver's seat.
Roxas felt sort of uneasy then as he walked up towards Axel's car. Maybe he was attached to his little car or maybe he was just scared of following Axel this time. The line "don't get into a car with a stranger" popped into his head. But was Axel really a stranger to him…? He had almost…
"Roxas. Enough with the spacing out, I will leave without you."
The blond nodded and shook all thoughts from his head as he threw his heavy bags into the back as Axel had, slipping into the front seat. The car smelled like the redhead – the smell of coffee. And sure enough, cups of cappuccinos, mugs, and thermo jugs were scattered throughout the cup holders, some even strewn on the floor.
Someone sure was addicted…
Roxas said nothing about it though, almost scared to speak up in front of him again. When Axel slammed the door shut, he immediately started the car, engines revving he backed up and almost did a 360. Roxas held on to the side of the door for his life as the redhead went way over the speed limit in less than a few seconds.
Just what was so important about that phone call…? he thought while letting his eyes stray towards the driver's hands. A blush crept across his face then. Those hands…the redhead had put his finger…
"Sorry about hurrying you," Axel spoke which startled the small boy to his right. He let a smile drift across his features at the reaction. The blond was like a baby rabbit or something. So damn cute. "You can ask questions now if you want. Got about ten minutes."
"Oh, I…" Roxas paused and looked down at his chapped hands. The winter had been rough on them. They looked nothing like the redheads, smooth and strong. He ran his pointer finger across one of the rough, red gashes that looked as if it should be bleeding when he thought of his former question. "What's so important about where you have to be?"
Axel laughed and let his eyes drift from the road to his side where one of the many coffee cups sat. He picked one up and took a sip of what was left. "Argh, it's so cold…" He pouted for a moment and then put it back down, "Well, I told you. My boss will most likely chew my ass off if I don't do what he says."
"Who is your boss…?" Roxas asked quietly.
Axel sighed then, blinking a couple of times, each time looking at something different as if that would give him the answer to the blond's question. Finally he answered but with another question, "Promise me you're not some undercover cop or something, okay…?"
Roxas was confused. "What do you mean…by that?"
"Just, promise me. Right now. And I'll tell you." The redhead sounded serious so Roxas answered seriously.
"I'm…not an undercover cop, I promise…" I'm just a runaway teenager with no where to go…Roxas thought sadly.
"Alright," Axel then turned to look at the boy and Roxas slowly faced him, causing his heart to race. "I trust you, as of now. Fuck me over and I swear I'll make your life a living hell."
Roxas could only nod.
Axel smiled and then looked back to the road, making a sharp turn that threw Roxas into the window. "My boss controls an undercover drug selling agency. We're pretty well known by most everyone who lives in the city. Anyone who wants our shit, that is. And the police. Who just want our asses. They just can't seem to find any of us, the dumb bastards," he chuckled shortly then continued, "Anyways, its super secrete and if any of us were found out, shit would hit the fan. The organization has been undiscovered for almost ten years now."
Roxas really didn't know what to think. Should he think badly about the redhead? He'd never met anyone who did drugs, he usually stayed away from the pot heads at school and when he had gone to that party he left because there had been weed. It just…was never something Roxas wanted to get caught up in. He didn't want to fuck his life up anymore than it already was.
But, glancing at his hands then back to the felon sitting next to him, he didn't see anything wrong with this situation. Sure his life had gone out of control the moment he had took his Father's car, but while driving to this city the only thing he had been thinking, somewhat forcing himself to, was that what he was leaving behind would never come back. His life was different now, and there was nothing he could do about it but…go along with the flow. So that's what he was going to do.
Axel noticed the boy's silence and was starting to get worried. "You scared, kid?"
"No," Roxas spoke almost instantly. "Just…thinking, is all."
"Ahhh, well…" Axel scratched the side of his cheek with one long finger, "Don't hurt yourself."
Roxas rolled his eyes as the man laughed and he smiled. Maybe he didn't really have "no where to go." He was with Axel, wasn't he?
As the redhead pulled into an almost empty parking lot he reached over the console and latched his hand onto the back of Roxas' neck. The blond froze in his grasp, as if the hand was made of ice and it turned Roxas into a scupture. Axel didn't care though; all he wanted was to kiss the boy again before he got out of the car and faced his nasty boss.
And so he did.
And icy Roxas melted into a puddle in his hands.
Axel smiled into their kiss, gliding his tongue over the other's soft, wet one. It was unlike kissing Reno and more like kissing a girl. But maybe that's why Axel enjoyed it so much. He hadn't been with a girl in over a year. And Roxas was dainty and small, just like one. He groaned and stopped his hand as it drifted towards the boy's pants.
This could wait…it had to wait. Unless he wanted his boss and cronies to personally make sure that he never got the chance to fuck the blond.
He released his lips quickly and Roxas sighed that little girly one that gave Axel Goosebumps. "I'll be right back, I swear. And when I get back…" He let his eager hand go to the boy's jeans then; grabbing what was underneath roughly, savoring the moment of touching the blond. Roxas mewed and Axel grinned. "This is all mine…" His husky voice sent a wave of heat through Roxas that he'd never felt before.
But Roxas felt that heat slide away from him when the redhead released his hand. "W-why can't I go…?" Roxas didn't want to be left alone for who knows how long. He wanted to be right next to his new obsession…
The redhead sighed and opened the door, freezing air spitting into the car. "To be honest, they might just shoot you if I tried that, so stay." He pointed his pointer finger to the seat and smirked, one that set Roxas' mind at ease, if only for a moment.
And then he was gone. And there was silence. And it was cold. And Roxas felt scared like he had when he drove those long hours on the interstate. His heart rate sped up suddenly as he rubbed his hands together, feeling the cold creep up on them again. Why was it that he always forgot to wear gloves?
He let out a few hot breaths on them and allowed his eyes to drift towards the outside world. There was a building to his left; it looked like one of those abandoned business buildings that no one had been in for ages. It didn't even have any lights on inside. But that was the only building around it seemed…Axel must have gone in there. Maybe he really was telling the truth about his drug dealing job.
Of course he wasn't lying. What reason would he have to lie about something like that? It's not like the redhead felt the need to make a fool out of Roxas. And he'd never think that anyone would lie about a job that was so serious.
So Roxas accepted the fact that he was pretty much giving himself up to a man who would be in jail if he only told the police about his existence. Though for some reason that didn't even scare him as much as being alone in the car did. He longed to see the redhead again. To feel his touch again. Breathe his air. It was as if Axel was a drug himself. At least he was to Roxas. He was already starting to feel withdrawals, his small body shaking, trembling against the leather of the seat behind him. Either that or it was just starting to get too cold for him to handle. Cuddling into the warmth of his coat, he hoped the beautiful redhead wouldn't be too long.
As the minutes went by and the snow on the windshield started to hide the world from him like a white blanket, Roxas' eyes just wouldn't seem to stay open. He was exhausted, he admitted. But he wasn't going to fall asleep, not then. He had to wait for Axel. He had to see him again before he slept. To make sure he wasn't only a dream…
But the sheep suddenly started to jump over the snow covered fence and Roxas counted them against his will.
x-x
Roxas awoke to the smell of freshly made coffee. And it confused him. His Dad hated coffee and his mom always claimed that caffeine was the hardest drug to quit. So the smell was never in his house. If he wasn't home then were was h—
Once he opened his eyes all of the events of the night before hit him so hard he almost choked on his own air. He ran away from home. He'd taken his Father's car, broken the rules, checked into some hotel and had met…
"Axel…" He couldn't stop the name from escaping his lips like some animal that had been locked in a cage. It felt as if it had been ages since he saw the redhead and he needed to. "Axel!" he almost shouted. He was in some room, the door opened, alone. And it hurt to be alone.
Soon the redhead came running through the door, looking concerned but totally appealing to the eye. He was just as Roxas had thought. Tall, stunning, perfect. And shirtless. Fuck yes.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Axel asked, eyes slightly wide.
Roxas then felt embarrassed, yelling for him like a child. He could have just gotten up from the bed and looked for him himself… "Sorry I…I just wanted to make sure you were real and not…" He couldn't finish; he sounded so stupid.
But instead of asking what was wrong with the blond, the older male just chuckled and walked to the side of the bed, only a few inches apart from him. "I don't think anyone could dream up something so amazing, am I right?" The smirk on Axel's face almost made Roxas' forget about how cocky he was being.
I defiantly couldn't…"You're so full of yourself…" Roxas said instead, quickly while turning from the redhead, trying to hide a blush that he never asked for.
"Damn right I am," Axel purred while moving closer to the blond. Roxas could smell the coffee now more than ever. It smelled somewhat of mint this time. Soon Axel was turning Roxas' head towards him without permission, lips so close to the blond's he could almost taste them. "Want some coffee?"
"Yes…" Roxas then moved forward so that he was kissing the redhead. Axel almost felt confused for a moment before he eagerly kissed the boy back, mouths taking no time to open up to one another. Roxas tasted coffee and that was all he'd ever need.
While the two kissed, Axel's hand ran its way through blond hair and his right leg was placed on the other side of the boy on the bed. Roxas' head felt light and airy as Axel bit and sucked his lips, growing more feral by the second. His hand moved to Roxas' chest and pushed down so that the boy was laying flat on the bed beneath him. He panted, cheeks flushed pink and Axel unconsciously licked his lips.
He spoke then in a subtle tone, "You know…it's a little early for this…" One large hand snaked its way beneath the blond's shirt, making him shiver.
"Early…?" Roxas asked, as if words didn't make sense to him anymore.
"Yeah, it—"
Just then a loud banging made Roxas jump and Axel narrow his eyes slightly. No one moved until they heard a voice to go along with it. "God dammit Axel! Open the fucking door!" It was loud, loud enough that it probably would have woken Roxas up if he had still been sleeping.
"Fuck…" Axel cursed under his breath, eyes contemplating what to do.
"I know you're in there! Your damn car is in the parking lot!" the voice screamed, banging furiously.
Roxas heard a dog start barking somewhere in the distance and Axel quickly got up from the bed, running a hand through his unruly red hair. "It's Reno," he almost growled, "and he sounds high as a kite. He'll make a scene if I don't answer. Just…stay here."
Before Roxas could even nod, Axel had left the room. The small blond sat up and listened closely, even though he shouldn't have been. It was Axel and Reno's problem, none of his business. Though…it almost felt like it was and he had the right to hear everything that was going on.
So he leaned forward as he heard the door from the other room open.
"So, you finally decided to answer the—"
"What the fuck are you doing? You're going to wake up the whole apartment complex."
Feet shuffled then and the door closed. There was silence and Roxas suddenly felt like he was intruding. He carefully pulled the covers up over his slightly exposed chest wishing he could just hide underneath them like a two year old. Safe from everything on the outside.
"What are you doing here…?" Axel asked, sounding almost passionate to the other man.
"…Don't fucking ask me that with a straight face."
"Alright, Reno. Then how exactly should I ask you?"
This seemed to confuse him because no one spoke for a few moments until…
"Ngh…Reno, get off!" There were sounds of a struggle and Roxas knew what Reno had done. He'd kissed Axel. That was why it went silent…
Sudden jealously flamed in the little blond's heart then. His eyes narrowed and he pulled the blanket down from him. This Reno guy had the nerve to say that shit to Axel last night, storm out of the hotel, then come to his apartment and act like everything was okay again? Just who did he think he was?
"Why?" Reno asked as if it was a stupid question and Axel shouldn't have asked in the first place.
"You're an asshole. You think every time you freak out like that you can just come running back to me like a little fucking dog? Well you know what, I'm sick of it. Go find someone else to play your mind games with."
Roxas smiled then. Axel had the right idea. There was no need to put up with this Reno anymore. He…had Roxas now.
"Y-you…"
And that was when Roxas saw the fat, fluffy cat bounce up onto the bed in front of him. His eyes widened as it meowed loudly at him. And he tried hard to hold it back, but a sneeze erupted from his mouth. It was small but loud enough for the two out in the other room to hear and acknowledge.
"Shit…" he cursed under his breath. He was allergic to cats…
"What the hell was that?" Reno's voice sounded angered beyond belief and Roxas felt like hiding under the covers again.
But before he could, his eyes met with the man standing in the door frame just as Axel had a few moments ago. It was strange because this man looked almost…the same as the former redhead. His hair was the same piercing color of maroon and he was tall and skinny like Axel, just a bit shorter. He…even had similar tattoos on his cheeks…
"Oh god…there's a fucking kid in here!" he yelled and Roxas bit his lip as the cat hissed angrily at Reno's voice. "So I leave and you come home with a kid? Look at him! He's fucking twelve!" Soon Axel was gripping Reno's wrist, tightly it seemed because the slightly shorter redhead yipped in pain. "Christ, Axel I didn't know you were that much of a pedophile!"
"RENO!" Axel screamed, causing the cat to jump and hiss again, Roxas only flinched. Axel was pissed. "Get out of my damn apartment, now!"
Reno's eyes widened and then he scoffed, "Fine! Fine I will! But not because you told me to! But because I don't want to be here when you two start screwing around! You're sick, Axel! Sick! " Reno threw his hand down and Axel let it go as the redhead stammered out of view. Axel didn't follow him, only watched out of intense, narrow green eyes as Reno fumbled to the front door and slammed it shut.
When the only thing they could hear were the muffled barks of the dog, Axel sighed and ran his hand through the long spikes atop his head again, something he seemed to do when he was stressed out. It made him look even more attractive than Roxas remembered. "Hope he doesn't fall down the stairs…" He sounded slightly concerned, as if he really didn't want the inebriated former redhead inflicting any pain on himself.
Roxas looked at him then turned away quickly. It was an awkward enough situation; he didn't want to make it worse by staring Axel down. And then the fat cat jumped up on the bed again and Roxas tried to hold in a sneeze which came out of his mouth like a squeak. He really hated when that happened…
Axel suddenly chuckled and walked over to the side of the bed again, picking up the cat by the belly. "Is Macchiato causing you these sneezing fits?"
"M-Macchiato…?" Roxas was trying to hold back another sneeze, finger underneath his nose.
"Yeah, it's this fat little fucker's name. You allergic to him?" Roxas nodded slightly and Axel sighed, smiling still though at how Roxas was so desperately trying to subdue the persistent sneezes. "Damn. Well, I have some Claritin or something I think. I'm allergic to some kinda pollen in the summer, so I keep it around. Hang on."
The boy watched as Axel left again to go get the medicine then suddenly realized what a "macchiato" was. It was a coffee drink. Axel had named his cat after…a coffee beverage. Wow. But as Roxas looked at the kitty in Axel's arm as the redhead came back into the room again it kind of did resemble the creamy colored concoction. Maybe Axel wasn't as crazy as he thought.
"I got some water out there if you wanna take this with it," Axel said as he tossed a small cardboard box towards Roxas, the cat followed. "You can leave the bedroom you know. I'm going to have a cigarette." He then pointed to the balcony, slightly snow covered as it was he still walked right outside in nothing but those pajama pants and moccasins.
So maybe Roxas really didn't know Axel's state of mind. Crazy didn't even really come close to being outside in that little of clothing.
He did however, know that he felt another sneeze coming on so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sneezed as he sat up. Macchiato mowed and Roxas glared at the cat. His senses felt fogged up already. It's not that he didn't like cats; he actually found the friendly ones quite tolerable, being allergic just caused him to have a grudge against the puff balls, though it wasn't really their fault. At least he wasn't allergic to Axel though. Just his coffee cat.
Roxas grabbed the Claritin Clear box that Axel had thrown on the bed then walked out of the room. He soon realized just how large the apartment was. It wasn't one of the ones you would see some college student living in, eating Ramen and drinking tap water everyday just so that they could pay the bills. This one was huge. More like a house rather than an apartment. It had a large kitchen which extended into the living room that led to a staircase that ascended to the lower floor which Roxas couldn't see but thought of exploring after he took the medicine.
As soon as he found the glass of water he quickly popped a couple pills into his mouth and downed the ice cold water. His throat made a small, content noise and Roxas sighed. He hadn't noticed how thirsty he was and how much that glass of water was needed. Macchiato bounced up onto the tall counter and took the chance to rub his fat, poofy self all over Roxas' hand that was still attached to the glass. He rolled his eyes and pet the cat, fighting off another sneeze with all he had. The feline was kind of cute. If only it didn't make him want to blow his brains out through his nostrils.
With one last stroke Roxas left the cat and continued to explore the house. Little did he know that kitty was right on his heels the whole time.
The downstairs was gorgeous and the first thing that his eyes took to was the grand piano, black and shiny like a brand new Mercedes. Without tripping, he ran his way over to the giant instrument and sat down on the plush leather seat. Roxas had always dreamed of owning a piano this magnificent. He wondered quickly if Axel knew how to play. Which he realized was a stupid question. Of course he would know how to play, why else would he own the piano?
Roxas let his fingers drift across the white and black keys and began to play a soft melody that his Mother used to sing to him late at night when he couldn't sleep. He remembered spending countless hours in the school's music room, practicing the tune, getting it just right so that one day he could play it to his beloved Mother. Though…that was before…he lost all love for her. He never did get to play it for her.
"Holy shit, you play the piano?"
Roxas quickly stopped, his last finger landing on a rough low note as he turned his head towards the railings of the staircase. Axel was leaning over the edge, looking like he may just jump down instead of using the stairs like a normal person. But he was grinning, a large grin that Roxas couldn't help but return as best he could.
"Moderately I guess…" The blond shrugged his shoulders as Axel decided to use the stairs, quite a few at a time though. Still not normal.
Axel shook his head, smiling still when he sat down next to Roxas, hips brushing against the other's roughly. "It sounded great. Maybe you could teach me." Roxas turned to look at the redhead with confused eyes, trying to ignore their close proximity. "I actually got this as a gift awhile back and haven't gotten around to even learning where the keys are…"
"Oh." Roxas bit his lip as he turned back towards the familiar keys beneath him. Who would give such an extravagant piano away to someone who didn't even know how to play…? Maybe he was just being jealous. He admitted he wanted the piano for himself…He shook his head, blond locks shifting slightly atop his head. "C, D, E, F, G, A, B," he said while pointing to the correct keys.
Axel raised both eyebrows, long fingers ghosting towards the keys. "Why the hell start with C? Why not start with A?"
Roxas thought about the question for a moment before answering. "Its not that it starts with C. You just start with Middle C. Those are the home keys. I don't really know, I taught myself to play, so…"
"Wait, wait, wait…" Axel turned again to look at the small boy to his left. "You taught yourself?" Roxas nodded slowly only to give Axel an even more impressed face. It…was strange. He'd never received this much praise before. And it was only playing the piano…it wasn't like he owned one of the instruments as Axel did. "I've never met anyone like you before, kiddo." Axel smiled and ruffled Roxas' hair with a large hand.
Roxas only swatted the older male's hand away, even though he wanted it there for as long as possibly could be. "Well I've never met anyone like you before either," he told him shyly.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Axel looked somewhat offended but Roxas could tell he was just pretending. The redhead had no sense of lying whatsoever.
"You really want me to tell you?" Axel nodded and Roxas sighed. "Alright. Well first of all. You're tall with that…hair…" The tattooed man reached up towards his head and touched his hair, one eyebrow raised. Roxas laughed slightly but continued, "Teardrop tattoos on your face, which I thought the meaning of was that you've killed someone…" Axel let his hand fall then and his eyes slightly narrowed. Not at Roxas but at a sudden memory or thought. Roxas thought it best to continue on quickly, "You…walk outside in this weather in nothing but pajamas and slipper shoes. You smoke but tell others not to. Your sketchy job that involves drugs…and…you're pretty addicted to…coffee." Just as Roxas said coffee, Macchiato bounded into his lap and meowed. He pet the animal this time without any second thought. The sneezing he felt only moments earlier had dissipated immensely.
"So basically…" Axel started, hand cupped around his chin like he was thinking carefully, "You think I'm a tall, hypocritical redhead killer who sells drugs, likes to freeze his ass off, and drink a shit ton of coffee. That about it?" Despite his sour tone there was still that grin placed upon his perfectly featured face that Roxas had to laugh at.
"Basically."
"Well you're a short-ass, blond haired little shit." Axel shoved the shoulder of the boy who just shoved back as the doorbell rang.
"You sure are popular…" Roxas said while the redhead smirked.
"Hell yeah I am. Just wait until later. Sometimes I get strippers and prostitutes showing up." Axel winked and Roxas scrunched his nose up slightly.
He forgot to mention Axel's obvious sexual libido.
Roxas decided to stay at the piano in case it was another crazy ex at the door step. So again he started playing his Mother's melody, filling the apartment with soft tunes as Axel climbed the stairs and began talking to whoever was at the door. Macchiato sat, curled up on Roxas' lap, warming it and Roxas didn't mind for once.
The blond soon was caught up in the song that he closed his eyes and let his fingers play instead of his mind. It was…calming. As if his life before all of this really meant nothing and now he finally understood that it wasn't what he had expected it to be. It could be much more than that.
"Yeah, he even taught himself, he's like a little musical genius."
"I'm not a genius. I just like the piano." Roxas didn't stop playing even though he was speaking. It was like walking and talking, easy as that.
"Damn, where did you find the kid?" This was a different voice, one Roxas had not heard yet. He didn't turn though, he still continued to play, his Mother's song morphing into another one he spent long hours playing and practicing. He called it Haunted Memories. It was a lot more morbid than the former one.
"Was at the Super 8 and he just kinda…followed me home."
Roxas turned his head towards the two men who were now standing slightly to his right. "More like you dragged me along," he said, eyes lidded over slightly, feeling the song overtake his body and mind as it had many times before.
"Oh, Axel! Kidnapping children was never something I thought you'd do!" The other man laughed loudly and Roxas let his eyes meet his for only a moment. He was tall, like all of the people he had met lately. It really did nothing for his small ego. Anyways, he looked about Axel's age, maybe even younger, considering Axel's real age. He had more of a kid's face though and what was with that hair…? It was even weirder than Axel's. Roxas soon noticed that the guy was stuck in the 80's, considering that was a mullet on his head. Though it didn't make him look weird or unattractive. More like it…fit him.
"I'm not a child, I'm sixteen," Roxas said quickly as he turned away from the man and back to the keys. They both just laughed though. Of course.
"Really, I'm not sure but I think I wanna keep him…" Axel's voice this time made Roxas shiver, one of his fingers halting on B flat.
"He's not a cat, Axel. I don't think it works like that," Mullet-head told him.
"Yeah, well. He can be a stray kitty then. Come and goes as he pleases. Oh, that reminds me — your car."
Roxas stopped suddenly and sat up, causing the cat to jump down off him. "Oh shit, it's still in that motel's parking lot…"
The redhead nodded and gestured towards the tall blond next to him before Roxas could make a B-line for the door. "This is Demyx by the way, Roxas."
"Hi. So can we go get my car?" The blond seemed to be in no hurry to make friends with Axel's and rather go get his little Chevy.
"Alright, kitty cat. Then we're all going—"
"Ice-skating! Axel, you promised me we would today." Demyx practically was jumping out of his platform shoes. Oh, so that's why he was so tall.
Axel smacked a hand to his face. "I told you, Dem. I don't remember promising you that. I am not ice-skating. I hate ice. I hate snow. I hate cold. I told you no."
"But Axel…" Demyx started pouting when Roxas spoke up suddenly.
"I'd like to go ice-skating…" He looked up at Axel, big round cerulean eyes piercing. And it wasn't a lie. Roxas had always wanted to go ice-skating, no matter how bad he thought he'd be at it. No one ever took him places like that, not for years anyways.
"God dammit…if you were as cute as he is, Dem, you'd get anything out of me." Demyx looked like he had just been punched in the gut and Axel laughed. "Alright, alright. Ice-skating it is. But only because Roxas wants to."
Even though Demyx had been shot down like that, his former excitement burst through the roof of his flat hair and he jumped for joy. Roxas just smiled at Axel who smiled back, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. The boy just didn't know that his matched the redhead's perfectly.
A/N: So sorry this took so long guys! I really appreciate all of the favorites and alerts and even the reviews I got from this. I didn't know people would like it so much. I hope I won't disappoint you! I just have to say that life is a little more than hectic and finding time to just sit and write is a very uncommon thing for me. I won't get into details but I do hope you understand and enjoy what I get to post when I do. Thanks again. Reviews make me smile by the way. :)
-Quarried Times
