Whoops! Sorry guys, here's the real chapter 5! ^_^' Took me long enough to notice, eh?
"You did see that, right?" Olette asked.
"I'm still seeing it," Pence said in a state of shock.
They were staring down the hall watching the spectacle Roxas and Axel had made of themselves. Currently Axel was lying on top of Roxas.
"You notice those two spend a lot of time lying on top of each other... Wait... did Axel just..." Olette trailed off after hearing Axel's moan. She stared startled at Pence before they both started laughing.
Once they calmed down they saw Axel start to drag Roxas into skipping down the hallway. They waved at Roxas as he passed and received a scowl in return.
"I have a feeling we're going to have to get used to that," Pence observed.
xxXxx
"This is my pride and joy!" Axel exclaimed as he gestured grandly at his car. Roxas snorted.
"More like your bucket of trash."
"BLASPHEMY!" Axel cried before hugging himself close to his car whispering encouraging words and occasionally sending a glare towards Roxas.
Axel's so called 'Pride and Joy' in reality was a beat up old car. The original colour was a bright red, but after years of mistreatment the colour was now a strange orange rust colour.
"Axel, how old was this car when you first bought it? And don't try to tell me that it isn't a used car," Roxas asked disbelievingly.
"Not used, pre-loved," Axel replied beaming down at his car as he climbed into the driver seat.
"Old, beaten and battered," Roxas argued while jumping into the passenger seat.
"It just had an extra long test drive... by people who bought it," Axel attempted.
"Trash," Roxas covered the insult with a cough.
"Watch it Roxy," Axel growled menacingly.
So the argument continued. Roxas kept insulting the car and pointing out the many, many flaws. Are car doors meant to have bullet holes in them? On Axel's part he defended his car valiantly, but ultimately lost the argument when the passenger door handle fell off.
Axel determinedly glared at the road, still driving. Roxas had his eyes fixated on the piece of plastic that he held in his hand. Roxas had rested his elbow against the car door and the handle fell off. He took a breath to continue the argument.
"Not a word," Axel cut in strictly.
"I didn't need to say anything," Roxas replied with a smirk situated on his face.
The rest of the car ride passed in relative peace- the only interruption the occasional loud groan of complaint from the dearly beloved can of trash... uh I mean car.
Axel lived in a small apartment on the edge of town. They pulled the car into the parking lot and ascended the stairs to the 4th floor.
Roxas smiled at the familiar rainbow coloured door. Most of the doors in the building were a soft orange colour, dotting the light blue walls. Axel's door however did not survive the Great Paintball War of 2004. Axel, his big brother, Roxas and his big brother all armed with paint guns. The older two were quite proud that they had a plaque dedicated to them. Yet, the younger two saw it as a sign saying that all forms of paint were banned from the building and surrounding area.
Yeah, that bad.
"Honey, I'm home!" Axel called in a sing-song voice as he entered the small apartment. Roxas face palmed. Axel and his brother were always trying to outdo each other in the weirdness factor. Roxas wondered how the apartment had survived 17 years of the two redheads.
"I'm going to kick you out if you say that again, yo," a voice came from the kitchen.
"But Reno! I brought Roxy-chan," Axel smiled as he placed his hands underneath Roxas arms, hauling him off the ground and carrying him to the kitchen.
"Roxy! I missed you so much," Reno cried as he saw Roxas being held like a ragdoll by the younger redhead- the blonde's legs swinging faintly.
Reno put down the cup of coffee he had been drinking and walked over to Roxas, cupping his chin and inspecting Roxas' face. He then let go and pinched the blonde's cheeks.
"You've grown so much since I last saw you," Reno crowed proudly.
"That was last week!" Roxas deadpanned.
"Yeah, but you seem taller," the older redhead said thoughtfully stroking his chin, his so called 'Thinking Pose'.
"That's because Axel is holding me about two feet off the ground," the indignant blond explained.
"Well we are going to go play video games!" Axel told his brother, ignoring the blonde's squawk of protest as he hauled him over his shoulder.
"Okay, have fun," Reno dismissed them not at all caring about the fact his younger brother was carrying a small blond over his shoulder up to his room. Nah, stranger things have happened.
xxXxx
"I hate you."
"I love this game."
"I hate you, you planned this."
"I love this game; it's so easy to win."
Roxas growled. Axel smirked.
'AND BEGIN!' the TV shouted at them.
Well, not so much the TV as the video game they were playing. Dance, Dance Revolution. The sad thing about this was that it was their 25th game in a row. Axel had won 23 games. The one game Roxas had won was when he repeatedly pushed Axel off his dance mat. Then Axel tackled Roxas but he was too late, Roxas had already won.
So in true Axel and Roxas style, they declared the last game would crown the winner. It was almost nine o'clock at night; the two boys had started off playing multiple fighting games, with Axel easily dispatching Roxas' character.
"I win... again!" Axel declared arrogantly as the screen flashed with 'PLAYER 1 WINS'.
"You cheated!" Roxas accused after collapsing on the floor.
"How so?" Axel asked placing his hands on his hips and cocking an eyebrow at the blond on the floor.
"There is no way humanely possible to constantly win in a 5 hour video game tournament," Roxas complained.
"It is very possible when I have you as an opponent. It'd be almost impossible to NOT win," Axel remarked offhandedly as he turned off the TV and packed away the dance mat.
The two best friends were in Axel's room. It was smaller than average but perfectly fine for a high school boy. A single bed with a red quilt was pushed against the right wall with a white wooden desk placed under a large window on the wall across from the door. A TV and Playstation were set up in a corner and the only other thing in the room was the multitude of blankets on the grey carpeted floor- that served as Roxas' bed when he stayed at his friend's place.
Roxas stared at the yellow walls, utterly exhausted after two and a half hours of Dance Dance Revolution. Both boys had already taken showers and changed into their pyjamas - although Roxas had resorted to borrowing a pair of Axel's sweatpants.
"Well goodnight Rox," Axel said as he flicked off the light and crawled into bed.
"Hey Axel?" Roxas called from the floor after a moment of silence.
"Hmm?"
"Why is it that although I'm a guest I always sleep on the floor?" Roxas asked.
Axel paused to think for a moment before rolling out of bed onto the floor beside Roxas.
"Happy now?" he smirked.
Roxas had an identical smirk before jumping over his best friend into his bed, "Yes, I am."
"Jerk," was the only reply he got.
"Goodnight."
The two of them fell asleep quickly, tired after their first day of high school.
xxXxx
The following morning found Demyx, Zexion, Hayner, Pence and Olette all gathered beneath a tree in the school yard.
"So?" Demyx asked.
"We all agree," Hayner answered.
"None of us will interfere with whatever it is going on between Axel and Roxas," Zexion clarified.
Everyone in the circle nodded. Each had suspicions about the very close best friends but since none of them really understood they told each other that they should just stay out of it.
"I guess we'll just see what happens," Olette voiced the group's thoughts.
xxXxx
Two blonds sat in their history class, talking whenever the teacher was distracted. They had finished the worksheet and were free to do what they wanted, so long as the teacher didn't catch them.
"So what do you like to do?" Roxas asked, initiating conversation.
"I really like art. I love to draw and paint," Namine answered.
"That sounds pretty cool. I like to write... occasionally," Roxas continued.
"Occasionally?"
"Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction," Roxas answered ambiguously.
"Yes, because that makes SO much sense," Namine teased.
"It does when you have lived my life. You couldn't imagine the things I've seen, the people I've met, the insane mental patients I've hit over the head with French bread sticks," Roxas explained dramatically.
"Mental patients and baguettes?" Namine raised a slender eyebrow. Today she was wearing white jeans and a white t-shirt.
Roxas laughed. He was wearing his usual khakis and a hoodie. "My mom works at a mental hospital. I help out on holidays. I don't know where I got the breadstick from though."
The two small blonds laughed. They continued to talk until the bell rang, and then they stood and walked to the door together.
"Hey, Roxas!" Axel called, leaving the classroom two doors down.
Roxas waved acknowledgement as his best friend walked closer.
"Bye, Roxas," Namine said timidly.
Roxas turned surprised to her, "See you Namine." Then the blond girl was walking off.
"Roxy likes Nami," a voice whispered in his ear.
"Axel! Don't scare me like that!" Roxas jumped startled by the sudden appearance by his best friend.
"Roxas and Namine sitting in a tree, K-I-S" the redhead was interrupted by a hand slapped over his mouth, which was quickly retracted after remembering what happened LAST time.
"Your maturity is as vast as your IQ," Roxas scolded his companion.
"I'm mature enough to ask out a girl when I like her," Axel argued.
"You've never had a girlfriend," Roxas countered.
"I used to date a crazy girl named Larxene but that was short lived," Axel reminisced.
Roxas scoffed.
"You gotta ask out Namine!"
"WHY?"
"Because she oh so obviously loves you!"
"But I don't love her!"
"That's why you give her a chance."
"It's not like you're any more experienced at dating than me!"
Both boys paused in their argument, realization dawning on them both. Neither of them had ever had a real girlfriend.
"We are pathetic," Axel groaned.
"You know what? I'm going to ask Namine out tomorrow," Roxas determined.
Axel smirked and slung an arm around Roxas' shoulders, "There's a good Roxy."
Author's Note: Okay before you say the part with mental patients and breadsticks is cliché and stupid... It's not as random as you think it is... Something similar has happened to me before *shudders from the pure creepiness of memory*
Haha anyway, Thanks to TooLazyToLogInPerson, or rather TheVendingMachine xD, and Axelbrindle3 who reviewed last chapter!
Ahaha 'spontaneousness' I love that word. I'm going to be saying it all day tomorrow now. And, Axelbrindle3, I have been called freaky many a time but never followed by the word genius xD
Thanks for reading you awesome, awesome, SPONTANEOUS people! ;D