"Okay, so here's what you're going to do."
"Okay."
"You're going to walk up to him, right? And then he'll be all like, 'Oh Roxy, what ever do you want?' and then you'll be all like BAM! Kiss him. And he'll be completely flustered and taken with you, and he'll have no choice but to scoop you up in his arms and love you and love you and love you and once he's finally satisfied he'll take you back to his apartment for a nice, romantic dinner and then he'll carry you off into his bedroom and love you and love you and love you and once you're both satisfied you'll cuddle up against his side and you'll be so tired that you can't speak, you have to whisper and you'll be all like, 'I love you.' and he'll be all like, 'I love you too."
Roxas blinked at Zexion, who was already flushed from the telling of his tale, and frowned. "Where on Earth did that come from? Were you and Lexaeus watching Disney princess movies all weekend?"
Zexion's smile faded and he pouted at Roxas, then pouted at Lexaeus, who was chuckling silently in the kitchen a few feet away from them. "You're so mean to me! I thought it was a good idea."
"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's a wonderful idea. And if life was actually like that, Zexion, I think you'd be the happiest little fag in the--"
"Roxas." Lexaeus said, tone low and relatively dangerous. The blonde just sighed.
"Whatever. You'd be the happiest little homosexual in the world. Like anyone cares. What I was going to say was, it's not a very realistic scenario. I mean…God…if it actually happened like that…" Roxas trailed off and started staring into space, thinking about the Axel of Zexion's imagination and the Axel of Roxas's dreams. And, of course, the Axel of real life. None of them seemed very similar.
"Aww Roxy! You're blushing!" Zexion cried, and the next thing Roxas knew he had been tackled and was laying on the floor with Zexion fawning over him. And on top of him. But that's just a detail.
"You know," He started, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at Roxas. "If you were my type, I'd like, totally go out with you. But you're a little too sarcastic for me. And--"
"Too young?" Roxas muttered, turning his gaze toward the kitchen but not being able to see Lexaeus given the fact that there was a couch and about ten feet of floor in between them.
"Nu-uh!" The bluenette cried indignantly, sitting up and pouting down at Roxas. "Just because I'm with someone who's a little older than me doesn't mean that I'm totally into pervs. You're so judgmental, Roxas."
"Jesus Christ Zexion, you're acting like Demyx." Roxas muttered, moving out from underneath his friend and propping himself up against one of the lazy boys in the small living room. "What's with this whole bishie act of yours anyway? I liked you much more when you were an intellectual."
"Lexy said I was too snobby when I was acting like that." Zexion retorted, crossing his arms stubbornly. "So this works much better for the both of us."
"Yeah okay, whatever. It doesn't work for me. So switch back."
Zexion rolled his eyes and the pout on his lips disappeared. "I can't just switch back, Roxas. I'm either Demyx-like or I'm not."
Roxas blinked, staring blankly at Zexion, who's expression was now completely serious. He honestly looked like the Zexion that Roxas had met in freshmen year; irritated, angry with the world, and a jaw set that said, 'don't talk to me, because I'm smarter than you and you'll just end up feeling inferior.'
"But you like, totally just did it." Roxas murmured, cocking his head to the side.
"No I didn't Roxas, I have no idea what you're talking about." Like his expression, Zexion's tone was completely serious. It was baffling to Roxas that someone could go from acting like a complete idiot (cough cough DEMYX cough cough) to acting like…well…themselves.
"You're doing it right now, though." Roxas said. "Like…seriously. Are you bipolar or something?"
Zexion sighed and crossed his legs, studying Roxas for a few moments before finally speaking. "What are you going to do about Axel? In all seriousness. No weirdo, Demyx-Like-Zexion speaking. Tell me honestly."
Roxas sighed. "I don't know. I mean…I don't even know what I feel for him. It's like, every time he gets close to me I get butterflies in my stomach and I can't help but think about that dream I had…"
"Well you obviously have a crush on him." Zexion remarked, his expression matter-of-fact. "It doesn't even take a super-genius like me to figure that out, love."
"Zexion, you're not being snobby, are you?" Lexaeus called from the kitchen. Zexion closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Maybe just a little."
"Zexy, we talked about this…"
"But Lexaeus!" Zexion cried, sitting up straight. "When I act like that I feel like…" He glanced at Roxas nervously for a second or two before continuing. "I feel like we're…like…role playing or something."
Roxas snorted and Zexion, after glancing over quickly to make sure that Lexaeus wasn't coming over, flipped him off under the coffee table. "Why don't you go role play with Axel if you think it's so funny?"
Roxas's laughter ceased immediately and he glared at his friend, arms crossed. "You're a dick."
"Oh please. You know you want me." Zexion muttered.
"Oh yeah, totally. I'll make you my bitch."
"You know you want to."
"You'd enjoy it more than I would."
"Whatever."
--
"Roxas, you seem like you're in a bad mood."
Those were the first words out of the his mother's mouth when he walked in the door, and Roxas just sighed and plopped down on the couch next to her. "Zexion is so useless and socially awkward. Ever since he hooked up with Lexaeus he's always acting like such a pussy."
"Watch your language."
"Yeah sorry. But still. I like, can't seriously talk to him about anything anymore. He's always calling me 'Roxy' and looking like he's about to start crying whenever I say something even semi-logical. And he didn't use to be like that. I hate it." He crossed his arms and slid down in his spot on the couch, sighing. "It's all Lexaeus's fault."
"What do you need to talk to Zexion about that's so important, anyway?" His mother asked, turning the volume down on Cougar Town so that they could actually have a conversation. "I mean, I know you've been calling him and texting him and stuff…now you go to see him…why don't you just talk to me?"
"Because it's embarrassing and if I tell you I know for a fact you'll say 'I told you so.'" Roxas answered, raising an eyebrow. "That's just the way you are, Mom. God love ya."
"Well then why don't you call Naminé and talk to her?"
"Because the last time I called her she called me a stupid prick and told me never to call her at school again because what she's doing is very important and she doesn't have time to talk to a retard like me, even if I am her little brother." Roxas answered bitterly (and in one breath!), sighing. "I guess I'm just going to have to deal with this on my own. For once."
"Are you having boy troubles, honey?" She asked, rubbing Roxas's shoulder comfortingly. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"I'm sure, Mom." Roxas sighed. "I guess I'll just…take it as it comes. Or whatever that stupid saying is."
"Roxas, it's not stupid just because you don't--"
"Whatever."
--
Ah, the irony. Here Roxas was, sitting in a room with the last person on Earth he wanted to be with at the moment, and yet he was the most relaxed he had been since the weekend.
He was terribly tense around Zexion because his best friend had been brainwashed into some sort of obedient uke by their English teacher and now he couldn't switch back to the "real" Zexion without getting yelled at by Lexaeus.
He was terribly tense around his mother because she was constantly riding his ass about how much of a crush he has on Axel and the fact that Axel is so irresistibly attractive and that he has a gorgeous body and she just goes on and on and on…
So here he was, sitting with Axel on the floor of the dance room, each of them staring at each other without saying a word, and he was calm. It was…too weird. Especially knowing that if Axel came within a foot of the blonde that Roxas would probably have to go home and jerk off due to how arousing the redhead's mere presence was.
"…to test your ankle's strength out." Axel said. Roxas's head snapped up and he came back to Earth from his little fantasy land, blinking in confusion.
"Huh?"
Axel sighed. "Roxas, really. You're going to have to stop doing that. I mean, I understand that you don't exactly want to be here doing this rehab, but you have to. So stop zoning out. Please."
"Okay. So…what were you saying?"
"I was saying that I want to try a new leaping exercise with you to test out your ankle's strength so far and see how you're coming along." Axel replied. "Okay?"
"Okay." Roxas stood up and Axel quickly followed suit. After gesturing for Roxas to stay in his spot, he walked about thirty feet away to the other end of the room and turned to face his student.
"So remember when we practiced those jumps on the balance beam not too long ago?" Axel asked. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "You're going to do that, except you're going to run and jump. I want you to try to land first on the foot with the bad ankle though, okay? If you have trouble, I'll catch you."
"Oh yeah, that's real reassuring." Roxas said, rolling his eyes.
"Please. You know you're eager for it."
Yeah, okay, so what if I am? "In. Your. Dreams."
Not pausing long enough to give Axel a change to reply, Roxas braced himself to start running. Of course, this being dance and not lacrosse, he had to run and land "…as lightly on your feet as you possibly can." Or at least, that's what Axel said. Whatever that means.
He started his delicate sprint across the room, and when he was about ten feet away from Axel he launched himself from the floor with surprising ease, putting his injured ankle forward and landing on it. Hard.
Immediately, white hot pain shot up through his leg. His knee buckled and collapsed, and instinctually Roxas stuck his hands out to catch himself on something. Instead, he felt Axel's toned and solid chest against him and Axel's strong arms wrapping around his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked immediately, hooking a finger under Roxas's chin and tilting his face upward.
"I…" God you're so warm…Roxas thought idly, thankful that he hadn't said this out loud. What I would give to have you--
"Roxas?"
"I'm fine. Let's go again."
"Are you sure? I think that may be enough for today. Are you sure I'm not pushing you too hard?" The concern in Axel's eyes was genuine, and it made Roxas remember Plushie-Zexion's (his new nickname for what Zexion had turned into) scenario about how the two of them would fall in love.
The thought that followed was something along the lines of, You can push as hard as you want. "I'm sure. Again."
They tried the run, jump, land about three more times, and each time they were met with the same results. Roxas always ended up pressed against Axel's chest, breathing him in, wishing those arms were embracing him for a reason other than for support. After the fourth time, though, Axel told, not asked, Roxas whether or not he was done.
"Take a break, Roxas. If you push yourself too hard you'll just worsen your condition and all of the progress that we've made will mean nothing." Axel set the blonde up on his feet and led him over to where his stuff was laying, indicating Roxas's water bottle.
"Take a drink, catch your breath. We can talk for the rest of the lesson or something along those lines. But we're done with dancing for today."
"But--"
"No. We're done."
Roxas sighed and grabbed his water, unscrewing the cap and taking a few gulps before replacing it in his bag. "Which lesson is this, anyway? How long have we been seeing each other?" Ha-ha. Innuendo.
"About three months." Axel answered, plopping down on the floor and motioning for Roxas to sit in front of him. "It really doesn't feel like it's been that long, though."
"No kidding." Roxas said, taking his seat and crossing his legs. "You must be dying, wondering when I'm finally going to let you get in my pants."
"Oh, you're funny." Axel sneered, rolling his eyes. "It's all just a big joke to you, huh?"
"You got that right."
"Roxas, can I ask you something?" Axel leaned forward, suddenly intent on whatever it was that had caught his attention and fixed his gaze on Roxas. It was weird. And a little creepy.
"Um…sure?"
"What would you do if I was like, actually interested in you? And don't get any weird ideas in your head; I'm just asking. What if one day I came in here and I asked you to go out with me? Or I kissed you?"
Roxas blinked. This totally wasn't happening. In no way was this real. He blinked again and shrugged, his want for Axel telling him to say 'I would let you do anything you wanted to me.' but his logical mind saying instead, "I would probably stare at you awkwardly for a little while, laugh in your face, leave and never come back."
A/N: Okay, I know that the beginning of this chapter was really confusing, so I'm going to explain it RIGHT NOW. When Lexaeus and Zexion first started sleeping together, Lexy told Zexy that he was too much of a know-it-all snob and that he needed to tone it down. He told Zexion that he would be much more adorable if Zexy acted like Demyx. Therefore, Zexion is acting like Demyx. Plushie-Zexion is what Roxas calls the Zexion that asks like Demyx, and Zexion is just normal Zexion. If that still makes zero sense to you, email me at penguinsrule96 gmail . com and I'll answer your questions.
Other than that, I liked this chapter. AAANNNNDDDD guess who's going to make a guest appearance!!!! Just guess. I dare ya. If you get it right I'll tell you what part he's going to play in the story, too. ;D
~Sara