Angst ahoy mateys, I really hope you're ready…
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"Nnngh…" The awakening boy groaned, rubbing his aching noggin and the array of blonde hair on top of his skull. "Holy shit taco my head fucking hurts…"
"I wonder why?" A fatigued voice sighed from next to the bed. Axel rubbed his striking green orbs in a futile attempt to hide the dark circles sagging under them.
"Wow, Ax. You look like shit." Dem stood up from the bed, but he sat right back down again as his head began to swim.
"Again; I wonder why?" He snapped from the fold out lawn chair he had placed next to his bed. Standing up, he headed over to the drawn blinds and wrenched them open, revealing midday sun to shoot through the window and over the room. The act caused Demyx to shrink back and throw a forearm over his eyes as the headache increased tenfold. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty."
"Ax? Axel what's wrong with you?" He stood up and felt his way over to the exit where the red head had already left and uncovered his eyes, relieved to find that the rest of the apartment was dim.
"Well maybe it's the fact that I'm just some guy…Or! Or! That I'm not really gay? That might be it." He seethed as he turned around to the, used to be white but now was more of an unappetizing gray colour, coffee pot and awaiting mug. After he poured, he handed it to Demyx, who drank it without objection. His face scrunched at the bitter taste of the black drink, but continued to down it. His head cleared a bit but his head was still throbbing.
"What are you talking about, Axel? I have no idea what you-Oh…" He began to rant but then stopped himself. His slightly freckled over face flushed a deep beet colour in embarrassment and shame.
"Yeah 'Oh'." He stumbled over to the couch and flopped down, belly first. The cushions sagged, almost to the floor a the new wait and Axel sighed and sat up again. Rubbing his tired eyes with both thumbs he looked over to Demyx who was still standing in the kitchen as he waited for the stars and blackness to clear from the sides of his vision. "I am so fucking tired." He said bluntly.
"You didn't have to stay up all night to keep an eye on me you know…" Dem mumbled in an attempt to be humble.
"Of course I did. I wanted to make sure you didn't die. You know, suddenly stop breathing or unconsciously choking on your own vomit. Things like that…"
Demyx turned green and his stomach turned as Axel mentioned the word 'vomit'. It reminded him that he really needed to.
"Oh…"
"Yeah, whatever. I've done it before. All old news to me…" He crossed his arms and turned his head to the window. He failed to pretend to look out of it though, considering that the drawn blinds were an immediately obstacle in the path of his sight.
"Axel…" The blonde walked over to sit next to his friend. (Actually, he wasn't sure where their relationship status stood at this point…) "I'm sorry for whatever I said. I didn't mean it, and you know that. I can't control what I'm saying when I'm drunk…it all just kinda…slips out…"
"Well why didn't you tell me you were a complete lightweight?! If I had known that I would've taken you to a…church or something! The Enix is the hardest bar in the city! They pretty much sell pre-roofied drinks to minors!" He suddenly shouted as he standing up, intimidating Demyx and causing him to shrink back. He clenched and unclenched his fists as his head swam from rage and the odd feeling you get when you stand up too fast. (Have you ever gotten that? Not fun, I can tell you that…)
"I don't know, Ax…You were super excited to show me your 'home away from home' that I didn't really wanna say no to you…" Guilt overwhelmed his system and he looked away sadly as a tear escaped his left cerulean eye.
The taller man sighed loudly and exasperatedly, gripping the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "You'd better go. Change or something, you're smelling pretty rank."
"Oh come on Axel, you promised you wouldn't get all angsty on me."
"I didn't do it first this time." He pointed out as he clenched his eyes shut tightly.
"Axel please." Déjà vu flooded his mind as he remembered him doing the exact same thing, pleading, only a few days ago. "I'm sorry."
The tattooed man turned to face his friend and held his gaze, emerald to sea foam, for a moment, before the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile before spreading into a full blown grin.
"Fine. But I swear, I'm never taking you drinking again…"
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Angstier than usual dontcha think...? ANYWAYS! Huzzah! Another chapter, DONE! Sorry it was so short, but I honestly think that the fact I used the word 'noggin' in the second sentence makes up for it, Yes? Did you spot the angst? I sure did…But I promise that chapter 10 will be void of angst, savvy? Axel can't resist Demyx's pouty face…it just doesn't happen. And I do apologize again that it's a bit shorter than usual. I decided that the massive amount of angsty gay people made up for it as well...
~Emmy