Well, someone made this little one-shot something, so now. I'm going to continue with another one-shot. First it was Demyx, and now it's Axel. –TORTURETORTURE. –

Someone said they couldn't see Axel working at McDonald's. This is how I prove that you can indeed see him working there.

(First Person POV; whoever cares to read.)

This is not fair. Nothing about this situation is fair. I'm 17. I should have a good life, a good, teenage life that consists of hanging out with friends, partying, messing around, and getting in trouble. But I can't have that. I need to have a job before I have a good life, then maybe that life might be better than good.

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and went up the blackened gum steps. I look up at the building with a dark, twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach. I swallow and raise a hand up, pushing through the 'Push-or-pull' door in quick motion. The rush of grease product smells slammed me in the face; I choked back a cough as my eyes watered at the slightest. I moved quickly, like on a mission, my shoes sticking to random dried puddles of Pepsi or some other kind of sugary soda. Around the corner, through a back door right between the men and women bathrooms, and into the mysterious back and sure enough I made it.

Fellow employees on "breaks" looked up from their cards or newspaper, nodded at me, and went back to their business. My mouth didn't inch a smile. I didn't want to make friends with these people. It's not fair that I have to work at this greasy place and not across the street at the nicer restaurant. However, I couldn't complain that much. From the looks of the oldest coworker, I could tell that this job would help you survive, but not by much.

A few minutes later, they were gone, back to work, and I was behind them, dressed in attire red. I worked the drive-thru, probably the worst shift and most hassled area. And by God, I always, everyday, got a crazy one.

"... What do you MEAN I only ordered one large fries?! I said two. TWO!"

Oh, here we go.

"Look ma'am, I'm sorry, but you never said anything about another large fries."

The customer knows that complaining about something will get them free food, no matter how stupid it is. However, I'm not a pushover. And I have good hearing. I know what she said.

"I know for fuc-"

"Ma'am, I do not appreciate fowl language."

Personally, I didn't care. But policy was to keep a customer calm. That was rule number six in the top ten things to succeed in working at Mc-

"I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUC-"

"Ma'am, let me get my manager."

I slammed the window shut and looked back at my friend at the front counter, making an order. I sighed at her bouncy smile; a fake plaster of 'THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT' was right on her face. I looked away, to the back. No sign of boss Saix. I heard a noise and looked back out the window.

She had got out of her car. She was slamming her fists on the window. She was also barely seen over the metal counter propped out of the wall. I only saw her little fists and the top of part of her face and head.

"U-uh…" She started screaming now.

My friend looked at the window and I quickly stood in front of it, facing the woman. I waved my hands, hoping to make that stop her. She only got louder. Cars behind her little Oldsmobile started honking. People were getting angry. Everyone else in the joint started to stare.

"Okay, okay. Let me handle the little thing." A flash of red and a quick push, I was nudged out of the way, left to watch. I blinked, never seeing this character before. I had also never seen such tall hair and of such… Red color? I blinked.

The man slid the window open slowly, leaned out and down at the little old woman. He grinned down at her, "What can I do for ya?"

The woman shouted up at him, "I want the fries I ordered!" At that moment, the man snapped his fingers at me, but didn't turn around.

"Get me some French fries."

I blinked, looked around, grabbed the first carton full of whatever those potatoes were called, and handed it to them. He nodded and handed them down.

"Free. It's on me." I could hear the woman suddenly breathe out with some relief and I could practically seen the smile on her face through her voice. She was literally in love.

"Thank you… Sir."

As the woman drove off and the man finished off the rest of the drive-thru customers, I stood behind him, watching him. I couldn't put my finger on it, I felt like he was familiar, but at the same time wasn't. It wasn't until he turned around after the drive-thru was clear that I saw his face. Narrow, handsome, cocky looking face; he grinned.

"Axel's the name. Got it memorized?"

I arched a brow, "Yeah… I can remember a name like that." I wasn't really paying much attention after that. I could only stare at his oversized head with over-sized hair, which couldn't be of natural color. I couldn't even see his red visor it blended in to perfectly. It seemed that the yellow arch was floating in mid-air on his forehead.

On that narrow, handsome, cocking looking face, he had bright green eyes and small tattoos under them. This guy seriously looked like a character now.

"Good. Glad you have a memory." He walked past me, but not before tapping my forehead and returning to his station. He walked in stride, almost as cocky as his face. I nibbled on my lip and returned to the drive-thru.

The day slowed and ended and we both ended up leaving at the same time, Axel and I, I mean. I walked to my car; he walked to his monster truck. I watched him jump up and inside, slam the door and start the engine. It came to life like a roaring animal. He caught eye of me, winked, smiled and saluted me off. I waved a bit and smiled, then turned and opened my car, crawled inside and started the engine. As it roared to its life, I sank into the seat.

I guess working at McDonalds might be a little better.

Not how I expected on doing this, but I needed to do something. It's a boring night. :/

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