Ah, I'm sorry! It's been, what, uh month? Or more, haha. I swear, it will never take me this long to update, I've been busy and under pressure.

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I need to point out that in this story I switch the years around for my own purpose. So, lets say I use a Beatles song from 1964, but then bring up, oh lets say, Jimi Hendrix in 1967. It's really hard to have one set date because I need to use a lot of terms to make the story more interesting, but they're all so far apart in years. So, please don't say something like, "You can't use that song, it wasn't found until 1969 and you just said you used a song from Bob Marley that was released in 1968!" Because, If I just use the year 1965, it will be boring, so I'm using every year in the 1960's to my disposal. But, I won't just be using songs, I'll also be using world events, so, ignore the years. Thanks.

And, dudes, I don't know everything about the 60's. I'm more of an 80's person. So, I may be a little off, or maybe even a lot, on details. I wasn't born in the year, haha, I was born in the 90's, kay? Don't hold it against me if I mess something up. I've done so much research for this story, but I still don't know exactly how hippies acted, or how inventions in the 60's worked. Don't hate me if I get something wrong.

Another thing is though, I do NOT make things up, if I do, I will be sure to inform you. I research everything to make sure I get it right though. The fashion, cars, etc is all real things from the 60's. I stick to the original designs of the 60's to make my story more accurate and enjoyable. The one thing I may do, is slightly over exaggerate some things, just because it makes it funner, haha.

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Thank you to all my reviews/alerters/favers. I seriously didn't expect eleven reviews for the first chapter! Love you guys. Also, check out CorderoyPants here on fanfiction. She has some really great stories, and she's one of my favorite reviewers.

I hate disclaimers, really, I do. So pointless, I obviously don't own shit. So, here's my own for the whole story. I do not own or claim to own Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy, any 1960 inventions or bands. Or anything except the plot of this story. Get it? Got it? Good.

I've decided to have one of these for fun in every chapter, haha. You never know, they might even hint to the mood of the chapter.

Recommenced Song: Bob Marley: Three Little Birds or Angels and Airwaves: Rite of Spring

Fun Facts: In 1966 LSD/acid was made legal and the hippies had a rally called the, "Love Pageant Rally" Cool, nae?

END IMPOSSIBLY LONG AUTHORS NOTE!

"Do your own thing, whenever you have to do it and whenever you want. Drop out. Leave society as you have know it. Leave it utterly. Blow the mind of every straight person you can reach. Turn them on, if not to drugs, then to beauty, love, honesty, fun."

Roxas didn't enjoy doing his mothers shopping for her, it actually quite irritated him. But, every Saturday he went down to into town for Mrs. Romenda and picked up all the grocery's. Even though as he did this, he felt like everyone was watching him and thinking, wow, look at the pansy boy buying tampons. But, most of the time if those were on the list, he "forgot" to buy them. He never uttered a word of complaint to his mother though, and went like a good responsible teenager who loved to make his parents happy. So there he was, Saturday morning, walking around the "Woman Product" isle. I'm going to die from embarrassment. Roxas was positive everyone was looking at him, but in fact, he was one of the few people even in the store. But, he still began to panic and grabbed the closet thing he saw, running out of the isle and ringing up all of his items at the register.

If he had a choice, he would be at home, doing something other then buying things like milk, eggs, bread, tampons, flour, the usual. But, the one thing Roxas never wanted to do, was to make his parents disappointed in him. He had a reputation to hold up to. So, he wasted his Saturdays for the sake of his mothers happiness. But, seriously, he would so rather be with out with his best friends, Hayner, Pence, and Olette. He could be at the arcade, which sounded very tempting and fun at the moment.

Pushing all those thoughts away, Roxas gathered up his grocery's and headed out to the car, which he was gave permission to use, which made his day a bit more happier. He loved the black Chevrolet Corvair, it was his baby, even though technically it wasn't his, not even a little bit, really. I'm going to buy me a Corvair, just you wait until I can get 2,000 dollars! The thought of owning his own car made Roxas smile fondly at the approaching vehicle. Opening up the hood, he loved the reverse engine, he loaded the bags into the car, and finally was able to head home. But that didn't sound to exciting, he was helping his mom make dinner tonight. He was defiantly going to be taking the long way home.

About to get in the vehicle, Roxas noticed a Volkswagen pulling into the parking lot of the small plaza. It looked vaguely familiar. Hmph, don't know why it looks like I've seen it before, but I am for sure getting out of here. Getting into the car and shutting the door, Roxas had just put the Corvair into reverse when the damned van pulled up into the parking spot right next to him. He was to busy looking at the van to leave, and without noticing it, he had moving back into park. Holy Molly! There the guys from the other day! Oh no, oh no, don't remember me! It was like buying tampons all over again! He didn't know why he was so nervous and anxious around these guys. He didn't hate them like his father, he had no reason too. But, he did grow up with the stories of how they corrupted the whole future generations. And, there was the fact he had never had a conversation with hippies, so who would he believe, his dad and his stories, or, his own personal judgment?

Don't stare, Roxas. He couldn't listen to his mind though, especially when the door opened up and out stepped out four beings. One with fire red hair. Roxas couldn't help but examine him, he was so out of the ordinary. And of course, he was wearing more obscene clothes. Tightly fitted bell bottom jeans hung on his very noticeable and feminine hips. A long knit vest, it showed off his flat stomach, and the red happy trail that made Roxas blush, but only because he didn't know men showed that off, but he wouldn't know, he never grew one, sadly enough. A peace pendent was around his neck, going all the way down to his bellybutton(Roxas couldn't help but look at the happy trail again). His unruly and untamed hair was pushed back into a a ponytail, though it was still spiky and messy as usual. A thick green headband that totally clashed with his hair color was very noticeable, and he was, disgustingly enough, still not wearing shoes.

A boy Roxas recognized was standing next to Axel, smiling. It was the boy his dad had pinpointed out of the crowd. He had on black capris that Roxas only saw women wear, with fringed ends. No shirt, he also had the thin trail of hair leading to his "man parts". He wore many beads around his neck, shabby looking ones, and many had the popular peace sign. No shoes, and Roxas noticed a anklet bracelet adorned his skinny ankles. Next to him, holding his hand, was the other boy that was there with him from the previous time. He looked slightly bored, and a little out of place compared to the others. But you could tell he belonged. He too had carpis on, but they went up to his thigh, and were just barely noticeable under his oversized blue, red, pink, and white tie dyed shirt. Once again, shoeless, and he also had a headband on, this one having a peace sign in the middle.

The last person there with them was a girl. She had blond hair that was cut short, Roxas didn't see that often, but had long stray pieces that were shaped like antennas. She had a smug look to her, but she was pretty, in a gross hippie way. Her extremely short dress with flowers all over it flowed around her. She had boots on, finally, shoes. Giving her another once over, Roxas was about to look away when something caught his eye. Oh my god, she's not wearing a bra!

That was enough for Roxas, it was time to go. Why do I keep running into people like this? Jesus. It was too bad that Axel had noticed him.

"Hey, kid!" Roxas looked around, hoping he wasn't talking to him, anybody but him. Slowly looking to his right, where they stood, it was sure enough Axel was looking right at him, with a big grin on his face. WHAT DO I DO?!

"Uhm, hello?" Roxas said, puzzled. He was two seconds from stepping on the gas and getting the hell out of there. He looked around quickly, making sure nobody saw him conversing with people like this. Who knew what gossip could go back to his mother and father.

"You helped me with directions, I remember you," Axel grabbed the boy with a mullet, "Look Demyx, remember this guy!" Roxas felt like shriveling up into his chair, they were all starring at him now. And that Demyx kid looked like he might have A.D.D, which was never good in Roxas book.

"Oh yeah! How's it going shorty?" Oh, wonderful, he hated being called short.

"Uh, uhm, I'm good.."Wow, I'm pathetic. The girl was eying him with distaste, obviously not pleased they were talking to a normal kid. The other one still didn't talk, just held onto the other boys hand and looked at Roxas.

"Well, thanks for the other day, even though we still got lost, I'm Axel." Putting his hand out to shake, Axel kept the grin on his face. He's not that bad, I can be polite and shake his hand, right? With a slightly shaking hand, Roxas put his hand out to shake Axel's.

"I'm Roxas." Axel clasped their hands together, with a very strong grip must I say, shaking their hands up and down enthusiastically. Music was coming out of the van still, and Roxas couldn't help but wonder who it was by. It was so different then was he listened too. He liked it. It sounded like it didn't come from the United States, and he couldn't help but ask about it. "Who sings that?" Axel looked confused for a second before it clicked in his mind.

"Ah, that my friend, is a musically genius group. The Wailing Wailers, this is Simmer Down." Axel closed his eyes, as if embracing the music. Roxas had never heard of them, at all. He knew of some bands that hippies listened too, like The Beatles. He didn't listen to them, but it was hard to not hear about the new genre of music. Plus his dad bitched about it all day. "They're Jamaican, and aren't really known here, yet. But one day, just wait, they will be huge." Nodding, Roxas new it was time to go. He had risked it by even saying a sentence to them. Roxas reached to put his hands on the steering wheel when he noticed their hands were still locked together, and he quickly pulled his hand back in, watching Axel smirk.

"Thanks, I got to go though." About to pull out, again, Axel stopped him.

"Wait! Here, if you like my music, look up these bands, The Beatles, The Byrds, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, and if you ever see around, just ask for more." Before Roxas could say anything, Axel patted the hood of the car, and the four of them walked away.

That was the weirdest thing to ever happen to me..for sure. The music taste floated around his mind though, he really did enjoy this "Wailing Wailers" group. The beat, the lyrics, everything was amazing. He knew his dad would be furious if he listened to it though, he always talked about the hidden messages in the lyrics, and how they get into your mind and turn you into one of them. Yeah, he was crazy. But, it wouldn't hurt if he just looked at a few records. There was a record store right down the street, he could buy one or two, listen to them, and then hide them under his bed until he moved out.

"Roxas, I was getting worried about you, you're an hour later then you usually are!" Mrs. Romenda greeted Roxas as he walked inside, her hand on her hip and a stern look on her face. Smoothing her hands down her dress, she grabbed one of the bags and walked into the kitchen, Roxas trailing behind. "Just what were you doing that took you so long?"

Oh, I was NOT talking to hippies, that's sure. "I just took more time at the store, that's all mom. No need to worry." She looked skeptical at first, put let it slide.

"Alright, you can go upstairs, I won't need your help to make dinner for another hour." Roxas didn't need to be told twice as he rushed to his room, but not before grabbing a bag he left at the front door. I swear, if anybody catches me I'll find that Axel and kill him! Roxas had stopped at the local record shop and picked up two records, The Beatles "Parlophone" and Bob Dylans "The Times They Are a-changin'". He didn't think listening to these changed anything. He wasn't going to be persuaded to be a rebel like so many teenagers. He just liked music, and this was good music. Putting in Parlophone into his phonograph, Roxas layed down onto his bed and listened to the music on a very low volume. It was beautiful. Nothing like the music his dad listened too, this was calming and refreshing. And, Roxas couldn't help but stay up in his room the whole hour, simply listening to the melody's.

After dinner Roxas went back to his room and turned his music on low again. He was nervous of getting caught, but he knew it wouldn't happen. That Axel boy sure is something. I don't know what is so bad about him. I think dad is just angry they're so against war. But, I can see where they're coming from. War does kill many people, innocent people, and conflict with other countries. But, I don't have a choice on how I feel about war. I have to go, I have to serve my country. Every single Romenda has done this, and I can't be different. I can't embarrass my family like that. Roxas turned over on his bed, pulling the covers over him and sighing. He listened to the music more, letting the lyrics sink into his mind. When was the last time I was happy? I can't remember. Hah, I wish I could just forget everything, and live free. Not like a hippie though, no. I just want to be happy. And, this life isn't happy. It will all be okay though, I can come back from war and just live on my own for a year, have no contact with my family. Perfect.

Roxas ended up falling asleep that night with his phonograph on and his dreams full of the open road and where the sky was the limit. There was also glimpses of somebody with red hair there with him, but he didn't know who, and it didn't matter, they seemed to make the sky brighter.

The end off chapter two! Man, it's shorter then what I wanted it to be by about 1,000 words, haha. Oh well, chapters to come will be longer.

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Did you like it? I know, it was boring again, but all this stuff leads up to interesting things! Excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes I and spellcheck didn't catch.

Alright, review! I love, love, love them, and honestly, the more reviews I get make me want to update faster. ;) I promise though, next chapter will be out in a week at the most, promise. Do you guys like how this is going? I know it's weird that Roxas keeps running into them now, and never before, but, what can I do?

Preview for chapter three! Mr. Romenda is crazy, protesting is always fun, and Axel likes being naked.