Note: XD Gah I produce these fast huh? Well...Hmm I dont know what to say. By the way, in the last chapter is was not Jell-O, that was Roxas being speical. All your reviews and alerts and favs are making me so happy, thanks everyone.
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WARNING: I was in a good mood when I wrote this...O.o be warned...


Roxas did always want to be taller.f
Then again, this was not what he wished for, he wanted everyone to see him be taller, not just in one mirror.

Roxas looked straight into the mirror, it was finally all coming together, "You."
"Me!"
"I am being serious here…Its you isn't it?"
"Yup…wait what did I do this time?"
"Your the one talking to me…You're the one sending the bad dreams…"
"God, first the 'Red Jell-o', now this? Whoa, you really are more dense then I thought!"
"What do you mean?"
"How did you not figure it out until now?"
Roxas looked as his feet, then back into the mirror, "I guess…I wanted to seem crazy?"
"You're a nice kid Roxie, why do you want to seem crazy?"
"Its just…an easier way to explain my life I guess…"
The voice from the mirror was softer then normal, it lacked its sick sarcasm, "Go to bed Roxie, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."

Roxas found joy that night, in the form of a dream.
He was in a field of flowers, all yellow daises, Cloud told him they were his mothers favorites.
Sitting by himself, under the shade of a tree, Roxas watched the flowers blow in the breeze, he hadn't felt this at peace in years.
But along with this peace, was an underlying sadness.
It was in the field of his mothers favorite flowers that life became clear to Roxas.
He would always have an alcoholic father.
He would always be teased, with few to no friends.
He can never erase his troubled past.
But there were many things he could do.
Roxas could get a job, and help keep the house, he was almost old enough.
He could ignore the teasing, then try to make friends with some kids like himself.
And he could forgive Cloud for all his mistakes and hope Cloud forgives him for his.

Once Roxas realized all this, he woke up, softly. Roxas never woke up softly, it was always being ripped out of a nightmare or his father waking him for school.
With a yawn, Roxas stared into his white ceiling. He's always hated it being white, maybe today he would do something about it.
He knew, he needed to take charge of his life, or at least try.
"Blue, light blue…"
Still laying on his bed, watching his white ceiling, Roxas asked, "Why blue?"
"Well, it will match those pretty eyes of yours nicely and if you paint some white blobs on it, you can always have a nice day."
"I don't follow you."
"Blue skies, a few clouds, all the time. You would never be brought down by the weather outside."
"But sometimes I like the rain, besides rain brings flowers, without water we would all die, like the daises…."
"You don't need to be watered in your room do you?"
Roxas chuckled, maybe making a friend was easier then he thought it would be.

Brushing his teeth with his bright purple toothbrush, Roxas peered into his reflection in his bathroom mirror.
Honestly, he was beginning to like his other reflection better.
'If I'm going to talk to him…and I know I'm not crazy, maybe I should ask him his name…'

Pulling on khaki shorts and a black shirt, Roxas always matched his clothes this well, he walked into his living room, to find his father making breakfast.
What time was it?

"Morning sunshine!" Cloud waved at Roxas with his spatula.
The clock on the stove read nine twenty seven. Morning.

Taking a seat at the counter, Roxas watched his father flip eggs and bacon, "Dad…are you…"
"Sober? Yes I am!"
A smile, maybe that dream mean something after all, "I'm proud, any reason why?"
Cloud let out a happy nod, "Yup!" Then he looked back down at his eyes, "We are out of wine and vodka and anything of the sort…"
The smile quickly faded from Roxas' face, "Oh…"

Cloud set a plate with eggs and bacon in front of his son.
The food was placed to look like a smiley face, but the bacon was off center, giving it more of a creepy, dark, evil smile then anything. Omen?

Mouth full, Roxas asked, "Dad, I'm going to buy some paint today, and I know they are looking for someone to work at that department at the hardware store….so want me to get you an application?"
Cloud shook his head no, trying to set an example for his son, he swallowed first, "Sure but I told you already, no one, but no one, wants to hire someone like…me…And where are you getting money for paint anyway?"
"Oh, savings, I was going to remodel my room remember? I've been saving…"
Cloud nodded, he was brooding again, not listening to a word Roxas said. He could have just as well told him he was going to steal it, and Cloud would nod either way.

Roxas wondered how Cloud could be so happy and sad at the same time.

Roxas' walk to the hardware took longer then normal, he was pulling a red 'radio flyer' wagon behind him, and he stopped by the 7-11 to get some sea-salt ice cream. This kid was forming a new addiction. He was starting to love this ice cream more then his Pickle Chips.
But as for now, it was the same amount of love.

'Sky blue paint-Indoor only latex paint' is what the label said, perfect.
He also picked up 'Eggshell white', 'Mint green', 'Royal blue', 'Eggplant' and 'Scarlet red', all in the same sized buckets. He wondered if this was enough paint to cover his room.

His way back brought him back to the 7-11 for Pickle Chips and Ice cream, a box this time.
He wished he had a chip fairy that would bring him Pickle Chips whenever he dreamed…
Ok, he was sure this time. He was crazy.

Finally returning home, Roxas put his ice cream in the freezer with a sticky note telling Cloud to stay away, and his chips on the counter, no note since Cloud hated them.

Lugging all the paint into his room next, Roxas remembered something important.
He grabbed the piece of paper that was under his paint, and handed the crumpled document to his father, "Here, they said they really needed someone and that you sound great!"

Cloud looked at the job application in worry.
"I told them."
He took a long look into his sons eyes, they were full of hope, something Cloud had not see in quite some time, "What did you tell them?"
Roxas was out of breath still from lugging the most of the paint, "You're a drinker, they said they didn't care."
Cloud's eyes grew angry, then remorseful again, "And they…They want to hire me?"
Roxas nodded, smiling, "Yea! Well no…they want to interview you first, then hire you."

The corner of Cloud's eyes swelled with water, "Oh Roxas…" He stood, hugging his son tight, "Thank you…SOOOO much!"

After hours of working on his room, everything was moved out of the way or under a paint tarp. Roxas had been waiting for this moment for quite some time, he hated his white room.

Throwing on some old clothing, Roxas stared at his mirror, "How do I cover you?"
"However you want."
Roxas looked around his room, then at his buckets of paint. He bought way to much.
"I have an idea" Roxas threw an unused paint tarp over the mirror and began to paint his ceiling.

Seven hours past, the sun had set and Roxas was relaxing on his bed eating a bar of ice cream, admiring his work.
Once finished, he threw away the stick and ripped off the tarp that was saving his mirror from drips.
"Whoa…"
Roxas had made a beautifully elaborate sun set, reds sinking into purples into dark blues. The red over his bed and mirror, the blue near the door out.
He even placed a few stars in the blue.

"Like it?" Roxas smiled.
"Of course I do…its amazing, but you didn't take my idea…"
Roxas smiled, "Oh yes, I did." Grabbing a paintbrush he cracked open the 'sky blue', and painted the frame of his mirror, the blue overlaying the red like an eclipse. Next he blobbed white on it.

Once dry, Roxas gleamed, "See!? You're my own personal blue sky now! And blue frames your hair so nicely…"
"Roxas?" His father had opened the door, "Who are you talking to…?"
Didn't his father see? His mirror. He must have…
Pointing, Roxas tried hard to explain, "Look! The mirror! Its…"
"Blue and white? Yeah, I see it…"
Roxas shook his head, "No! Don't you see! My reflection…"
Cloud patted his son on the head, then went to open the window, "It's the pain fumes son…Just try to get some fresh air…"
Leaving, Roxas looked at his mirror, it was just how it looked last time he saw.
Red hair, green eyes, taller then Roxas was.

"Why can't he see you?"
"For now, its only you my prince."
"Why are you talking weird…maybe it is the fumes…" He walked up close to the window, taking in deep breaths.

When Roxas was done with his room, it was like a rainbow threw up in it.
His mirror's frame was sky-blue with clouds, his dresser had a light blue top that faded into deep blue, then purple, then red.
Each wall in his room was different. The one his mirror and bed were on was red, the one to the left of that was blue, the one with his door and dress on it was purple, and the one with the window was green.
Having left over green, he painted his door it to.

He thought it might be safest if he slept in the living room tonight, just in case those fumes tried to murder him in his sleep.

Roxas lounged on his couch, eating Pickle Chips and watching some show called 'scrubs'.
Soon he fell asleep, the bag hugged to his chest.

The next morning Roxas woke up and picked his chips off the floor, he must have drooped them in his sleep.
He hoped they weren't stale now.
Turning off the TV, Roxas grabbed his blanket and headed for the kitchen to drop off his chips.

"W-whys it so cold this morning?" Roxas threw the blanket around his shoulders, and walked into his room.
It sure what bright in here now, and colorful.

He threw his blanket on the bed and looked up at his, now green, clock.
Six fifty? Why was he up so early on a Sunday?

He let out a long yawn, then looked at his mirror. His hair had gotten longer.
"When are you going to be done changing? I want to see what you are going to look like…"
What happened next almost made Roxas faint.
This mirror replied, like always.

But this time, its mouth moved, while Roxas' was shut tight, "Soon Roxie…Oh and you do realize its Monday right?"


Notes!!!: YES! Something is FINALLY happening!!
XD And I just LOVE how he painted his room.

He picked the green because it reminded him of his reflections eyes, just to let you know.
Oh and I love how you ALL think that Axel is living in the mirror, you all wait, theres gonna be some GIANT twist and Axels gonna be like a new kid in school or something...Ahh you all just wait and see.

Gahhh I cant wait! My Sora necklace should be here soon ^_^

OHHH and please review!