L: Lie
"That's a big, fat lie and you know it," Roxas said.
"Prove it," Axel challenged.
"I'm sorry, I can't."
"Well, then, I'll prove it to you." He grabbed the--
"N-no, don't do that, it's not necessary!"
"Then you tell me how I am supposed to prove it to you?"
"Show me your chest."
"Ah, what?"
"Your chest, show me."
"Uhm," he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his torso to his friend, "I didn't get those genes, I'm sorry."
"Where else?…"
"I'm sorry, you won't find anything anywhere; I'm on the swim team." He sighed. "But, I'm telling' ya, Rox', it's the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
"I still don't believe you--how does that even happen?"
"Heck if I know! Maybe I was blessed with superpowers while I was in the womb and then my mom fell into a vat of nuclear waste--because you know how pregnant women are--and instead of disfiguring me it just took my superpowers away and morphed them into this!"
"Bushwa."
"What?"
"There is no possible explanation for that except--"
"Why won't you believe me, Roxas?" he whined.
"Because I'm not an idiot. All right, I gotta go, there's my ride."
"Why would I lie, Roxas, why would I lie?"
"I know you, Axel, I know you."
Axel gave out a loud cry of exasperation. It echoed in the locker room. He looked to his friend one last time and rolled his green eyes. "I'm going to go take a shower, I feel--whoa!" He started falling backwards, which Roxas immediately reacted upon, grabbing Axel's towel. The towel slipped off. But Axel remained on his feet.
"Ah… uh…"
"Well…"
"Axel, now I believe you. I do, I do, I really do believe you. You're-you're definitely a real redhead."
A/N: Oh ho ho, you thought I would grace you with something worthwhile after 394729307503275 months of nothing? lololololz