Chapter 3 – He Doesn't Look a Thing Like Jesus

"Mom kicked me out, can I stay with you, dad?" I asked. Slam! Another door in the face. Where the fuck am I supposed to go. "Can I use your phone?"

"Get off my stoop before I call the police."

"But I'm your son."

"Beat it."

Great! Just fucking brilliant. Hayner's house isn't far from here; I guess I'll go see if I can stay with him. I tried to walk fast, I even ran a little, but it was still about eleven o' clock by the time I got there. It took Hayner some time to answer the door. "Hey, Rox. Uh…do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah…sorry. My mom kicked me out. I was wondering if I…" I started.

"Sorry, my mom said you're not allowed to stay here, or visit. Actually, I'm not even supposed to talk to you."

My face dropped, "Well…can I use your phone?"

"Hold on, I'll go get my cell." Hayner closed the door the door before running into the house. At least he didn't slam it. When he came back I called all of my friends, Sora's friends, and even Seifer in desperation. Everyone denied me, usually because of 'parents'. My mom apparently called everyone we knew. The only exception was Seifer, he had promptly told me to 'fuck off'.

Once again, I ended up in the park. I think this is the same bench too, and tonight it was my bed. Or so I thought, it took forever to finally fall asleep. Maybe from my troubling thoughts or the dropping temperature, but I'd guess that I didn't fall asleep until one thirty.

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I rolled over in bed, reaching for Saix, only to feel air and realize my lover was six feet under. This was a wonderful way to start the day. Now I would have to take a walk before work. Sighing, I rolled out of bed, literally, I think I may have bruised my elbow. Fifteen minutes later I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom. After going through my normal routine, successfully making myself smell as similar to Saix as possible, I was ready.

By six o' clock I was walking around the park, with my mp3 player blasting loud enough for other people to hear, I'm sure. Although no one usually gets too close to me. My face tattoos and Hot Topic clothing make sure of that. It took about an hour of walking and singing out loud, which earned some stares, to forget about wanting drugs and focus on the rumbling in my stomach. Restaurant, yeah terrible name but good food, was very close to my work, so I decided I'd head that direction. This meant I'd be passing my bench, which always gave me good memories.

When I got to my bench I immediately went into worry mode, something Saix used to do all the time around me. My cute little Blondie was sleeping, hopefully not dead, on my bench, and looking very cold. It got down to fifty degrees (1) last night, and he only had a tight t-shirt and a pair of pants on. When I got closer to him I noticed he was shivering like crazy. I reached my gloved hand out to shove him a little, "Hey kid, wake up."

"Mmm…gimme my blanket Sora…m cold."

"I thought I told you to commit my name to memory. It's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized? No, you don't, you called me Sora."

"Axel?" The kid's eyes opened. "Gah, I knew it started with an 'A'. What are you doing in my room, and why's it so cold." Wow is he out of it.

"Uh, kid…your sleeping in the park and it's about sixty two degrees out." He looked around, like he was finally realizing what happened. Gods, he's shivering so badly. I stood up from my kneeling position in front of Blondie and pulled my coat off. Thankfully this was one of my shorter coats, and that I had a blazer and t-shirt on underneath it. "Here." I said handing it to him. He quickly sat up and wrapped it around himself.

"Th-thanks." He shivered. He was so cute sitting there in my 'to large' coat. Why was he sleeping in the park? He said he was going home last night. I slept in the park, way back when, because I lost the house when my mom died. So why was he? Hopefully he'll talk to me over some food.

"Hey, do you have anywhere to be?" I asked. He frowned at that and tear started filling his eyes. I didn't want him to cry, crap. I suck at this, what would Saix do? Fuck.

"No." He said, holding back his tears.

"Can I buy you breakfast? You don't even have to talk, unless you want to." I asked.

"Okay." He said after a moment of thought.

At Restaurant

"…so I don't get why I was kicked out. I let you get rid of the stuff. She's just a complete bitch. I don't have anything. She wouldn't let me go back in to get anything, not even a coat! Thanks for this, by the way." Blondie lifted his arms to show off my coat, I nodded in acknowledgement. I could imagine listening to this kid forever. He had the perfect voice, and a smile to die for, Gods his smile could light the room, and those eyes; I was drowning in them, which is a good way to die if you ask me. As for his mother, she was a completely unsupportive bitch. How is someone supposed to get better without a support system? "So that's why I was sleeping on the bench." He finished by shoving and entire pancake in his mouth.

I hid a smile, figuring he wouldn't like me laughing while we're taking about his homelessness, "So where are you going to sleep? I mean, everyone you know said 'no'?"

"Yeah, that park bench is my new home."

"What!?" I said a little too loud, gathering attention from the people around us. "You can't sleep on a bench, it gets too cold at night."

"Well what am I supposed to do? I have nowhere to go." Blondie insisted.

"I know you don't know me and I don't know you, hell I don't even know your name, but I have an extra room in my apartment. I'll allow you to stay as long as you want." I said hoping I didn't sound like a lunatic looking for a good fuck.

"Roxas." He responded.

"Is that some new way of saying 'hell no, get the fuck away from me."

"It's my name, moron. Oh sorry, Axel. A-X-E-L memorized." Roxas said teasingly. Gods I love that smile.

"How do you spell that Roxas?"

"R-O-X-A-S, got it memorized?" I smiled at his taunts.

"And what about my offer?" I asked.

"Alright, I have no where else to go anyway." He paused and his face became worried, though I could tell that it was fake. His eyes told he was joking, "You're not gonna rape me, are you?"

"I don't make a habit of it." I joked back. The waitress put the bill on the table and I grabbed it. Roxas had eaten three meals along with a pancake, the one he ate whole, that I had been unable to eat, so it was pricy. When I pulled out a wad of hundreds to pay Roxas eyes flashed wide.

"Are you a millionaire or something? All you got in your wallet is hundreds."

"My boyfriend was." I said sadly.

"Was?"

"Yeah, come on your can come to work with me." I said standing up waiting for him to follow.

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Okay, I was going to leave the 'boyfriend' subject alone, for now. Red would have to talk eventually, especially if I was talking to him. I followed him out of the restaurant, and then shook my head when I realized I was staring at his ass. He did have a sexy walk, his hips moved beautifully. It wasn't overly feminine or manly it was just perfect, just Axel. Yep, I'm totally lusting over my new roommate.

After about ten minutes of walking we arrived at Twilight Music Shop. Sora came her a lot, however I never had enough money, drugs are expensive. Axel took out a key and unlocked the door. The lights were already on, weird. "Hey, Ax." I yelped at the unexpected voice behind me, jumping back into Axel, who caught me to keep me from falling.

"Hey Dem, why's the door locked. It's eight-thirty two, we're open." Axel asked as I straightened myself up.

"I figured you'd get it. You're late by the way." Dem scolded. "But if this cute little muffin is staying, I'll let you off with a warning." Dem was looking at me like he wanted to lick me head to toe.

"He's staying. Roxas this is my best friend and boss, Demyx. Demyx this is Roxas my new roommate."

"Roommate huh? That's a big step Axel, I'm happy for you. And Roxas, helloooo, any chance you're looking for a job, 'cause I really need some more help." Demyx said. He dressed a lot like Axel, I noticed. He also had strange hair like Axel, but his was some sort of cross between a mullet and a Mohawk. He looked way to happy, all the time, and that is just too much happy for me. However a job sounded good, since I now own nothing and am living in a stranger's home.

"Yeah, actually, I am." I answered.

"Oh good, you're hired. I just need you to fill out these forms. For records." He pulled me into the backroom, shoving papers into my hands and telling Axel to deal with the customer that just walked in.

(1) Fahrenheit

As always I will try to update ASAP.

And I do like the end of the next chapter, so maybe it will be faster.

I am now writing chapter ten for this story, and I have a short oneshot that is related to it. More on that in chapter five.

Get ready for a naked Axel in chapter four.

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