Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to anything in this following chapter that could get me sued.

I also do not own the lyrics that are used in this chapter which are taken from the 'Blood on the dancefloor' song called 'Scream for my ice-cream' The lyrics to that song are so...wrong and bad, but the song is catchy. Yup, that's my excuse for using it.

4. You find any excuse to talk to them, and sometimes over do it.

"I've been playing too much guitar,

I've been listening to jazz.

I called so many times,

I swear [he's] going mad.

And that cellular will be the death of us

I swear."

-NeverShoutNever_Trouble

New Text message received from: Axel

(20:09)

Hey, Rox.

I tried calling u but...well, I guess u're busy or something.

U're gonna love me when u hear what I have to say.

I have awesome news.

So call me back, dumbass.

New text message received from: Roxas

(23:56)

Now why aren't you picking up?!

I wanna know what this big news is!

New text messages received from: Roxas

(01:49)

AXEEEEEEL

Damnit, are you sulking or something?

Is this revenge for me not picking up earlier?

New text messages received from: Roxas

(02:58)

Okay.

I'm calling you again and hopefully you'll pick up this time.

Twenty-third times's the charm.

'She's melting

She's melting.

Oh, oh, oh. She licked me like ice cream.

Dipping with my dipper

We be drinking up the liqu-'"

"Nhh...Hello?"

"Axel?"

"Roxas?"

"Er...yeah...did I wake you up?"

"No. I was totally wide awake."

"I sense sarcasm."

"Lots of it, pal."

"Well, you're awake now. So...uh..."

"Spit it out, Roxy."

"What's the big surprise?"

"..."

"Axel?"

"Dude. It's too late at night for this."

"Actually, it's like 3am. So technically it's morning."

"Oh...Wait. Did you say 3am? DAMNIT ROXAS, IT'S 3AM?!"

"...yes?"

"Goodbye, Roxas."

"Axel?! No! You have to tell me what th-"

Click.

There was little that could ever get in the way of Axel's sleep. And unfortunately his inability to say no to the adorable blonde, who was currently in his apartment, was one of his greatest weaknesses.

"I can't believe that I'm awake at 6- IN THE FREAKING MORNING-because you couldn't wait until class started to hear what it was that I had to tell you." He grumbled, his glare ruined by the yawn that overtook him as soon as he finished talking.

"Well, then you shouldn't have told me about it! You know that my level of patience is like...non-existent." Said adorable blonde argued, unintentionally letting a pout form on his lips, "and I was planning on waking you up with coffee."

"Coffee?"

"Yeah..." Roxas trailed off sheepishly, walking to Axel's kitchen, "but there weren't any places open for coffee aside from the one at the garage...and I know how much you hate the coffee from there."

Axel sighed. "Whatever. It's too early in the morning to hate you." He placed his head on his folded arms and attempted to somehow take a five minute power nap so that he wouldn't fall asleep in class that day. His ears perked up slightly when he realised that the flurry if movement coming from his kitchen had stopped. In interest, he looked up, only to almost squeak in surprise when wide blue eyes blinked back at him, centimetres from his face.

"Erm...yes?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow in enquiry.

"Are you going to tell me the news?"

Axel groaned before shaking his head and shoving the blonde away. "You get your news when I get my 'Roxas-is-sorry-for-waking-his-amazingly-hot-friend-up-at-6-in-the-f-wording-morning' breakfast. So, Martha Stewart, get cooking."

Roxas let out an exasperated, and impatient, sigh but nevertheless made his way back to the kitchen. Axel's eyes widened in surprise and he sat up to watch his friend continue working in the kitchen.

Roxas actually listened to him?

Without a sarcastic quip or a violent action thrown into the mix?

This guilt/blackmail thing was working to his advantage and he was willing to milk it for all it was worth.

"Hey, Rox? You know what else would make up for this morning? If you wore an apron while you made me breakfast. Naked."

"Not on your life, pervert."

Oh, well. Breakfast served by a fully clothed Roxas was okay too.

XxXx

Axel sat on his couch and patted his stomach contentedly.

"I have to hand it to you, my little blonde amigo...you sure do know how to cook."

Roxas sat in front of him on the floor, cross-legged and eager eyed. Axel chuckled as he took in his friend's appearance; surprises had always been Roxas's weakness.

Axel NEVER opened his own birthday presents. Instead, he just sat back and took in the sight of his best friend as he eagerly tore open the festive wrapping paper and radiated enough excitement for the both of them. the surprise of finding out what lay beneath that brightly coloured paper was enough for the blonde, even of the present wasn't actually his.

From the time they were kids, a routine had been established when it came to certain things and it had become so normal to them that they just didn't really take notice of it anymore.

Kind of like how, whenever they went out to eat and Axel's meal came with a salad, Roxas always ate the salad off Axel's plate since the red-head hated the garnish. When Demyx had once asked why they didn't just ask the waiter to emit the salad, Roxas and Axel had looked at him like he had suggested that they all jump on the table and start performing the Macarena.

Or the fact that Roxas hated speaking on the phone, so when it came to ordering in or phoning customer care-line for whatever reason, the duty fell onto Axel.

They had the routines that they followed and people eventually stopped questioning it and started accepting it as one of those Axel and Roxisms.

It was just something that the two of them did.

"Okay. I'll put you out of your misery," Axel said, a grin appearing on his face as he spoke, "close your eyes."

Roxas frowned but closed his eyes anyway, his fingers tapping on the wooden floor in a tuneless beat of excitement. After a bit of movement in front of him he heard Axel's voice directly in front of him on the floor where they were both seated.

"Open your eyes."

Roxas's eyes flew open and the first thing that he saw was a blurry rectangle in front of his eyes, furrowing his brows in confusion, he placed a hand over Axel's and pulled it away so that the blurry rectangle could be assessed from a distance.

And then realization struck.

"OH MY FREAKING WORD, AXEL, IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?!" Roxas screamed, blatantly ignoring the fact that the people in Axel's building would not appreciate the scream of a hysterical teenager at such an early hour.

"Yup. A ticket to the two day Organization 13 concert."

Roxas stared at the ticket in his hand in complete shock and disbelief. "You're...you're amazing."

"Oh. I know." Axel replied, resting his arms behind his head and leaning on the couch on the floor, and closing his eyes as a gentle smile took over his features, "I'm the best friend ever." Axel yelped when Roxas suddenly jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly

"I can't believe that you did this! It must have cost so much! Oh my word, I can't believe that we're going to the organization 13 concert...wait!" the blonde suddenly stopped talking and looked at Axel in concern, "you did get yourself a ticket too, right?"

Axel rubbed his neck, looking down at the wooden floor instead of his friend. "Well...the thing is that...yes. Of course I did." he looked up and grinned, waving his own ticket in front of Roxas's face.

"Yes!" and suddenly Axel found himself with an armful of excited blonde once again.

XxXx

New text message received from: Roxas

(15:24)

218 hours until the concert.

I'm so fucking amped: D

Is it lame that I've started a countdown?

It is, isn't it?

Damnit.

New text message received from: Axel

(15:26)

Yes, it is kinda lame.

But it's okay, because I'm fucking excited too.

New text message received from: Roxas

(18:31)

215 hours.

Axel laughed when he saw the new text message on his phone, not even in the least bit surprised that it was from Roxas.

"Who is it? Haha, that's a stupid question. The only person who ever texts you is Roxas. Do you even have any other numbers on there or is it just his?" Demyx asked, leaning forward to take a glance at Axel's phone screen. His head tilted in confusion, making him look like a puppy, "215 hours?"

"You look like a puppy when you do that." Axel said as he replaced his cell phone into the front pocket of jeans, "and yeah...Roxas is counting down the hours until the concert." A grin spread across his face when he said this, the excitement that came with the mention of the concert warmed his body and made him want to start skipping like a little girl from excitement and anticipation of it all. But Axel didn't skip.

At least, not in public anyway.

He loved the fact that Roxas was so excited about the concert, and he loved the fact that he was the reason for the blonde's excitement.

"He's counting down the hours until the concert...that's actually a little sad." Demyx shook his head sadly, "Axel that poor kid needs to get out more. He needs more excitement in his life, or better yet...he needs to get laid."

Cue Axel choking on his own spit.

"Well. I don't know what you want me to do about that last part...I'm really not onto the idea of hiring a hooker for Roxas." He managed to say after a coughing fit.

"No one said that you have to hire a hooker." Demyx hinted, a mischievous grin adorning his lips, "I mean, there's so much sexual tension between you guys as it is...why not just give in to it and just fuck the little Blondie?"

Cue Axel's second choking fit.

"WHAT? There is no sexual tension between me and Roxas!" He ran his hands through his gravity defying, red hair and stared at his friend like the blonde man had just suggested mass murder or something.

Though if I tried to get into Roxie's pants, murder wouldn't be an unlikely event. The red-head thought to himself.

"Oh, come on, "Demyx snorted, rolling his eyes at Axel's obliviousness, "you guys want each other so bad that it's actually making the rest of us feel uncomfortable."

"...I'm gonna walk away now." Axel said slowly, starting to inch away from Demyx.

"Do it for us, Axel! So we don't have to feel awkward around you and Roxas anymore!"

"Bye, Demyx."

"Do it for us!"

XxXx

'She's melting

She's melting.

Oh, oh, oh. She licked me like ice cream.

Dipping with my dip-'

"Roxas, someone better be dying or stuck in a well."

"...I should stop calling at unforgiving hours of the morning?"

"That would be pretty nice, yes."

"Right...sorry Axel. But since you're up..."

Yes. It's short...but i'm bored and wanted to post something up instead of studying.
Looking for reasons to not study is wonderful motivation to complete a chapter.

i know that the chapters are really short..it's just that if i had to make them any longer...i'd have to take a much longer time with each chapter and frankly...i don't have the attention span for that. i will try to make the next chapters longer though :)

oh, and i don't know if anyone really noticed, but earlier in the chapter, when Roxas talks about going to the garage to get coffee? i thougth that i should just clarify that a garage is a gas/petrol station. i could have just called it a gas station, but hey, i love complicating things.

Anyway. i start exams next week, so the next chapter, although slightly longer, will also probably be late.

Now, time for the names that made my week!

Moka nee-chan, sakurasapprentice7 and fallenofthedark. Thanks for reviewing the last chapter!

Also, thank you to anyone who alerted , favourited, or is just reading this.

You're awesome.

Yes, you.