Even though I had been expecting the world to implode and end the moment we walked into the diner, the entire lunch- breakfast- brunch… date had gone pretty well. I had sat across from Axel, next to Demyx. The legs across from mine had constantly touched mine, a shoe rubbing at my calf. I didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded at the friend beside me. It was uneventful.

Everything became uneventful. School, work, name it; it was all nothing. I went through the motions of being a teenager- just enough angst, just enough smiles, but nothing felt real or meaningful. Even though I had started talking to Axel again, it all felt like we were strangers. Despite having sex with each other, I had distanced myself.

The images from that night were re-running in my head at least every hour, making my face flush randomly during class or at work. Though I knew I could talk to the redhead or Demyx about anything really, I found myself leaning against the trees in the football field, just as I had at the beginning of this adventure. I was writing in that notebook again, replaying the scenes in my head and transforming them into words. There was an art to writing, and I felt something special with this piece. Every moment of free time was dedicated to that notebook, even when Axel passed me notes.

We did text though, well… at least a little.

"Hey, Roxy! Wanna hang out?"

"I'm busy."

"Still writing, huh? Maybe another time."

"Come over."

"Now?"

"… Yeah."

Of course now! I was sprawled out on my bed, pen between my teeth. I felt at a… writer's block. I needed something to make it go away. When I heard the knocking on the door, I shut my blue book and set it atop the other three notebooks, each with its own color on the cover.

I had been writing too much lately, and I knew that! I knew that as well as I knew that my hair spiked all over my head. I saw it everyday in the three college ruled notebooks on my desk or it my backpack. Why had I been writing? I wasn't sure. It was all a work of fiction anyway. Was it because of Axel- that ridiculous redhead that had sacrificed his lunch for me? I didn't know.

The lock turned beneath my fingers, and it was only moments before I felt those long, lanky arms wrap around me. It felt like an exploding bomb- breathtaking and warm. Even though I wasn't used to being held to tight, I felt my fingers sink into the back of his t-shirt. He was so warm.

"Hey again, Roxy." He pulled back and I saw that smile dance onto his lips, and I couldn't stop from smiling back. Even though I had put distance between us, I couldn't help but want him close. My heart was starting to beat faster.

With my sweaty palms, I whispered a quick "Hey" before turning back to let him inside. The door shut behind him, I could feel something fall on us, light and sweet. He sat down at the table though I hadn't asked him to. I saw that question lit behind his gaze so I sat down and relaxed into the seat as he rubbed his chin in thought. Those emerald eyes shot to mine. "Yes?" I asked, though my voice cracked a little. Clearing my throat, I tried to blame the idea that I had a frog in my throat.

"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering… you've been acting weird lately. Is something up?" Of course. He just had to ask if there was something wrong. There never usually was, but it always felt like there was.

"I don't think so." Inconsiderate. "Oh- but um… what about you? Anything been going on?" I asked, trying to get rid of my guilty conscience. He raised a brow at me before shrugging and licking his lip. Oh, man.

"Not that I can think of. I've just been distracted by you this whole time," he chuckled. His eyes met mine before he started to explain himself. "I mean- you've been writing for like two and a half weeks straight and haven't even replied to any of my notes, which is something of a… a shock." He bit his lip and let his eyes fall into mine again.

"Sorry."

"No, no! I'm glad that you've found something that you really like, even a little. I just want to know what it is- though I really don't want to ask." I felt his eyes look lower, staring at my chest. I looked away, watching out of my peripheral as his eyes shot back up to my head.

I sat in silence for a moment, listening to his nails drum against the table. "I guess. It's not really anything." Liar. "Okay, um… well, it's just a work of fiction really. It's nothing real." And it never will be. I could feel the questions boring down on me in silence, the rain of question marks. Glancing to him, I warned him with a look to not ask any questions, but one popped out of his mouth.

"How much longer are you going to be? Are you halfway?" he asked, his hands reaching out across the table, his face dropped as his cheek pressed against the tabletop. "Because I wanna hang out with youuuuu!" I felt myself laugh before sucking it back in and sighing with a little smile. Nodding, I touched his fingers gently with my own.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm almost done; don't worry." There was a knock on the door, making my hand pull from Axel's a little. Who could that be? Uncle didn't like to stop by and check, and there wasn't really any reason to. I had finally unpacked all of my things! Once at the door, I opened it a bit, peeking through the crack in the door. A foot pressed quickly into the crack so I couldn't close the door, and I was shocked to see who it was.

I wished that I hadn't opened the door the moment I had seen.