A/N: Hi! :D Okay, so the last few chapters I've written mostly in Microsoft Word, because I FINALLY got it. (I know, a writer without Word? Fail. My laptop came with the trial only…and no serial number thing to get the full version. So two years later, we FINALLY bought it. We were lazy. Lol So I've been using NotePad x( And when I'm writing my documents ON , my computer keyboard decides to lag, making spelling reeeally crappy. And I'm to lazy and impatient to get a beta reader, even though I could probably get one if I wanted xD Anyway…) ENJOY! Glad you guys are still reading. This is only my second attempt at fanfiction, like, EVER so I'm soo grateful to your critique! :D You guys are the reason this story is still going! xD Thanks!

Disclaimer:

KHFreakOZoid: Aw, but Roxy, you guys are so cute together!

Roxas: #1: Don't call me Roxy.

Axel: YEAH! That's MY job. *glomps Roku*

Roxas: And #2 I answer questions about my lovelife to no one! NO ONE, I SAY!

Zexion: Picky, picky…

KHFreakOZoid: *sigh* Roxas, you don't wanna date Namine, you refuse to comment on Axel, make up your mind! D: Come on, readers, tell him to come clean! :]

Roxas: Uh oh…

KHFreakOZoid: Muhaha… He he… :] I own only the idea for the story and my personal love for mah boiis here. ;] Although I desperately wish I owned some Lucky Charms… Ah, well. Read on!

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AXEL'S POV

We got up exceptionally early the next morning; 7:52 A.M. I guess? I practically sucked down our bowls of Lucky Charms and then swung our backpacks on our shoulders, heading out his front door. He didn't say goodbye to his mom; she'd already left for work hours ago.

He was making things…extra difficult today.

You know, sometimes I wondered if Roxas really did know I still I liked him. Like today, for instance. He was wearing a ratty old pair of jeans, the pair I'd complimented once. They were worn out, but I personally thought it looked good on him. It was…sexy.

But as unfair as this temptation was, I was satisfied, happy. Although I really wished he wouldn't be so difficult sometimes and just let me love him, these were the kind of days I liked. The days where we could just be together; no drama, no stupid Namine, no worries. This was how it ought to be all the time.

We sat down on the bench at the bus stop, waiting for the school bus. We sat in another comfortable silence and I sighed, content. Until I saw a new addition to his backpack. My face spread into an evil grin.

"What's this?" I asked him, unclipping a keychain from his bag before he could do anything about it. When I had it in my hands, he blushed a little. It was a good color on him.

"Give that back," he giggled nervously, knowing he was about to hear about it. He tried to snatch it back from me, but I held it out of his reach.

It was a small plush care bear, a prize I'd won him at the fair last year. He'd rolled his eyes at the time and said it was stupid but apparently he'd kept it all this time…

My heart warmed a little.

"Aw, someone still wuvs his teddy bear," I mock-pouted at him and chuckled, clipping it back onto his backpack.

Roxas rolled his eyes, trying to cover his embarrassment. He failed. "Please. You went to the trouble of winning it; I thought I might as well use it…," he mumbled, trailing off a bit. I could tell he was still blushing, although he didn't meet my eyes. I laughed lightly, and he soon joined me. A bright smile made its way onto his face and it made my day to know that something so beautiful such as his smile was created because of me. Nothing could ruin this day.

Whoops. Spoke too soon.

My smile faded along with my laughter as I peered of his shoulder. He followed my eyes, half smiling at what he saw. A red Bug drove up to the curb. A stupid car I unfortunately knew all too well. It meant my Roxy-time was coming to an end…

Namine smirked at Roxas, as he got up. It was a disgusting smile.

"Sorry, guess I'll meet you at school?" he smiled at me and waved, getting into the car.

Namine raised an eyebrow at me, and pulled Roxas in for a long kiss. It was way too steamy for me to just sit back and not rip her head off.

Damn my good self control. Damn it to hell.

I sat there and rolled my eyes, knowing there was nothing I could do. He responded to the kiss, but it cooled my temper just a tad to see that he was no where near as into it as she was. They broke apart, needing air, and Namine smirked at me. I think Roxas was going to say goodbye again, but she sped off before he had the chance. The manipulative bitch.

I sighed when the beautiful blonde hair was no longer in sight. Looked like I was riding the bus alone. Okay, so maybe the day wasn't going to go as well as I'd hoped…

I had made sure that we got to the bus stop early, so we could just have some time together. But since he was gone, I just decided I would let my mind wander. And of course, my thoughts almost immediately went to Roxas.

I thought of the small, shy smile I'd seen on his face when I'd noticed the little care bear hanging on his backpack. It made me melt. Small as it was, the smile had lit up my whole day. His smiles were rare these days. And I completely blamed Namine. She had an ego the size of her boobs (which, come to think of it, is probably the only reason Roxas even stuck around) and felt the need to make everyone around her feel like an idiot. Even the people she "loved."

Did I actually believe that Namine loved Roxas? Psh, hell, no. I think what she really loved was the popularity. But me…

I really did love him. There was no beating around the bush to that fact now.

Roxas was good-looking, smart, and a pretty damn good athlete. Hence his popularity. Me? My title was Roxas's unlikely best friend. That was really the only reason anyone knew who I was. Not that I really care.

But Namine cared way too much about it. And the way she treated him was disgusting. She thought of him as an accessory. Big deal. If she wanted one so bad I'd gladly by her a Prada handbag in exchange for him.

Eventually the bus came and I sat alone in the front seat, allowing me to get off quickly when we arrived at school. Then I went through three hours, three classes without Roxas.

When lunchtime finally came, I ran with inhuman speed to the cafeteria. I look around for the blonde locks I'd become so attached to, but he wasn't there. I scanned the room again, my search coming up negative. I shook my head and started searching again, for a different blonde. A bottle blonde.

I saw Namine, sitting with her plastic lackeys laughing about something. Most likely some poor girl's makeup. Roxas was nowhere near her. Not that she seemed to notice or care.

I left the cafeteria, ignoring the rumbling hunger in my stomach, and walked to the men's restroom. I had mixed feelings about what I found. I was relieved because I had found the beautiful blonde I'd been looking for.

And I was horrified. Because said beauty was hidden by a mask of tears.

I walked into the open stall that had my best friend curled up, hunched over the toilet, quietly sobbing. Damn, if there'd ever been a time that I wanted more than anything to wrap my arms around him, (sadly, Roxas wasn't much of a hugger…) it would be now. My heart broke more and more the longer I looked at him. I hesitated at then put a hand on his back. I heard him gasp softly but he didn't turn around to see who it was. He probably knew it was me.

"It's okay, Rox. I'm here," I told him softly. I was there for him. I let him know I cared. I listened to what he had to say. But not once did I ever ask him what had happened. I knew he was silently thanking me for that.

I let him cry it out some more and eventually, with a sniffle, he got up from the floor. He turned to face me, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. I fixed that.

With a gentle finger, I pulled his chin up to look at me. His eyes were stained red. He looked ashamed of his tears, afraid that I would make fun of him. I didn't. My eyes were soft and understanding. He saw this and he closed his eyes, letting another tear escape.

I guess I wasn't thinking about what his reaction might be or what the consequences might be, but then again, in that moment, I guess I also didn't care.

I pulled him close to me and wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders, hugging him. At first he didn't move, didn't respond. I didn't let go.

I swear to God my heart almost gave out when I felt his arms wrap tightly around my waist.