A/N: Wow, I'm just so into this story lately! : ) But I need something new… I have a list of pairings I will do on my profile; if anyone would like to request a story, let me know! :D Anyway, so in the beginning I had completely intended on making the whole story Roxas's POV. But when it came to chapter four, I had two options staring me in the face. Tell the story of how on earth Roxas got the whole "bring his brother and his brother's boyfriend on his first date" thing, (which I had no inspiration for and found the idea to be, quite frankly, a little boring), or I could break my cycle of staying in Roxas's mind and give you a glimpse of what Axel was thinking after his cute little conversation with Roxas. :P I decided to suck up my pride and go with Axel. And now look! Almost all of the story is in Axy's POV now. I'm so bad. :P lol But I do like wondering, even myself, what's going on in Roxas's mind while he's dating Namine, but being comforted by Axel. Guess you'll have to wait and see how HE feels later. ;) Wow, I'm rambling… Nevertheless, here's chapter 7!

Disclaimer:

KHFreakOZoid: Oh noez, I'm out of creative funny things to say! D:

Zexion: Thank God…

KHFreakOZoid: You're no fun, Zexy! :'(

Zexion: Just give them the damn disclaimer so they can read the story.

KHFreakOZoid: Ughh, fine. I don't even own the computer I'm typing on; I definetly don't own KH. If I did, the game would be rated M, Kairi would die in a ditch, and it would be YAOI INFESTED. :D But until I buy it on eBay…you'll just have to settle for this. Enjoy.

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AXEL'S POV

"So, Roxas," I prompted, finally asking. I had to know what had happened so that I could still kill Namine while it was a crime of passion, "are you gonna tell me what happened?"

Roxas was quiet. We were still in the bathroom, waiting for Roxas's teary eyes to lose some of the redness before we went to face the ruthless dictators that were our high school peers. He turned away from me, seemingly reluctant to say anything, should any more tears surface.

"Roxas, I know she said something to make you upset. What happened?"

"I'm fine," he put simply. It sounded monotonous.

I snorted, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. "Come on, Roxy, I know you better than that." I smiled a little. "Now what happened?" I asked, softening my voice.

He bit his lip, hesitating; something I'd always found quite cute. He did it quite frequently when I he was nervous. Finally he sighed, deciding to say something.

"Fine," he started. What came after was a long story filled with teenage drama and expected heartbreak.

I feel bad admitting this (1), because I should've been more supportive, but to this day, I still can't remember what Namine had said or done to make him so upset. I really hadn't paid attention. The second I saw tears reappear in his eyes, I blocked out all sounds and focused solely on making that little bitch pay for hurting someone so delicate. Roxas was much to pure to deserve this kind of crap. He deserved way better.

"Roxas," I said, once I realized the story was over (whatever it may have been about), "don't take this the wrong way, but why are you dating her?"

Roxas surprised me by laughing. It was a humorless sound, but it was still a laugh. He paused before answering. "Sometimes…I wonder about that myself."

"Seriously, though, what are you doing with a girl like that?" I tried as hard as I could to stress the word "that" and not the word "girl."

He sighed again. I knew already that even he didn't have an answer to that. I closed my eyes, smiling, and shook my head, laughing quietly. "I'll never understand you, Roxy…" He half-smiled at that.

Although I did had at least a mildly good guess why he even bothered going out with her. He didn't strike me as being shallow enough to prove the theory, but you never know. I'm just saying, it probably had something to do with her high heels, tank tops, her scrawny little ass in those mini skirts…

Yeah, something like that.

I guess it was obvious why I couldn't compete. I didn't really have the legs for a mini skirt… And I wouldn't be caught dead in those slutty little tank tops she wears (ignore the extra gayety of how that may sound…); would he settle for T-shirts?

If there was one thing in the whole world that I hate more than Namine (have I made that point clear yet?), it would be this crap.

Homework.

Ugh, why don't teachers just stab scissors in our eyes… Okay, Axel, focus. We wants "A"s.

M'kay, thirty-five over six time the absolute value of negative four hundred nine plus the square root of pi is less than or equal to the sum of two minus—

Whoa, why was there a car outside?

It was dark; I couldn't see the details of the car, but I could definetly see the headlights in the driveway. Why was someone at my house at…holy crap, 1:37 A.M.? How long had I been working that math problem?

I knitted my eyebrows together. I could think of no good reason why there'd be someone coming over this late. My parents were asleep and my older brother wasn't due back 'til tomorrow (or today, I guess). I bit my lip and grabbed my lucky baseball bat, silently slipping out my bedroom door, intot he darkness of my hallway.

I tip-toed down two flights of stairs, desperately trying not to break anything (namely my bones) and stopped dead in my tracks when I heard someone jiggling the locked doorknob.

"Damn it," whispered the other side of the door. I heard keys jangling and the perp stuck one in the key slot. The door opened and I jumped out from behind the door, ready to smash the face in of the intruder and/or greet my brother (who else would have the key to my house?).

I shocked gasp greeted me as I saw who it was. I suddenly felt very stupid.

"Axel!" the blonde hissed at me. "What the hell are you doing? You scared me half to death!" He swatted my arm.

"Says the guy who tried to break into my house," I chuckled, trying to keep my voice down.

The short pause told me that Roxas probably rolled his eyes at my retort. It was still dark; I couldn't see him. I finally remembered a few months back that I had given him my house key in case of emergencies. Hmm… curiouser and curiouser… (2)

He opened his mouth to speak, but I put a finger to my lips, politely cutting him off. I motioned with my hand for him to follow me up the stairs. He hesitated, probably as afraid of killing himself in the dark as I had been a few moments ago. I smirked, rolling my eyes, grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him behind me. He whimpered very slightly at protest but made no other attempts to stop me. As trusted, he and I both made it back to my bedroom physically unharmed.

"So," I said, plopping onto my bed, after switching the light on, "what's on your mind, Roxy?"

He bit his lip (have I mentioned how cute that was?) and sighed. "Well…," he started, "I've been thinking about breaking up with Namine."

FINALLY. The boy finally grew a pair…and a brain. I opened my mouth but he cut me off. "I mean, I've been thinking about how I want to break up with her. Don't start."

I couldn't hide the light in my eyes or my obvious bright smile. I let him go on thinking I was just happy because she was a bitch, not because I saw a tiny window of opportunity.

And I mean tiny.

Just because he dumped his girlfriend didn't mean he'd automatically come to me. Damn.

I puckered my lips, in mock-thought. "Hmm, well…I recommend doing it harshly. It's the least you could do." I smiled again, only half-joking…

"I can't do that…," he said, a little guiltily. "I'm a better person than she is. I wanna walk away with my dignity."

I groaned. "Why ya always gotta ruin my fun?"

He laughed, a sad smile on his face. I could see it. He was sad to break up with her. I knew even though he was laughing, he wanted to cry. I sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, an understanding smile on my face. He sighed back. I opened my arms to him, grinning.

He crossed his arms pausing, and then he took a step forward placing his forehead on my shoulder. Okay, not a real hug, but it gave me the invitation to hug him at least. I'd take what I could get. And I did; I wrapped my arms around his shoulders like I had earlier and we stayed like this for a minute. I hid the disappointment from my face when he pulled away, gently.

"Ax…"

"Yeah? I asked.

"You're a good friend."

I half-smiled. "Right." Friend…

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A/N:

(1) Okay, I am a bad, bad, baaad authoress. I admit it. I was just too lazy to think of a good reason for them to fight. And it was NamiRoku. I reeeally didn't care enough to think of one.

(2) I don't own Alice in Wonderland either. :#