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Sunlight streamed in through the white curtains, hitting the face of the sleeping redhead. Said person tried with all their might to ignore this, only to fail. With a groan, Axel slowly drags himself out of bed. He looks down at his clothes previous day and groaned again, muttering something along the lines of "I'm too sober for this." before going to the kitchen to get a beer.
He looked at the clock and found that it was one in the afternoon and everyone was still asleep. This didn't really surprise the redhead. Most of the band members were pretty nocturnal creatures only really waking up in the mornings when it was required for interviews or the like. Taking another sip for his beer, he walked to the couch where Demyx was asleep in the couch. Axel saw the jerky movements in his little brother's sleep.
'Anxiety attack.' he realized with a sigh as he knelt down beside the couch and soothingly ran his hand through the blonde hair.
Slowly, the blonde's sleep calmed down and Axel gave a relived sigh before picking up his beer and taking another swing. He left a note on the coffee table telling everyone he was out for a walk. After that, he went to his room to grab a hat and a pair of sunglasses. Then he walked out of the hotel, lighting a cigarette as he did.
His wanderings lead him to a park filled with young children. He took this as a normal thing being that it was a Saturday afternoon. What he didn't find as a normal thing was a blonde sitting at a picnic table, iPod playing, about two books out along with a notebook which he seemed to be writing in. Axel realized that the blonde is the same one from the concert.
Axel watched the blonde for a few minutes as he leaned against a tree in the shade, finishing his cigarette. A little ginger boy came running up to him and captured him in a hug. The redhead watched as the blonde's face lit up as he talked to the kid and as an older ginger woman followed (what he assumed) to be here son. There was a conversation between the woman and the blonde before a cheer and laugh were heard.
As the mother and son walked away, the redhead took this as an opportunity to walk over to the blonde. "You seem pretty good with kids." he commented as he sat down beside the blonde.
The blonde looked at the redhead in confusion for a second before he gave a small smile, "Well I hope so since I want to be a teacher."
"Really?" the redhead asked a bit taken back this information.
Gesturing to all the books, he said, "That's what I've been studying for the past three years." He looked at him again, "Shouldn't you be worried about being seen in public?" he questioned.
"The glasses and hat hide me enough." the redhead said off offhandedly.
"Do they now? And the red hair isn't a dead give away?" The musician raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "I guess I'm pretty good at knowing who people are then." he said a bit smugly.
"Oh really? Then who am I?" The redhead asked crossing his arms and looking at blonde.
"According to Sora, my brother, you are Axel Davis the lead sing of," he air quoted, "'the greatest band in the history of ever' The Beautiful Tragedy."
"Okey, you know who I am. Do I get to know who you are?" Axel asked with a smirk.
"I don't see the harm in that." he said with a laugh. "Again according to my brother, I'm Roxas Strife, a guy who needs to lay off his studying and," he air quoted once again, "'To play better music' and let him play his own music."
"It seems that your brother is a bit.." Axel's voice trailed off. Many words popped into his head to describe the brunette he had bet at the concert, but he didn't want to offend the blonde.
"Odd?" Roxas supplied for him seeing the redhead struggle with his wording.
"That. That is a very good word." he said nodding and pointing at the blonde. "So what exactly all are you studying?" he asked looking at the books.
"General Education, psychology, and literature right now." He said gesturing to each of the books.
The redhead looked at the books and to the notebook, gesturing if he could see it. He looked over the disorganized.. organizedness off the notebook. There was no pattern to each of the topics, but each of the topics had there little subsection under, over, or around it somewhere. Seeing that Roxas was reading from one of the books, he discreetly pulled a piece of paper from the notebook and returned it to the blonde with a shake of his head. "Seems like a lot for just a job."
"Thing is, to me it's not just a job." he said shaking his head. Roxas turned to Axel, "What do you-? Wait do you write your own songs?"
"Fuck yeah." the redhead answered.
With a smirk the blonde continued, "What do you feel when you're working on a new song?"
Axel took a minute to think about this, 'What do I feel..?' "Well depending on what the song's about, it's different feelings."
"Just generally. When that new inspiration hits, how do you feel?"
"Honestly?" The redhead asked, earning a nod from the blonde, he answered, "Incredibility happy. Because the lyrics I write are part of who I am and I'm putting it out there for people to relate too."
"Whenever I'm studying, that's what I feel. That giddy happiness that you know you're doing something that you love, or you're working on doing something that you love." Roxas explained.
Axel had never thought of studying that way. He always saw it as something he had to do because he needed to get through high school, but this blonde had shined new light on this subject. "Well Mr. Roxas, I do believe you have taught me something today." he told the blonde with a chuckle.
"That's what I'm here for." he said with a small smile.
"Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own if I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes? 'Cause I spent the night dancing I'm drunk I suppose. If it looks like I'm laughing, I'm really just asking to leave.." the ringtone sounded. Axel pulled it out of his pocket and said, "One sec?" to which the blonde nodded, "Hey, Dem. What's up?"
"Where are you at?"
"I'm sitting at the park talking to Roxas."
"Roxas?" his brother questioned.
"The blonde from the show last night with the excited brunette." Axel clarified. As he said this he saw that Roxas was reading away. Picking up a pencil that was sitting on the table, he began to write on the piece of paper he had acquired while listening to his brother.
"Oh. Tony wants to have a meeting, so you need to get back here." Demyx told him.
The redhead groaned, earning a glance from Roxas. He wasn't a big fan of their manger Tony Rawls. Axel thought he was an excellent manager, it was just his personality was not the greatest. "Alright. I'll be back there in five." There was no goodbye from his little brother and he sighed.
"Time for you to leave?" Roxas asked.
Axel nodded, "Yeahh. Got a meeting with that manager."
"Ooohh. Doesn't that sound like fun. Just so you know, that sentence was full of sarcasm."
"I think I picked up on that." the redhead said with a smirk as he got up. His hand brushed the blonde's side and he stood up straight and stretchered. "Guess I'll catch you later Roxas." He mock saluted him with a tilt of his head before walking away, his hands in his pants pocket.
Roxas sat his hands on either side of himself and arched his back. After hearing a few pops and cracks, he let out a sigh and began to gather his books and notebook into his bag. He put the strap of the black and white checkered messenger bag over his left shoulder and walked towards his apartment. A growl from his stomach made him second guest his destination.
Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he hit his brother's speed dial and waited for him to answer before asking, "Hey, I'm picking up dinner on the way home. What do you want?"
"Burgers!" the brunette shouted into the phone causing him to pull the phone a bit from his ear.
The blonde rolled his eyes at his brother's unhealthy eating habits, "Alright. You're usual?" With an affirmative answer, he hung up and out his hands in his jacket pockets. He stopped and felt something else in there. Pulling it out, he found it to be a piece of paper and opened it to find a set of seven digits on it. He looked at it confused before he remembered the redhead's hand brushing against his side.
Shaking his head with a small smile, he goes to the fast food restaurant and order his and Sora's dinners. As he was waiting for the order, he stored the number in his phone before texting it. 'You know if you wanted me to have your number you could have told it to me.' It wasn't long before he got a reply back.
'Now where's the fun in that?' Somehow, Roxas knew Axel had texted him that with a smirk on his face. His number was called. He picked up the food and head back to his apartment.
When he walked into his apartment, he saw Sora laying on the couch watching TV. "Dinner." he called walking to the coffee table and separating their food out. The brunette shot up from the couch straight to the food. "Thank you Roxas!" he said mouth stuffed with fries. (Really, if it wasn't for living with him for all his life he wouldn't know what he said.)
"Yeah, yeah." the blonde said waving him off. "Hey, think I could borrow your The Beautiful Tragedy CDs?"
"Of course!" Sora shouted jumping up and running to his room. A few minutes later, he came back (walking this time) with five CDs in hand. "Here you go. Flames On A Bullet skips around the 3rd song or so." he told him with a grin.
Roxas thanked his brother before going to his room, sitting on his bed and booting his laptop up. Once it was booted, he loaded all the CDs while he ate. All the CDs loaded, he put them all on a playlist, set it to shuffle and began listening to pieces of the songs.
"..'Cause I lie. Not because I want to but I seem to need to all the time. Yeah I lie, but I don't even know it. Maybe this is all part of my flawed design.."
"..My blood aches from trying to make you appear. Oh it's such an awful sight to see just me in the mirror. This is where I start to miss you! More than I can bear! I hate this distance in between us I don't think it's fair.."
He listened to a few more songs before getting his phone from his pocket and texting Axel, 'You know, you're not that bad of a singer.'
Axel replied with, 'I'm great fucking singer! Why'd ya say though?'
'At the concert was the first time I heard you sing. It wasn't till the day before that I even knew who you were.'
'You need to listen to 'We Are', 'Gravity', and 'Can You Promise Me?' right fucking now.'
'Alright, alright. Let me play them.' Roxas sat the phone down before finding the songs and playing them.
'..The life I think about is so much better than this. I never thought I'd be stuck in this mess. I'm sick of wondering, 'Is it life or death?' I need to figure out who's behind me We are, We are, We are, We are the ones we get knocked down. We get back up and stand above the crowd..'
'..Gravity, don't mean too much to me. I'm who I've got to be, these pigs are after me, after you. Run away, like it was yesterday. And we could run away, if we could run away, run away from here..'
'..Promise me to think of us, of a time so beautiful? Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful? Promise me to look back at us, of a time in your life, you enjoyed..'
'Those are pretty snazzy songs.' Roxas texted the red head. He sat the phone down and laid his head on his folded arms and slowly drifted off the sleep, TBT's music still playing, "'Cause I see you laying next me with words I thought I'd never speak awake or dead.."
Axel stared at this phone, let out a laugh and shook his head. He commented out loud (to himself mostly), "That little fucker had never heard of us.. and yet he complimented Marly and Luxord and made Dem smile."
Demyx walked in from the kitchen to sit beside his older brother, "I like the blonde." he commented.
Nodding in agreement, he said, "It's great to have fans and all, but it's good to have people that don't give a fuck if you're famous or not." He took a drag of his cigarette.
"He was right." The blonde said nodding to the 'cancer stick' as they all dubbed it. They are bad for you."
"Dem, these," he waves the cigarette around a bit, "are like your pills. They keep me calm."
"They are also killing both of you."
The brothers looked up to where Luxord was sitting at the dinning room table eating a burger ad reading a London newspaper (how he even found it none of them really sure.) His accent was a bit thicker, due to the anger in his voice at the mention of his friends and band mate's bad habits (addictions by his definition.)
An awkward (along with a bit of tense) silence pasted between the members of the living room. Luxord reading his paper, Demyx staring off into the distance, and Axel flipping his phone open and close. This was all broken when a fit of coughing was heard from Marluxia's room.
All the of them took off for the bed room.
The pinked haired man laid in bed, his fragile frame shaking from the soul wrenching coughs that were escaping from his throat. Five long minutes passed before the coughing died down. Marluxia laid there for a minute trying to catch his breath, a hand to his chest. Axel was already kneeling in front of the bed as Luxord was on stand by, hands on his cell phone and Demyx waiting for the okey.
"Marly, what can we do?" the redhead asked softly. There was a croaked and scratched sound coming from the guitarist's throat that he could just barely understand. But he did and looked to Demyx, "Dem. Water." The blonde nodded and ran for the kitchen.
Demyx came back with a bottle of water and handed it to Axel who relayed it to Marly. He sat up and took gulps of it, easily downing half of it. He screwed the top the redhead handed him onto the bottle and sighed, "I'm alright guys, just need some sleep."
Everyone complied to his request and left the room. Luxord sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair and down his face before walking to his bedroom. Demyx picked up his iPod and head to his own bedroom. Axel let out a sigh of his own, grabbed a beer from the fridge and followed his fellow band mates. 'Sleeps sounds like a damn good idea.' he thought.
He ruffled his red spikes making them stick out in every different direction before rubbing his eyes and falling onto the bed with a huff. 'We are such a fucked up group of misfits.' he commented mentally before falling into a deep stress induced sleep.
Okey! So awesome points for people who know what songs were mentioned in this chapter~. The name of the songs are actually just really big parts of the song that stands out (at least to me) and I didn't want to make it too obvious what the song was. =]
Tell me what everyone thinks! I hope it didn't disappoint you! My apologizes for grammar and spelling mistakes. I read over it, but it's possibly that I missed things. Any predictions on what happens next? Or something you want to see happy? Drop me a review or a message! =]
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