My fingers pulled his shirt tighter as Axel moved his lips towards mine and my eyes slipped shut as he pulled me up gently. 'Do it' I was surprised at how forceful that thought had been and Axel seemed to notice as he had stopped leaning in and I blushed heavily as he smiled.
"Never mind," he murmured and pulled me close to his chest again, his hand on the back of my head and I scowled at his shirt at my stupidity, add my name to the list that holds 'moment wreckers'. I wanted to kiss him…a lot. But I had never kissed anyone before, how do you even work it? I can't possibly imagine how rubbing your lips on someone else's can be enjoyable, especially seen as though you share saliva, where does it go? Do I just swallow the saliva? I had been watching couples since I had started puberty and I had always been wondering why kissing was so enjoyable that they just had to do it in public in front of me? The male in the relationship seemed to enjoy it more as he cops a feel of his girlfriend at the same time, but the female always seemed more passionate about it…so what about a male and male couple? What the hell was I supposed to do with my hands if I ever kiss Axel in this lifetime?
I don't understand a lot when it comes to relationships, for example, I don't understand the whole 'let's be together everyday because we can't bare to be apart from one another', I honestly think I would go insane spending twenty four hours a day with the same person because I was 'in love' with them. And I never ever understood how people could cheat and still be forgiven by their partners, all of that way far beyond me and I secretly prayed that that would never happen to me and I was pretty sure that if anything happened between myself and Axel that he wouldn't cheat.
"How long do you want me stay?" Axel asked and I felt his hand rub my back, which caused my heart to have a miniature attack.
I then opened my mouth as I tried to force my voice to come out but another pained sounding noise trembled passed my lips and he scoffed at my attempt, pulling back so that he could see me.
"If you want me to leave at a certain time, hold up the number and if you want me to…" I noticed that he seemed a little shy and nervous about what he was going to say next and I just wanted to take a picture of his face, it would be hilarious to look at when he's being his usual cocky self again, "if you want me to stay over, put your hand on my chest," he finally continued and a lump formed in my throat, he wanted to stay over for me? Hell I knew I wanted him to stay and I knew that I felt safe whenever he was around…almost as if I could actually act like a normal teenager. It was strange because I felt like we had a bond…a friendship if you must and I had never felt that I could be a little of myself around anyone before I had met him. I wanted him to stay over but I had a certain over protective 'dad' to convince and he had never been easy to sway, that's when I usually add a few tears to my plea and I give him 'the look' that I know he should crumble too but sometimes has ignored through stubbornness which made me wonder whether we really are related as plenty of people had said that we are very alike…which wasn't very flattering to be honest.
I tapped my fingers on my bottom lip as I continued to sit with Axel's arms around my back and I closed my eyes tightly as I reached out and placed my palm flat on his chest, blinking slowly as I saw a light hearted smile spread on his face.
"You want me to stay over," he practically squealed and my happy feeling completely washed out of my body as I glared at him with my face burning as he instantly got on the phone to whatever parent he was phoning. Why do people jump to the conclusion that when you say you want something that it means that it will happen right away? I hadn't even gotten Vexen's permission yet and the goof was already grinning down the phone like a pervert that had just called his prize.
I whined as I pushed myself up off of the sofa and winced as my stomach ached immensely. I wanted to kill Marluxia; I wanted to get rid of him for good. But I knew I couldn't as murder is frowned upon in most countries. Bullies should be locked up and serve a jail sentence for what some of them do to people, adults, police, the government? They know-absolutely-nothing about what people like myself go through and they have the audacity to brag about how they are 'improving' the way we are living today. How about this then: stop working on pointless shit like taxes and start putting in some fucking effort into sorting out real problems then maybe you would gain more respect from the public, simple isn't it?
I grabbed the back of the kitchen chair and made it squeak on the floor to get Vexen's attention and it worked.
"What is it?" he asked with a slight hint of worry in his tone.
I hissed as I reached out to grab my notepad and pen and began to scribble my words down.
~ I want Axel to stay over tonight ~ I held the pad up to his face and he tutted at me causing my teeth to grind together with annoyance.
"I know you're attached to this boy Zexion, but he can't stay over, he looks like he would try anything and everything," I had never felt so much rage build inside of me as I heard yet another insult said about my friend, they had no idea what he was like! How sweet and caring he was towards me, how connected we were and how he had helped me in every which way he could, I won't have anyone speak about him in such a way.
~ Don't you ever insult him, I want him with me ~ I underlined a few of my words as I almost slapped the pad into his face and he flinched.
Vexen stared at my pained, scowling face for a while and I felt like a bug under a microscope. He took in a deep breath and pressed his fingers to his temples.
"Fine," he gave in so easily and I was ready for him to quickly change his mind as he had done many a time in the passed…but he didn't, "but make sure his parents know and this is for one night only," Vexen explained as he pointed his disgusting bony finger at me.
~ Thank you! ~ I couldn't help the smile that popped up on my face and I slowly made my way back into the front room where Axel was still having a conversation. How long did it take to ask to stay over someone's house?
"Bring my stuff over would you," his eyes looked to me as I gripped onto the doorframe, I hadn't noticed that my ankle was twisted until now, "I have to stay here and look after someone," I smiled at him as he threw a wink in my direction. He didn't want to leave me alone. He wanted to be there for me.
He hung up and put his phone on the table before coming over to me, ruffling my hair, his arm coming around my back and helping me limp back to the sofa.
"You're making feel like a nurse dude, I might have to go for a sex change later," Axel joked and I raised my eyebrow bewildered by the fact he clearly didn't realize that men could also be nurses, "have you ever had someone over before?" he asked as we sat down together, his legs crossing as he turned his body towards me.
I shook my head with a slight shrug of my shoulders; I had never met anybody I trusted enough to want them to stay over…before I met Axel.
"I have some interesting things we could do," he drummed on his legs a bit then linked his hands together, placed his elbows on his legs and rested his chin on them with a smile that made my entire body suddenly feel rather warm and a weird sensation tightened my stomach.
"I could teach you things," Axel continued as his eyes became half lidded, "there are a lot of things that can cure a sprained ankle my friend," he slowly blinked and I held back a frustrated moan as the sensation in my stomach got tighter, "man oh man look at that adorable blush," I knew he was flirting and I knew I was falling for it. I had never liked someone before.
'Axel' my headache came back, his name rolling around my brain like a ball in a pinball machine.
A car horn sounded outside and I jumped out of my gaze as did Axel and he grinned obviously knowing who it was outside, though my living room window I could see another tall red haired teenager who looked the same age as Axel, actually everything about this guys looked like Axel, he even had eye tattoo's but red and on his high cheek bones and his air was tied in a pony tail instead of just long spikes like Axel.
'Axel has a brother?' I watched Axel take the back from him and they bear hugged and then the other red got back into his battered old Mini.
I had never imagined that Axel would have a brother for the very simple reason that when I had gone to research around his house, there were only two bedrooms, one for his parents and the other for Axel so it was obvious his brother didn't live with him.
I gasped as Axel's hands suddenly curled under my armpits and lifted me up off of the sofa and I frowned at him as he caused me more pain.
'You prick' he held his backpack on one shoulder and helped me to the stairs.
"Show me to your room, oh injured one," I grunted at his new nick names and I hopped up the stairs with the useful barrier of Axel's arm around my lower back to prevent me from falling as my body grew in excitement. I was going to have my first friend in years in my room; I was going to be like a normal teenager for once in my godforsaken life.
"Dude your room is incredible!" Axel grinned and moved away from me making me stumble and have to grab the doorframe again as I had actually been standing on one foot.
"No way!" I watched him drop his bag and jump across my room to where my vast collection of Marvel comics and Manga books rested, "jeeze you could have told me that you were a comic nerd like me in your blog," he chuckled as he scanned the many titles and I hopped far enough so that I could actually shut the door and fell back against it panting, it was hard work trying to balance, hopping and then closing a door.
"You have a bigger games stash than I do," Axel's eyes were wide and I snickered. I was impressing him, the kid who never spoke was impressing Axel.
He then turned and bounded over to my bed, jumping onto it like a five year old and we both cringed as a book I had been reading the night before dropped onto the floor with a loud bang.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly and I just shook my head and hopped over to him, grunting loudly when I fell onto my bed, the pain easing slightly and I pulled myself up, "now about that sprained ankle," I felt my entire body burn as he took my shoes off and began to rub he fingers gently around my ankle.
'You bastard!' it felt more than good to have Axel curing my ankle and it wasn't long until I realized what the sensation in my stomach had caused and I quickly placed my pillow on my lap, pretending to rest on it as a hid my face with my hair.
This proceeded for another hour and I had found myself almost unable to control myself as my stomach continued to feel tighter, but Axel seemed to enjoy rubbing my feet…which is a bit unusual, but I wasn't going to start complaining.
"Zexion," Vexen called and Axel's fingers jumped away from my foot and he sat beside me with a smile that looked so strange I just had to laugh at him and Vexen entered the room with suspicious eyes and I clung the pillow to my lap even harder.
"I just wanted to say that it's half past eleven, you should be getting to sleep," I swore that it had just been a few hours of Axel being in my house, but apparently time flies when you're having your ankle massaged.
I nodded and Vexen left my room, shutting the door behind him and I looked at Axel who was looking rather confused.
"Where do I sleep?" he laughed and I wanted to hit myself for not thinking about that before I had invited him over and I stupidly pointed downwards at my own bed.
'Oh well done Zexion, good one' I winced as Axel hugged me tightly with a loud laugh and I gasped for air as he jumped off of my bed and charged into the bedroom presumable to get into his pyjamas.
I had to get changed fast as I had a feeling that Axel had a lot of experience with taking his clothes off, so I threw my shirt off and my jeans and then wobbled over to my wardrobe, pulling out my comfiest baggy black shirt and shuffled it down over my head.
As I was climbing back onto my bed I heard the bathroom door click open and I turned to look at Axel, finding that my throat had suddenly become completely dry and my hand shook as he was only wearing baggy dark blue boxers and nothing else. His toned body was developing well…very well and his arms were a lot more muscular than they looked when he was wearing a t-shirt.
"Hope you don't mind, but pyjamas make me itch," Axel beamed and he clambered onto the bed beside me, stretching his long legs out and I let in a loud gasp of air after noticing the fact that I had stopped breathing for a large amount of time.
'My body doesn't look like that' I frowned as I pulled at the collar of my shirt, peeking down at my own thin chest and scowled, Axel would never want to see that the way I want to see his.
We were now both underneath my bed sheets, Axel was perfectly relaxed on his side but still lay ridged on my back, never having shared a bed with anyone I doubt anyone in my situation could have acted differently.
"You know I've never actually slept next to anybody before," I had noticed that Axel would randomly start up conversations sometimes when he thought the silence was getting too much for him and I rolled carefully onto my side, blushing as our faces were close together, "and usually I wouldn't have accepted to sleep beside someone…" I smiled as he told me this, "but…would it be weird to say that it actually feels right being beside you?" Axel raised his eyebrows at his own words and I laughed slightly knowing exactly what he was saying because I felt the same. Lying beside Axel did feel right; I was only ridged because I was nervous.
I shook my head to answer his question hoping that would put his mind to rest but his eyebrows fell down his forehead and knitted together. Wasn't he happy knowing I felt the same way? Or was he hoping I would say the opposite?
"What are you doing to me Zexion?" he smiled weakly and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his body where my face rested against his bare chest and my body nearly broke down as I tried to keep my cool.
'What am I doing to YOU?' I repressed the urge to giggle, 'what are you doing to ME?' I almost rubbed my cheek against his chest in order to get more comfortable and I shared his body warmth but I knew that could possibly scare him, I knew it would freak me out.
He shuffled down a bit so that his face was beside mine and I tried to hide my face as he searched my eyes, I hated it when people did that, it made me feel so awkward.
"Fuck it," my eyes flew open in shock as I felt his lips sweetly connect with mine.