Roxas awoke to the sound of pots clanging and someone singing. Loudly. And kind of badly. In his kitchen. This, however, he had gotten used to over the past three weeks he and Axel had been living together. Today what drew him out of bed, quickly and somewhat in a panic, was the smell of fire.
Sliding down the hardwood flooring in his socks, he flung himself into the kitchen to find a rather overly cheerful Axel removing a burnt pan of… something from his oven. Well, thought Roxas, at least he's not wearing a frilly pink apron(1). He sighed and approached the smoldering pan of burned (pastry? What was that? It was practically unrecognizable!) whatever to assist his cooking impaired boyfriend.
"What the hell are you doing?" demanded Roxas, waving some smoke away from his face with one hand, trying to seem menacing despite his short stature and lack of a shirt. It had been particularly hot in his room for the past few nights, and he had a sneaking suspicion that Axel had been playing with the Thermostat.
Axel smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, I decided to try cooking something different and I think I failed a bit." He poked the charred mass of failure and it crumbled in on itself slightly, a small cloud of ash poofing up into the air.
"No, really. I would never have guessed," Roxas said sarcastically, looking around the kitchen. Spying a cookbook on the counter, he walked over and read the title. "'Baked Alaska'," he read. Oh, dear God, he thought, groaning. "Axel," he said, "please tell me that you did not attempt to light it on fire and then put it in the oven."
"Uh…. Are you not supposed to do that?" the redhead asked nervously. That would be a yes, thought Roxas. "Why would you do that? This is an advanced cooking… thing." Roxas was not eloquent in the morning. "You can barely cook eggs." He looked at the mess in the kitchen. Ugh. This was not going to be fun to clean up.
"Well," said Axel nervously, "I was thinking, you know, maybe we could invite Hayner, Pence and Olette over for dinner."
"What?"
"We could invite Hayner, Pence, and Olette over for dinner…?"
"What?!"
"We could invite Hayner, Pence and Olette over for dinner!" shouted Axel.
Roxas cringed slightly, and said, "Why would we do that?"
"Well, I mean, don't you want your friends back?" Axel asked quietly.
"Hmm," Roxas mused. He did want them back, kind of. The only companion he had had in the past weeks had been Axel, and although he loved the redhead, well, Axel was Axel. "Well, okay," he said. "But I have to clean this mess up, so you have to do everything else."
Axel grinned, nodded, and practically skipped out of the kitchen, happy to have a chance to patch things up and make Roxas happy.
Said blonde turned to face the mess in his kitchen and immediately wished he had the chore of calling his friends, however awkward and unpleasant that would be. He sighed grimly, and began in on the charred counter top. It was promising to be a long, long day.
It was noon by the time Roxas finished in the kitchen, soot smeared across his nose and cheek. He quickly made some instant ramen and went off to find his boyfriend for lunch.
"Axel!" he called, trying not to spill hot soup on his pants as he wandered down the hallway. "Food!" He felt like he was calling a dog.
Like a dog, Axel bounded happily down the hallway (on his hands and knees, no less) and nearly scalded Roxas with hot ramen, which he was quick to put down on the nearby stand. "What are you doing?" asked Roxas, looking down at the red head quizzically.
"I was looking for something," Axel said, frowning, "but I can't remember what it was. Oh well."
Roxas, unable to resist, leaned down and excitedly said, "What's that, Lassie? Is Timmy trapped in a well? Or did you lose your favorite bone?" He didn't realize how dumb this was until he said it.
Axel grinned up at him maliciously, and said, "Nope. My favorite bone is right here." He then nuzzled his face very awkwardly into Roxas's lap.
The blond turned a shade of red that resembled Axel's hair to an almost shocking degree. Finally, Roxas shouted, "I have… CAKE!" And ran back into the kitchen.
Axel sat and laughed. That never got old.
At five o' clock, Hayner, Pence, and Olette arrived, and Roxas was about to throw up from nervousness. Pence seemed fine with everything and everyone, but Hayner and Olette (who now, apparently, were dating) looked twitchy and aggravated. All of them went and sat at the table and began to eat, the room silent but for the sound of forks on plates. After a very long, very awkward silence, Pence snorted and began to do the awkward flag pole (2). Hayner slapped him in the back of the head, muttering something about not giving anyone any ideas. Olette said nothing.
Eventually, just as Roxas was about to go get the Baked Alaska (which had been prepared properly this time), Hayner casually said, "So, Roxas. For how long were you screwing this guy behind Olette's back? Or maybe more appropriately, how long have you been a fag?"
Time stopped. So did Roxas's heart. Had this been a normal circumstances, Roxas might have gotten embarrassed and mumbled some half assed answer, but not today. No, today he looked Hayner dead in the eye and said, "Well, I've been screwing my delicious boyfriend for about as long as I've been gay, which isn't quite as long as you've been. Tell me, are you molesting Pence's thigh for support?" And he walked out of the room, feeling very satisfied with himself.
When he reentered the room, he saw Hayner and Pence sitting quite far away from each other, Olette looking somewhat shocked, and Hayner very red. Grinning to himself, he held up the lighter and cake and said, "Who wants dessert?"
Axel had to try very hard not to snort at the delicious comment. Everyone could see him; therefore they had to know already that he was delicious, so there really wasn't any point to bringing it up. But regardless of that, he wanted to begin OTLing (A/N: Yeah, I did just make that a verb. Deal.); everything Roxas did was pissing Hayner off, Pence was just laughing about it, and Olette hadn't said anything since… well, ever. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Axel took Olette into another room and said, "Look, Olette, I know I'm not your favorite person, but I need two things from you. One, I need some help in there." He gestured to the room where Roxas and Hayner were now apparently cussing each other out. "And two, I'd like to know why on earth you gave up so easily. Not that I'm complaining or anything," he added hurriedly. "Okay?"
Olette considered this for a bit and said, "Fine. But I'll tell you after we're done. Agreed?" When Axel nodded, she smiled slightly and walked back to the table. Axel began to follow her, but she shook her head and pushed him back into the other room. He begrudgingly agreed- his presence was probably helping about as much as Pence. He waited. And waited. And waited. And when Olette finally poked her head back through the doorway, smiling and calling him back in, he found that Roxas and Hayner were actually laughing with each other, and everyone seemed to be on good terms, a miracle he had hardly thought possible. He mouthed 'THANK YOU!' in Olette's direction, then joined in the conversation. He grinned to himself, satisfied that Roxas had friends again. Then he lit the cake on fire.
After Hayner and Pence left (hand in hand)Roxas trooped off to bed sleepily, and Axel and Olette were left alone in the kitchen.
"So," said Axel.
"So," said Olette.
"You were planning to tell me something?" Axel prompted her.
"Slide (2? 3, maybe.)" said Olette.
"What?"
Then, in a voice that was not hers, Olette said,"Damn it, Axel, get up! We're gonna be late! Wake up, you giant lazy thing, you!"
So he did.
A/N: Haha. Germany was soooo awesome. I fell in love there. :D He's adorable~
Okay, so my little number notes shall be explained.
Everybody gives them frilly pink aprons when they cook. I am a non conformist. XP
Everybody knows the awkard turtle. Ann Funke, some girl my friend knows, came up with the awkard flag pole, awkard palm tree,and awkward baseball player. :D
Pointless reference to a movie. Guess which one, and I dedicate the next part to you, which happens to be the end. :o Le gasp!
Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square and Disney, not me.