HEY! So it's time for Threats!
And I guess I didn't make things clear enough last chapter:
AXEL IS NOT COMPLETELY FORGIVEN. ROXAS FEELS NEUTRAL. THAT MEANS AXEL CAN POTENTIALLY MESS UP WHAT LITTLE BIT OF THEIR FRIENDSHIP THAT THEY SAVED. So yes, I have that out of the way.
So, onto the next chapter. I'm just going to say one other thing first: YES. THERE IS STILL A 'WAR' GOING ON!
ENJOY! :)
P.S. IT'S NOT NIGHTTIME YET.
I'M SORRY FOR TAKING AGES. SOME PERSONAL STUFF HAS COME UP EARLIER IN THE WEEK AND SUCH AND IT REALLY RUINED THE WRITING MOOD. I'm sorry, I feel like a jerk!
Not long after Axel's sob fest I got off the bed and sat on my own bed. The silence hung thick around us, squeezing what little comfort I had in my mind at the moment. I sigh, bored as heck now that nothing interesting is happening. I reach over to the little desk and grab the book laying there. I flipped to a random page and began to read. Just when I was starting to get into it, someone knocked on the door.
"Ugh! I'll get it, it's probably for me since you have no friends," I say getting up. I make my way to the door, letting my arms hang loosely. I flung the door open.
"AY, AY, AY, AY!"
Before I could even see who it was, something slammed into my face, exploding on impact. Something trickled down my face and my brand new shirt. I sighed and swiped the piece of balloon that was resting above my eyes. In the door way I saw a surprised looking Sora. He had white war paint on his face, and a terrible knock off of Native American clothing. Sora open and closed his mouth rapidly.
"Roxas, I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry-" Before he could finish his sentance, I slammed the door in his face. I turned away from the door and stomped away from the door. Axel looked up then raised his eyebrows.
"What happened?" He asked me. I ignored him. It's his fault this happened. He was Sora's target and he should've gotten off of his lazy ass to get the door! And yes, my logic is impeccable. This is all Axel's fault, damn him into hell. I made my way into the bathroom and slammed the door. I still didn't know what was in the balloon Sora threw at me, and this is the moment of truth.
I take a deep breath then jumped in front of the mirror.
Holy fucking shit Sora. You're a fucking idiot
Sora had put something pink- probably dye in the balloon. The balloon hit my face. That means my face is doomed to be pink. I let a strained breath out hung my head. I rubbed my forehead, my head beginning to hurt from all of this bottled up rage I'm beginning to feel towards Axel and Sora. I peeled my soiled shirt off and threw it onto the ground along with Axel's shirt. Without thinking about it, I used my hands to wipe off the dye.
Halfway through that I realized I was only transferring the dye to my hands which is probably worse than having it on my face.
"Damn," I say in a not too quiet tone. I turn on the water and shove my hands under the stream. I rub my hands together, then reach for the soap. I squirt it into my hands and rub it together quickly. The foamy soap turns an extremely light shade of pink, and I breath a sigh of relief. I keep rubbing and rubbing it, rubbing for what seems like forever. There's not a noticable difference in the color of the soap.
I groan and rinse of the soap. My hands became a slightly lighter shade, but it was still blazingly obvious. Now it's time for my face. I take the one other unsoiled wash cloth and soak in in the water. I apply soap then rub my face as hard as I could. I scrubbed as hard as I could, probably making my cheeks red. The soap turned a light pinkish color, like with my hands. I washed the rest of my face, keeping my eyes closed until I was done with everything.
I rinsed my face and shut of the water. I took a deep breath before opening my eyes. My face was still pink. Damn. Damn Sora, Axel, and the inventor of dye. I threw the washcloth on the floor along with Axel's shit shirt. I looked at my brand new shirt, a dark stain covering the front. I sighed once again and lifted it off and threw it with Axel's shirt. We're making our own little trash pile that'll have to be cleaned up soon, and I won't be doing it (FYI).
I quickly exited the bathroom and ran to my bed. I landed face first and groaned. I must admit, I'm burning with hate. I heard Axel shift in his seat and clear his throat.
"So, um, want to explain what just happened?" He asked me. I flipped around and glared at him. Axel furrowed his eyebrows.
"It's your fault!" I exclaim. Axel shakes his head, narrowing his eyes, his lips slightly agape.
"What?" He asks me. I scoff and cross my arms.
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," I say back to him. Axel frowned.
"I honestly don't know," He said. I sit up.
"You didn't get the door," I say to him.
"That's because you said you were going to get it!" he shouted back.
"You could've stopped me," I say back. Axel hangs his head, then he laughs.
"Your logic sucks. I hope you know that," he says in between bouts of laughter. I pout and huff, glaring at the wall.
I say, "You speak lies. That's because you're an ass hat. My logic is impeccable." Did I mention I have a tendency to compulsively lie about myself in tight situations? If you couldn't tell that much, well, there it is.
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm the logical one," he said. I turn my head back at him and sneer.
"Yeah, giving away your best friend's secret just to be initiated in a group of homphobes while you in fact are homosexual is so logical," I say, sarcasm evident in my voice. Axel doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds. I study his face while he's silent. He crinkles his nearly non existant eyebrows, and purses his lips. I remember that as his 'decision face.'
"How about I take you out?" He asks out of nowhere. My mouth hangs open.
"NO. I REFUSE to go anywhere with you! R-E-F-U-S-E," I say to him. Axel nods, his eyes seeming to light up.
"Yeah, we'll go see a movie. You know, a logical movie," I throw a pillow at him. Axel doesn't even flinch.
"Fuck you, asshole," I say to him. Axel just smiles.
"You know you want to," Axel coaxes. I frown.
"I don't," I say back, hoping that it sounded final.
Twenty minutes later I was dressed in another brand new shirt with Axel pulling me behind him with his hand locked onto my forearm. More times than I could count I've tried to jam the heels of my feet into the floor, but it was no use since he was able to drag me on as if I had done nothing. Damn my girlish psyhique. I really didn't want to go at all. I'm still damn pissed at him for not stopping me from getting the door, and for questioning my superior logic.
"I don't want to go," I whined. Axel looked back.
"Too bad, I'm forcing you to see a movie with logic in it. So quit whining and enjoy my temporary nice-ness," He instructed while turning back around.
"But I don't want to," I whined again, ignoring his command. He sighed loudly and shook his head. I smiled. I was getting to him. Hopefully he'll let me leave if I whine enough.
I whined and whined until we got to his car. First he sat me on the hood of the car like a was a small child. Humiliated, I pouted and crossed my arms, glaring at nothing. Axel was going through some random crap he had in his car, probably moving it around so I actually have somewhere to sit. Yeah, that's because he's lazy.
"Axel, why am I sitting up here? I feel like a little kid!" I whine, loudly at that. Axel doesn't answer for a couple of seconds, but he moves out from his car and looks at me.
"It seemed fitting. Now get your fat ass in this car," He says to me. I shake my head.
"Two things. First, you're an ass, I don't know why I was nice to you today. I think my brain malfunctioned of something. And two, there's no fucking way I'm getting in that car of yours," I say.
"Yeah, I know I'm an ass. It's just like how your ass is fat. Just get in the car or I'll give you to a marluxia(1)," he says. I gasp. Oh no he didn't. I'm tired of people calling me a fat ass, I know for a fact that my bum is not fat.
"NO," I say loudly. Axel sighs and walks to me. He picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. I scream and punch his back as hard as I can. Axel acts as if he didn't he notice. I moved onto something else that will surely get someones attention.
"HELP, HELP! A MARLUXIA HAS ME! I'M GOING TO BE RAPED!" I should have thought that one through because there was no one else here and I'm just ruining my vocal cords. I give up. Axel pauses and opens the car door, throwing me into the passenger seat. His car is res and incredibly shiny on the outside. The inside was a bit dirtier though. It had black leather seats and random pieces of paper and boxes littering the floor. I drew my legs up to me and glared at Axel who was crossing to the other side of the car. Consider me on the anti- Axel side again.
He slid into the car and started the car. We sat there for a while, not moving an inch. Being the impatient person I am, decided to show my distress.
"Why aren't we moving? If we have to go why don't you move the frickin' car?" I yelled at him. Axel gestured to himself. I inspected him and saw nothing out of the ordinary (other than the fact he has a nice body- which will never be mentioned again). I blushed slightly from the weird thought, then dismissed it as a sarcastic though, yeah, that's it. "What?" I ask. He looks at me, then something behind me. I look out the window, moving my head to get a better view of everything. All I saw was a fat chick. "You want to screw that fat lady?" I ask. I honestly thought that was the answer. Axel furrows his eyebrow, then laughs heartily.
"What? No! Just put on your seat belt," He said while laughing. I make and 'o' with my lips and grabbed the seat belt from behind me. I yanked it forward, but it didn't move. I tried again, and again, and again, but the seat belt wouldn't budge. I grumbled and pull once more. This time when it wouldn't move I leaned forward and slammed my head against the small black ledge.
"I can't do it," I said lamely, even more humiliated than when I had to sit on the hood of the car. Wordlessely Axel leaned behind me and hit the side of the car. Then he pulled on the seat belt and it came out of it's hole. I looked at him, and grabbed the seat belt from his hand. I leaned backand quickly buckled in. Axel pulled out of the lot and drove off.
"I don't get a thank you?" He asks me. I flit my gaze to him quick, then return to glowering out the window and the fast changing scenery.
"Thanks," I say quietly. I sink low into my seat, leaning my head against the window. Ugh, let the torture begin.
At the movie theater I stood three feet away from him. We were going to see some stupid movie about what I'm guessing is a stuttering king who needs to give a speech or something. I don't know, all I know is that it has something to do with politics. Axel walked over to me and shoved a giant tub of popcorn into my hands and shoved a bag of skittles in my face. Ugh, why does he even remember that I have this weakness for skittles. Axel motioned me over to the small podium where we have to hand in our tickets. I dragged my feet behind me and grudgingly handed my ticket to the man behind the podium. Before I followed Axel though, I leaned into the man's ear.
"I hate that shit face," I say, nodding my head in Axel's general direction. The man laughed and smiled.
"Well, I guess that's a good reason to go with someone to the movies. You're getting everything free, right?" He asks me. I nod and put the tub of popcorn on the podium, sticking out a hand.
"I'm Roxas," I say. The man shook my hand firmly and gave me another giant smile. His brown hair fell just above his blue eyes, but it didn't look bad like it would on other people.
"I'm James," He says. His eyes scan over my face. "Do I even want to ask why your face is pink?" He asks me. I shake my head, and he nods. His eyes flit over to Axel's retreating form.
"Well, you should go catch up to him," He says to me. I nod and pick up my popcorn. I jogged to Axel, feeling suddenly energized from my brief meeting with James. Axel hadn't even noticed I was gone. And he didn't notice that I was sleeping through the whole movie.
I woke up two seconds before the lights were turned up again. I blinked away the groginess from my eyes, and yawned not so quietly. Axel looked at me for a second then stood up, dragging me with him.
"So, do you feel enriched?" He asks me. I nod, rubbing my eyes and slamming my shoulder into the door. "Is your logic feeling sharpened?" He asks me. I nod again, throwing out the tub of popcorn. "I know you were sleeping," He says. I turn to him quickly and let my mouth hang open.
"What? How?" I ask him. Axel smiles.
"Dude, you've fallen alseep when we hung out in Twilight Town, I know what you look like when you've just been sleeping," He says. I huff and walk ahead of him as fast as my little legs could take me. I make my way to where James was and slam my head on the podium.
"UGH. Kill me now!" I groaned right after that. James cleared his throat.
"Um, do you need someone to talk to?" He asks me. I turn my head and look at him, nodding. He digs in one of his pockets and produces a ripped and tiny square of paper, the he grabs a pen from somewhere in the podium. He scribbles something down then shoves it into my face. I grab it and stand up completely. On it was a phone number. That reminds me, I'll have to get my phone from Axel, I have a feeling that he's hiding it somewhere.
"Thanks, I'll call you if he acts bitchy again," I say. James smiles and nods. Axel comes up and doesn't even give James a second glance, then motions me to walk with him. I ran after him and didn't look at him.
"Want to know what we're doing next?" He asks me.
"Are we going back?" I ask getting somewhat excited from the thought. Axel shakes his head.
"Nope! We're doing something better!" He says. Nothing is better than going back to my dorm. This doesn't seem like a good thing.
"And that would be?"
"Sea- Salt ice cream!" He says with a giant smile. Despite my returning hatred for Axel, I can't help but be happy about having ice cream. Even the though of having it with him isn't ruining my mood. It's actually elevating it, in a way.
It's going to be just like old times.
Hope you liked it! I think it was a pretty crummy chapter, but I'll be glad if you didn't think so.
Some questions, as usual:
Do you like the way I make the character's personalities? If you don't, what don't you like about them? Which one is your favorite?
Thanks for reading!
(1) In Threats, a marluxia is a rapist/ pedophile/ child molester/ kidnapper/ anything like those things.