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Roxas' Pov:

I am very concerned.

I can feel it in my stomach and in my chest, like an invisible lump that's stuck and doesn't want to budge at all.

My boss's friend offered me a place to stay at his apartment until mine got repaired. It's not that I'm ungrateful; I was relieved when I Zack told me the news. I didn't need to worry about where I could stay anymore. I didn't have to call my sister and beg for help. It felt great to no longer be under that pressure.

However, the thing that got me concerned was when Zack told me about his friend and his offer, he started to make this peculiar expression I had never seen before. At first it didn't bother me. He just seemed pleased that things had been cleared up for me, but when he gave me that wink, pointed the guy out, and started to tell me about Axel, now that got me suspicious.

Even though my boss knew I had girlfriends; I still had the feeling he thought I was gay.

I'm not gay.

I've had four girlfriends and at least two one night stands. Does he not understand that? I've told him about when they happened. Why on earth would he think I wasn't straight?

A couple of weeks ago, when mine and Sara's relationship started to degenerate, I started to use my free time to work more. Zack elbowed me in the shoulder and nodded to a gentleman in a booth. The man, who seemed my age, sat down with his laptop and the cup of coffee I had just served him. I saw how Zack winked with one of his eyes in a gesture that could only be read as 'Go and ask him out'.

Do I need a big cardboard sign with the words in bold so he'll understand? I am not gay. How hard is it for him to comprehend that? I'm not against homosexuality or think that homosexuals are disgusting or anything. I'm just not attracted to the same gender.

"So what do you think, Roxas, will this work for you?" Zack asked with an immense grin on his face.

"Yeah, I don't know how to thank you." I answered, deciding to leave the subject of my sexuality to rest for a while.

Zack chortled. "Don't thank me. Thank Axel instead. He's the one giving you a place to stay."

"I will." I assured him and glanced to the couch where the red haired guy named Axel was sitting, staring out the window, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Then take the rest of the day off. Go home and pack your things, then meet up with Axel. Go and get to know each other a little better." Zack started to guide me towards the door.

"Take the day off? Are you sure?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. Today was a Wednesday, and after five tonight the café will be jam-packed with people who want to celebrate making it through half of the week. I knew from experience how hard it can be to work alone during the busy hours and I didn't feel comfortable putting Zack in that position.

"I'll be fine." Zack assured cheerfully.

I warily replied, "Well, if you're sure about it."

"Good, I'll go tell him that you're taking the rest of the day off to gather your things so he can run home and get that secret lair of his straightened up."

"Yeah, okay. Wait, secret lair? You don't know where he lives?"

"I know where he lives, but I've never been inside the flat. I'm dying to know how it looks inside there. I sometimes imagine it filthy, filled with old pizza cardboards and dirty laundry lying on the floor. And other times I think that his flat is well kept with simple, but tasteful furniture."

I looked at Zack skeptically. Was he serious? He had gone to school with this guy and been good friends with him and had never visited his home?

After a few minutes of debating with Zack on if he could manage to handle the café on his own, I finally surrendered and accepted his offer to take the day off. Zack said he would tell Axel to go home and clean then meet me up outside the café later that evening, while I went home to retrieve some of my things.

I took of my apron and gave it to Zack as I grabbed the few things I always had on me: my wallet, keys, cellphone and jacket. I thanked Zack, telling him that I would hurry and hopefully be back in an hour, and went to the entrance door. I tried to wave goodbye, to the red head that was kind to invite me in his home on my way out, but he paid no attention to me. He just kept staring out the window.

Setting off at a brisk pace, I went toward my flat that was only a twenty minute walk to and from the café. Ignoring what the repairman had told me I unlocked my door and went inside. The flat was a mess. The smell of sewage was horrendous. The carpet floor was spongy and completely soaked with water, and most of my furniture was saturated as well. I knew that after a while of lying in this watery mess, most of my possessions would mildew, and I would have to throw it away. Since the damage started in the bathroom I didn't dare to enter it and went to my bedroom to just take the necessities. For some reason, the odor was much worse in my bedroom than the sitting room, and I had to cover my nose with my sleeve to stand being in there. I opened the wardrobe and grabbed some random clothes that I heaved down in my bag lying next to the bed. I wanted to check the kitchen too, to try to save of some of my groceries before they hit their expiration date, but the foul stench made it unfeasible to stay there any longer so I left the flat with the bag in my hand.

I hurried back to the café to only notice I got there ten minutes too early.

I looked inside the café window only to see a busy Zack preparing more coffee and serving customers. I felt bad. I should be working instead of moving in with a guy I didn't even know. Zack needed help; he couldn't take care of the café by himself. I could move in later tonight.

But my decision came too late when I saw the red haired man in his dark coat walking towards me.

"Hello" he greeted, extending me a hand. "Axel."

I took Axel's hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm Roxas." I told him, smiling. As I let go of his hand, I felt his fingers brushing my palm, and got an awkward feeling. Was that on purpose?

"I know." He murmured. "Shall we get going then." He said, as if it was a statement and not a suggestion, gesturing the way to walk towards his place.

I glanced at Zack, inside the café, too busy to serve one of the costumers. "Actually, I thought I could help Zack man the café first and move in with you later tonight." I told and beamed upwards.

Axel frowned before answering me. "That's nonsense. Zack manage it rather well in there," and before I even could react, he took my hand in his and started walking downtown, with me following by his side.

Not saying anything, I tried to take my hand from his, but he held it securely in a gentle way. I tried again, a little harder, but he only responded with some light squeezes.

I am, indeed, very concerned.

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