Recovery : Chapter Two
"Want me to get you a drink?" I could smell the booze on his breath. Sure it was a party, but that was a turn off. Drinking, or being around people who drank, brought back unwanted memories.
"No, thanks," I shouted back. It was exceptionally loud, what with music blasting and people chattering. I could see Sora and Riku looking over, so I glared at them. They laughed and turned away.
"You know, you're really cute." He smiled. Now, he did have a cute smile, I have to admit. It wasn't cute, that's not the word. Attractive isn't the word, either; but somewhere between cute and attractive, maybe charming? I don't know.
I didn't really know how to respond. I wasn't good at flirting. "Thanks," I said semi-awkwardly. I really was awkward at parties. I know everyone says they're awkward but I truly am.
"Do you want to go somewhere else?" Axel asked, that indescribable smile gleaming. I really couldn't believe he was already trying to get in my pants within five minutes of knowing him. Well, he looked like the type of person that would do that, but still.
"I came with my friends," I told him, letting him down cooly.
"Oh, you mean those gaywads over there?" He pointed to Sora and Riku, "They were looking over here earlier. I figured you knew them."
"Hey, don't call them that! Even though they are…" I mumbled off, semi-laughing to myself.
"Sorry, my bad. But you really should consider going somewhere with me. I could show you a great time," he persuaded, but I wasn't interested, what with just getting out of the hospital and all.
"I seriously can't leave them," I responded back. I wasn't good at rejecting.
"What if I went over and asked? I could bring you home," he cajoled. My face flushed with panic.
"No! That would be so random and awkward. Don't bother them," I grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back, but then quickly letting go. I knew he would think something else of the simple gesture.
He wouldn't listen. Even though I hardly knew him he seemed like the type that just wouldn't listen no matter how many times you told him not to. He grabbed my wrist, and I tried pulling away but he had a strong grip. It hurt, a lot, considering what I had done to my wrists.
"Axel, stop, seriously!" I half-screamed as he practically dragged me towards Sora and Riku. I didn't try pulling away because that made my wrist hurt even more. I have a low pain tolerance. Cutting your wrists hurts a lot, but when you're desperate to find a way out, you'll do anything.
"Hello there," Axel gave that indescribable smile towards my best friends. I glared up at him, but he still had a hold of my wrists. It was very annoying, I have to admit.
"And you are?" Riku kind of gave him a look. Sora just smiled. He was always so bubbly, I don't know how he does it.
"My name's Axel. Me and Roxas are, uh, acquainting. Is it okay if I take him out? Leave the party, I mean. It's kind of lame," he circled his cup around, swirling whatever was in there.
"It's fine with me!" Sora piped up, still wearing that bubbly smile.
"Just have him home by midnight. He has a curfew," Riku informed, "And, if you hurt him, I'll kill you." Riku also had the ability to hold a death glare.
"Thanks guys," Axel smiled, then turned to me. "Let's go, Roxas." He had let go of my wrist, and we started walking towards the front door between crowds of people. I didn't know so many people could fit inside one house.
After we got outside, we started walking to his car, which was a green Jeep with the doors missing. Personally, I hate when the doors are missing. I could never be a mailman or garbage truck driver or whatever.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I had gotten myself situated, putting my seatbelt on to ensure safety. I obviously didn't know how good his driving was, and you can never be to sure.
"Well, since it is kind of late, we could just head to my place." He started the car, the engine revving.
"And what would we do there?" I asked. I didn't want to go to his place. But hell, I was already in his car.
"Y'know…stuff." He pulled out, driving down the street.
"What kind of stuff?" I couldn't believe this guy.
"What's with all the questions?" He gave a faint chuckle.
"Because, I wanna make sure I can trust you." That sounded better in my head.
"Well, people tell me I am a trustworthy person." At this, he did laugh.
"Really? You look kind of suspicious to me." I looked at him. He glanced at me.
"And you look like a twink. You're a bottom?" He asked. What the fuck!?
"What the hell kind of question is that!?" I roared, feeling anger and embarrassment. Why would he ask such a random question? Well, it was obvious he was interested, but still.
"I'm just curious. I think you're cute," he turned his head and winked.
"Pay attention to the road, jackass," I folded my arms.
"Someone's feisty," the tone in his voice changed, but still sounded playful.
"Well, yeah, I am kinda pissed you asked me that." I glanced out the door, since there were no windows.
"My bad. Forget I asked, okay? I didn't mean to offend you."
I turned back around, looking at those nice, green eyes. With eyes like that, it took away your anger, just a little. "It's okay. Just don't pull anything when we get to your house."
"Well, we're actually here," he pulled into the driveway, turning off the car. We walked into the house. It was small, but nice looking, like a small family could live there.
"You live with your parents?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm 20. I've had this house for about six months now." He unlocked the front door, and we stepped inside. The inside looked bigger than the outside. There was no staircase, but I did see steps to the basement. As you entered the house., there was a small living room on the left side, which looked more like a waiting room, with a couch and a love seat on a purple rug. Then the kitchen was on the right, which has basic appliances and a small table. There was a flatscreen hung above it.
"Nice place you got," I looked around. It was pretty decent.
"Yeah, I don't pay for it though. My family's made of money," he admitted. I wasn't surprised, with him being 20 and having his own house.
"If your family's all rich and stuff then why don't you hang out with other people like you?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Like me? Hah, Roxas, I'm totally different from my family. I'm the black sheep."
"I kind of am too. Well, its just me and my mom. My dads been gone and I don't have any brothers or sisters." I didn't like talking about it that much, to be honest. It sort of depressed me. Not that anything didn't depress me.
We went down a hallway and I found myself in his room. His room was painted black, covered in posters of bands I never heard of. There was a small tv and one of those gamer chairs. There was also a small, stained green couch that looked like he had picked it up on the side of the road. His bed looked like it could fit three people and that was entirely black, too. Even the backboard was painted black.
"So I see you really like black," I remarked.
"Yeah, black is cool." He plopped onto his bed. I sat down on the tattered couch.
"What, not gonna lay with me?" He asked, his arm propped up and his hand on his face, that smirk there.
"I'm not in the mood for cuddles," I told him.
"But Roxassssssssss!" He whined, "You seem like the perfect cuddler. So cute and tiny." He flirted. I rolled my eyes.
"I'll think about it." I had to say something to get him off my back. Well, I don't know. I was thinking about it. I liked tall and lanky guys. They are good to cuddle with.
"No! Now!" He pouted. He acted like such a little kid. It was a turn off. Maturity is a turn on.
"How old are you, anyways?" He asked.
"I'm 17."
"Oh. A minor, but still legal." He winked.
"Sure, I'm old enough to consent, but that doesn't mean I am going to have sex with you," I blatantly told him. It was the truth.
"Who said I wanted sex?" He looked shocked.
"I think you've implied it multiple times." I rolled my eyes. He was playing dumb. Very immature.
"Just come cuddle with me, okay?" He put on a cute face, trying to convince me. More like pressure me.
"No-" But it was too late. I was in Axel's clutches, being hold tight against his warm, scrawny body, his arms wrapped around my waist.
"Isn't this perfect?" He asked. I hoped he was being sarcastic.
"No." I turned him down and he still insisted. What a persistent guy Axel was. He really was.
"Shhhhhhh, my baby Roxas."
"I am not your baby!" I looked up, giving him a glare. His eyes were closed, his chin resting on my head. He looked serene, peaceful. That was semi-attractive. Kind of did make me want to cuddle him. So I relaxed my body, laying more against his.
"I haven't cuddled with anybody in a long time," Axel remarked, "I'm glad it's with you. You're so adorable, my baby Roxy." Did he just give me one of the most disgusting nicknames I had ever heard?
"Call me that again and I'll kill you." I grumbled.
"Shhhh, Roxy." He didn't care. He was asking for it.
"I'm serious, Axel. Call me that again and I'll hurt you." I was serious.
"Roxy-" I immediately flicked my elbow up, hitting him in the face.
"Owwwww!" He whined, "What did you do that for!?" He let go of my waist, rubbing his face, giving me an irritated look.
"I warned you. You were asking for it."
"Well, that's okay, I guess. I like them slightly violent and moody." That made me want to strangle him.
"You're such a jackass," I told him, moving back towards the couch, until I felt his hand grab the back of my shirt.
"Just cuddle with me, please? And no more elbowing me in the face." This dude was desperate.
"Ugh, fine." I went back in his arms, him holding me close. He smelled good, too. Smelling good is a bonus.
"Roxy?"
"I told you not to call me that!" I growled.
"Riku said you had to be home by midnight, but do you think you could ask your mom if you could spend the night?" He obviously didn't know my mom.
"She hardly lets me spend the night with Sora and Riku. She can be over protective, especially with what happened." I had let that one slip. I instantly regretted saying that.
"Wait, what happened?" He looked overly curious. That's what I meant by he looked suspicious.
"It's nothing," I turned away, my face flushing.
"You can tell me, Roxas. Who am I gonna tell anyways?" He questioned. It was true, but I didn't want him to know. Not yet, at least.
"I'll tell you later, okay? I don't feel like talking about it right now, Let's cuddle?" I asked. That made him stop asking, so we cuddled.
After a while I glanced at the clock near his tv. It was 11:30.
"I have to head home now," I told him. Even though he was aggravating, I kind of didn't want to leave. I'd be alone, all by myself like I usually am.
"Okay babe, let's go." I rolled my eyes at him calling me babe. He grabbed his keys and we left.
It was kind of a silent car ride back to my place. But what happened when I was about to leave, it kind of shocked me. Even though we were cuddling before, I was surprised that he kissed me. When I was about to leave, he called my name. I turned around. He stared at me for a couple seconds and then leaned in real quick and kissed me right on the lips. It made all the blood rush to my face. The truth was, I actually liked it. A lot.
He handed me a slip of paper. It had digits on it.
"Bye, Roxas. Call me so we can get together some time? I had fun tonight."
I smiled, for once. "I did too, Axel. Thanks for the ride." I left and watched him drove away. I can't believe one minute I go from hitting him in the face to kissing him. Oh well.