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"Sinclair, Axel."

Roxas watched as Axel jogged up the stairs and shook Principal Storm's hand before he received his diploma, moved the tassel on the cap resting on his pulled-back hair, and jumped into the group of strugglers waiting on the other side of the stage. After a stern look from the coach, they settled down and went back to their seats. Axel grinned at his mother and winked at Roxas before sitting down.

Roxas ignored the other students who got their diplomas - the only other person he would have cared about was Zexion, and as he was a junior he wouldn't be graduating until the next year. He rested his head on Ms. Sinclair's shoulder. She sighed and put her arm around him.

"You should be up there with them."

"I should be up there instead of some of them."

She chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. "There's always next year, sweetie."

Roxas rolled his eyes and ignored the speech Principal Storm was giving, opting to wallow in his misery instead.

"Hey, Namine! Wait up!"

She slowed her pace and waited for Seifer to catch up to her. "What?"

"Listen, Hayner told me what happened between you two."

Namine rolled her eyes and resumed walking. "You knew this was going to happen, don't act like you care, Seifer. This is all so amusing to you, isn't it?"

Seifer grabbed her arm, effectively stilling her. "Well, yeah. It's actually hilarious. I told Hayner monogamy doesn't work. But that's beside the point."

"There was a point?" She asked, attempting to yank her arm from his grip.

"Yeah, actually. Because Hayner also told me he wanted to talk to you. I'm just here to deliver you."

She sighed. "I don't have time right now, I have to get to work."

"Since when do you work?"

She tried to yank her arm free again. "It's new."

He pulled her arm and guided her back towards the school. "Whatever, it'll be quick. Let's go."

Ms. Sinclair was driving, and kept kindly reminding Axel to take his feet off the dashboard. Roxas was sprawled across the backseat, humming along to the brainless song playing on the radio. Ms. Sinclair turned to her son with a grin on her face.

"So where does my big high school graduate want to go for dinner?"

Axel chuckled and ran his hand over his face, resting it over his mouth. Roxas smiled as he saw the color in his cheeks change to rival his hair. "I don't know, ma. Let Roxas choose."

She nodded in the direction of the back seat. "Well?"

Roxas shrugged. "How about that new Mediterranean place at the edge of town?"

She shrugged. "What say you, hun?"

Axel rolled his eyes at the endearment. "Sounds good to me."

"I'm still not really comfortable with this."

He gulped as his zipper was pulled down and cold air rushed in. A hand released his manhood from the confines of his trousers and he shivered.

"You will be, I promise. Remember how good this was last time?"

He jumped as a tongue ran along the underside of his shaft.

"Thought we were over the first time jitters?"

"Listen, you know I was waiting for Nami-ahhh!"

She pulled back from where her nose was buried in his pubic hair. "Seifer told me to up the ante if you said her name."

Hayner groaned. Curse his inability to resist anything Seifer said. Curse Olette's intense gift with her mouth. Curse Namine's need to cheat on him with his friend.

Disgusted, he thought about all the times she'd made excuses to be with Axel.

Then he grabbed Olette's hair and gave in.

"Seifer, where are you taking me?"

"Namine, shut up and wait until we get there, okay?"

He dragged her down halls and around corners, and she couldn't stop hoping. She hated being alone. Maybe he'd forgiven her. Maybe he'd want her back. Maybe he'd even propose like he was planning. As Seifer pulled to a stop in front of his janitor's closet, she even settled for hoping he'd just want to hook up with her. Anything but being alone.

"Here we are." Seifer announced, releasing her arm and stepping behind her. "After you, Namine."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, opening the door. The light was off, but she could make out two figures writhing together on the back wall. She opened the door wider and the light from the hallway illuminated Olette's face peeking over a man's shoulder. "Olette?" She mumbled, glancing back at Seifer. He stared back at her before she turned back to the closet. Namine reached up and pulled the string, turning on the lightbulb overhead, bathing the small room in light. She saw the dirty blond hair perched atop the guy frantically thrusting into Olette.

"Hayner?"

Olette moaned as she reached her peak and Hayner twitched in pleasure as well. He turned around, eyes glazed, and froze. He lowered Olette to the ground before pulling up the pants that were pooled around his feet. He opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut, glaring at Namine. He waited for Olette to right her dress before grabbing her hand and leaving, pushing past the blonde as he stormed out.

Namine gaped at their retreating forms before turning back to Seifer, helpless. He shrugged, smirked, and walked away. "Told you I'd be here."

They exchanged small talk and laughs over their glasses and appetizers and roped a blushing Axel into a conversation about his future. They were so involved in their conversation that they took no notice of the waitresses arguing a couple tables away from them.

"I can't take that table!"

"Yes you can, and you will. That's your assigned table, and all your others are vacant. I'm working 2, 3, 7, and 12. Go serve them."

"But -"

"Go."

The conversation had turned to Ms. Sinclair's college days, when she had studied to be in business before realizing how bored she'd have been and taking an eclectic array of unrelated courses. She had just finished telling them about the horrid, creepy professor who taught her introductory psychology class when the reluctant waitress approached their table.

"Are you ready to order?"

Axel looked up from his menu and his eyes widened. "Namine? What are you doing here?"

"I work here, obviously." She glared at him and curled a lip at Roxas who was sitting silently, feeling tremendously awkward.

"Shouldn't you be out celebrating?"

She rolled her eyes at the unwanted small talk. "I couldn't get my schedule changed. I have to clock in on time. What will you be having?"

She took their orders and left with one last glare in Roxas' direction. Ms. Sinclair, who didn't understand the tension, spoke up first.

"What was that about, Axel?"

"It's nothing, ma."

"Don't tell me it's nothing. What happened between the two of you? You used to be close, right? And why was she looking at Roxas that way?"

"We broke up, ma. That's it."

The woman pouted a bit. "Aw, why? You guys seemed happy."

"I - uh... I sort of... There's someone else." His eyes flickered briefly to Roxas, but his mother didn't quite catch it.

"Well, that doesn't explain why she was glaring at Roxas, does it?"

Roxas cut in. "I don't know why," he glanced at Axel, who looked thankful for the save. "But I don't think she's ever liked me. It's no big deal."

"Aw, how could anyone dislike you?" She ruffled his hair and continued talking about her college days. Axel sat there uncomfortably for a while before he couldn't take it anymore and stood abruptly from the table.

"Hey Rox come with me to the bathroom really quick." Roxas got out a brief 'wha-?' before being pulled to restroom.

When the door closed behind them, Axel glanced at the elderly man washing his hands at the sink and waited impatiently for him to leave. When he shuffled out of the room, Axel sighed and sat on the counter.

"Thanks for covering for me back there."

"No problem, Ax. I could tell you were trying to keep it a secret. It's okay."

"You're not mad, right?"

Roxas walked over in front of him and hugged him, burying his face in his chest. "Nope."

Axel sighed and held the blond out at arm's length before pulling him flush against him for a kiss. He thrust his tongue in his mouth and ran his hands along Roxas' sides, stopping at his hips, and the blond responded enthusiastically. Axel slid his hand under Roxas' shirt and ghosted them expertly over his soft skin. He nipped at Roxas' bottom lip as he slid a hand past the waistband of the boy's pants, and Roxas jerked away.

"Axel," he panted. "We're in the bathroom. You're mom's out there." He looked down at his feet. "And I'm not ready."

The redhead dropped down from his seat on the sink and flushed. "Sorry, I guess I wasn't really thinking." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly before leaning in swiftly and pecking Roxas' lips. "My mom probably thinks we died; let's go."

When they got back to the table, Namine was setting their dishes on the table. Ms. Sinclair looked up at their arrival. "You two are such girls. What took you so long?" She didn't seem to notice the reddened cheeks, swollen lips, and general disarray of their clothing, but Namine did. She slammed Roxas' plate on the table and as she twisted to look incredulously at Axel, she knocked Ms. Sinclair's glass of red wine onto herself. She huffed and pulled the rag from her belt before kneeling to clean up her mess. Axel looked at his mother with no words on his tongue, and Roxas struggled to stifle his laughter. When she was done, she got up, mumbled an insincere 'enjoy your meal' and stormed off.

"You know, Axel honey, I don't think I'm going to tip her."

And Roxas let his laughter erupt.

How I dislike you, Namine. No tip for you.

Sorry this is freakishly short.

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