Saw your face, heard your name, gotta' get with you.

I can still remember the first time I saw the blond. We were kids, and he was the shortest six-year old I'd ever seen. Granted, I was the tallest nine-year old most people had seen, but still. He was a shorty, but even then, he was the cutest thing I'd ever seen – even compared to the girls. So naturally, as my eyes continued to follow him as we got older, I figured I was gay – or bi, or something. I'd dated both genders over the years, so I guess that was the right word for it. But I never got over the shorty.

During my senior year of high school, he finally showed up as a freshman. I ended up being an aid for one of his classes, and that was when I had finally learned his name. Roxas. We'd always been in different grades obviously, and high schoolers didn't hang out with kids in middle school, so I had never learned his name. But now I knew it, and really, how could anyone expect me to not try and get to know him now?

Our age difference had always put an invisible wedge between us, even if he didn't know it, and now that he was in high school, that wedge was significantly lower. Sure, it'd be illegal the second I turned eighteen, and I'd only have the rest of the school year to make a move, but come on. I had to try.

The biggest thing in my way, however, was my nerves. Yes, that's right. I, Axel, proclaimed badass of the high school, actually sort of sucked at asking people out. I'd only done it once, and it had been a disaster. People normally asked me out, and under those circumstances, I was my normal, dashing self. But when I was put into the hot seat, I chocked. And this person wasn't some random person, either. This person was the kid I'd been checking out since I was nine. He's the whole reason I even realized that guys were good looking.

So, I didn't do anything for quite a while. I just watched. I wanted to see the kind of person he was, through being the aid for his class, and just random passing through the halls. And from my observations, I realized that his group and my group were pretty similar. We were thought as the 'punks' of our high school, and from what I could tell, Roxas's little friends would be the new 'punks' when we left.

However, even with the knowledge that we were most likely into the same stuff, it still took me a while to actually do anything about it.

"You're Axel, right?"

Apparently I had been zoning out and someone was talking to me. Whoops.

"Sure am. What can I do for…you."

I had zoned out so much that I hadn't realized that my walking fantasy had approached me. Holy fuck.

"Umm," he scratched the back of his head nervously. That was so fucking cute. "Look, this is gonna' sound really weird, but umm, my friends said that you've been looking at me…" Oh fuck. Stupid cutie's friends. Why did they have to see? Why did I have to be so obvious? "And I was just sort of, uh, wondering if it was true?"

I swallowed. "And why would you want to know?" I asked, feigning confidence. In reality, I was ready to bolt. He could be straight. He could be ridiculously straight and I may have offended his 'manly' pride.

"Just…'cause…" He sounded defeated, and really, how could I lie to him when he sounded like that?

I sighed, looking over him and looking right into his ridiculously blue eyes. "It's true."

His eyes widened then and they looked right into mine. He looked surprised and…hopeful?

"Why?"

I rolled my eyes. Did he want me to spell it out for him? "Why else would a guy be staring at another guy?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he said, but instead of sounding defeated, he sounded even more hopeful. Actually, I'm pretty sure he was starting to smile. "Maybe to size me up to kill me?"

I laughed at that. "It'd take two seconds to size you up, Shorty," I told him, and I was grinning, too.

"So…you've been checking me out?"

Shorty is brave. "Maybe," I tell him, still looking into his eyes.

"Then…say if you have been checking me out, would that mean that you like me?"

"Theoretically," I said, though I'm pretty sure the grin on my face made it obvious.

And the widening smile on his face was making me all the more hopeful. No fucking way.

"Then, umm, would you want to go out some time?" he asked, and his nervousness was adorable.

"Like tonight?"

"Like tonight."

I'm pretty sure the smile on his face was big enough to break it, and it was really hard to not look like that, too. Leaning up out of my chair, I noticed that the class was about to be over, and so I grabbed a pen and ripped some paper, before writing my number on it and handing it to him.

"Text me your address and I'll pick you up at eight, yeah?" He just nodded, but the look on his face was so cutely happy that I couldn't stop myself from kissing him.

It was brief, on the lips, and probably his first kiss – which made it even better – and it was probably the best kiss ever. And when I pulled away, his eyes were closed and his cheeks were flushed.

"See ya' later, Shorty."

And I walked out as the bell rang.

Boys like Boys like girls do.

Author's note: Wasn't planning on writing another chapter for this, but oh well. It's still a oneshot, and I love AkuRoku almost as much as I love SoRiku. I may write more, but it'd be the same type of idea. So I most likely won't write about the dates. I could, but I probably won't. I don't really wanna' get too deep into this since they're just supposed to be short little oneshots that don't go anywhere.

Thanks for those who liked the SoRiku one though and I hope you enjoyed this one too. ^_^