Fame and Fortune
Chapter Three: My Flaws
The redhead answered Demyx with a shrug, taking a sip of his coffee. "I called him an egoistic jerk. I can't imagine why he'd want to talk with me again."
Zexion accepted the cup of tea that the blond offered him with a smile. "He said something about asking some more about what he did wrong—"
"Are you fucking serious?"
"But, he doesn't want to use whatever you say to get more famous. Or something like that."
"How the fuck does that even work?" Demyx asked, placing his hands on his hips. "If he wants information that will obviously make him gain fame, why won't he fucking use it for that?" Zexion shrugged.
Axel sighed, running a hand down his face in exhaustion. All he wanted at this point was to finally go home and take a long nap. Not even a nap, just sleep until the next morning. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. It wasn't even close to seven yet, and he already was way past tired. He looked over at Zexion. "Hey, give me your phone number," he said, sliding his cell phone to the bassist. "I'll text you whenever I want to meet up with Roxas."
Zexion nodded, punching his phone number into the device, handing it back to its owner.
Annoying ringing woke Axel up, and he rolled over to try to ignore the sound so he could fall back asleep. But it kept going, even after the phone stopped, it started back up, signaling that the caller was trying again. He picked up the device, tapping the 'answer' button without checking the caller I.D. "What?" he growled, too tired to care about who was on the line.
"That isn't very nice," the person replied, smirk evident in their voice.
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Can't recognize my voice already, egoistic jerk?"
Axel squinted his eye in thought, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Roxas?"
"We have a winner!"
"How did you get my number?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his back, listening to it pop. He yawned, rubbing his eye as he looked at his alarm clock. Eleven in the morning. Wow, it was late.
"Zexion gave it to me," Roxas replied. "Also—" the doorbell rang "—answer your door, will you?"
"You're shitting me." Axel threw his covers off, slipping on a random piece of clothing as he ran to his front door, pulling it open.
Roxas stood in front of him, a hat and sunglasses on, phone still pressed against his ear. "I'm not," he said, ending the call and pocketing his phone. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans, looking up at Axel from behind the shades. "Can I come in?"
"Do I have much of a choice?" The redhead stepped to the side, allowing the younger blond access. "How'd you know where I live?"
"Demyx told Zexion, who told me."
"How the fuck does Demyx know where I live?"
Roxas shrugged, planting himself onto the plush couch. "This is actually really comfortable. Where'd you get this?"
"Came with the apartment. Now what the fuck are you doing in said apartment?"
The blond removed his hat and sunglasses, running a hand through the spiked hair. "Because I wanted to talk about my flaws. You seem to know what you're talking about."
"I'm not going to fucking help you get more famous. Dem told me that Twilight's known all over the world. I didn't know that until after your show."
"But people don't tell me what I do wrong! You did, and I appreciate that. Look," he took off his backpack and emptied it, showing off the many magazines and an iPod. "I don't have my tablet. I won't write anything down. Just tell me what I can improve on, please, Axel."
Axel took in a deep breath. "First of all, how old are you?" he asked, picking up a magazine. It was one of those that only teenagers would pick up and actually bother to start reading.
"Eighteen."
Axel choked on his saliva, dropping the reading material and looking at the kid in surprise. "You're only eighteen?" Roxas nodded, linking his fingers together. The redhead growled, looking away. "I thought you were twenty at most to be honest."
"Huh?" Roxas looked bewildered. "How?"
"It's the way you hold yourself. Although you don't hold yourself like one would in a punk rock band, you do it in a way that's already mature. In a way that you've already seen the world. Turns out, you haven't really wandered much in the adult world yet."
Axel stopped when he noticed the way Roxas was looking at him. The boy's eyes were filled with admiration, and he was leaning forward in his seat, paying close attention. Axel thought for a moment. "Here, stand up, I'll show you."
Roxas stood, and the redhead walked over to him. "Normally people your age walk around like this," he began, clapping a hand against Roxas' back to make him slouch. "It's disgusting, you're going to have problems with your back when you're older. Now stand like you normally do." Roxas fixed his posture. "Now you walk with pride for an eighteen year old."
"Pride?" the blond inquired.
"Yeah. You walk like you have a purpose, and when you stand straight like this, you give off this aura that you're powerful and that you own the place. Like I said, the way you hold yourself."
"Tell me more?" the younger boy begged, sitting back down. He picked up a magazine. "The magazine doesn't tell me as much as you do."
Axel sighed, shifting his weight to his other leg. "This in no way means we're friends, kid."
Roxas nodded frantically.
I almost didn't post this chapter today. Thank my ex for still texting me and being a fucking asshole about everything and anything.
TardisGirl: I'm glad you like my story! AU's are my specialty, so sometimes characters get a little OOC and I'm just like "fuck I did it again" xD
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