Author's (i-am-so-dead) Note: and that would be the truth. xO ...i pretty much figure that i'm going to get SO maimed for this INCREDIBLY late update. please try to understand! i'm aging! the school work, it burns a hole through my eyelids! seriously, i've been having nightmares about flunking school this year. what's worse? i couldn't get on the honor role for the last trimester, and that's what i'd been pushing for since the beginning of the flippin' YEAR! ugh. shame. ultimate SHAME.

sigh. but you know something? school's...OVAH. AND SUMMER IS HERE. dance party anyone? i got movies and chips. xD

i've always been a summer babe. really, it's when i'm at my best mentally and physically. oh, yeah. wolf whistle to that, yo. xO anyway, that aside...as usual, i had fun writing this update. and if you notice a change in perspective, it's meant to be there. yes, i screwed with the narration. why? because i'm a ninja. and ninjas make you go WHOA, don't they? ...at least the ones i know do.

Chapter Five: Well, Screw That

Now excuse me while I take a minute to change point of view. You might call me crazy as I refer to myself in third person. But listen, nothings changed much. You'll still hear my thoughts. Just in a different way. Oh, come on, you've read it all before. Roxas is still here. Just not as "I" or "me". By the end of the day, I'm still the narrator. I'm still Roxas. But I think you get my point.

Or rather, his point.

Well, it was quite easy to see that Roxas had survived his glorious first two days of school. He met all the professors-the collected and the rowdy, the strict and the just plain strange. Attended each class without one late slip. Avoided getting splashed in the face by water fountains and getting tripped on the way to class. Improved on his mathematical and artistic abilities enough to draw parabolas and a couple eyelashes. Learned about the major twists and turns in the damn college so he wouldn't get lost. Learned about all the kids on his floor that had a car for future reference should he need carpooling. Met five girls on the lower floor who were categorized as acceptable. Categorized the jocks, the geeks, the nerds, the dorks, the preps and the wannabes.

He'd done just about everything a normal college student should learn how to do within the first couple of weeks of the term. Oh, but one thing remained unchecked on his list of to-do's. Bag the guy. Take guy out. Drive guy crazy. Touch guy. Hear guy scream his name amongst other irresistible things.

And most importantly figure out just how to do all that before the year ended. Long term goals were never easy. And he was stupid enough to set it as goal number one on the fucking-first-day. Honestly, it worried Roxas more than his upcoming tests and such. It knocked up his insides a great deal and many a time Roxas would find himself hunched over in the middle of yet another mile-long hallway—adrenaline pumping and hands dripping with sweat.

He really wondered if he'd ever get to look at his best friend the same way again without the momentary thought of fucking his brains out passing through his mind. It seemed that when a teen—specifically a male teen—happened to emerge from his world of legos and trucks, sexual thoughts took over and legos and trucks became "legos and trucks", or some other horrible innuendo. Roxas thought this over with a withdrawn blush as he slowly crept up the stairs and dragged himself and his messenger bag to his dorm.

As much as it made his ears bleed to hear the plastic clasp on his bag scrape on the hardwood floor, he tolerated it and kicked at the door after realizing that he didn't have a key.

"Dem-yx," he whined in a low voice. The sound of something colliding with the floor was his reply. He tried again, this time rapping on the door with the back of two fingers. "Demyx? Open the door, will ya? Come on. It's been a long day."

That time there was a quick scuffling sound on the other side followed by Demyx's lame attempt at cussing until finally the doorknob rattled and the door flung open. Roxas inched away before Demyx's head came colliding with his own and stared blankly at his roommate who was panting with strands of hair drooping over his eyes. Demyx clung onto the sides of the doorframe while he was being stared at.

"H-hey, Rox. What's up?" he wheezed.

Roxas rolled his eyes and pushed Demyx aside so he could get in, not hesitating to fling his bag on the couch once he came within three steps of it. "What's up with you?"

Demyx raked a hand through his damp hair and used his back to push the door closed. "N-nothin', nothin'. I was just taking a nap."

"Must've been dreaming ‘bout something pretty scary then."

"Huh?" Demyx asked, blinking.

"Lookit yourself. You're soaking."

"Oh, haha! P-probably a-a bad dream. Oh, yeah, it was a creepy one."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No!" Demyx spat that out so quickly it was as if he'd rehearsed it prior to Roxas' question. Roxas raised an eyebrow up at him as he sauntered over to the bathroom with a towel and toothbrush in his hand. Truthfully—as much as he loved Demyx and all—he wasn't in the mood to be worried about nightmares. He was too busy living in his own to comfort him.

And so he shrugged and stepped into the bathroom quietly. "I'll be in the shower. Just head back to bed, will ya? Tomorrow's your big night."

"Y-yeah. ‘Course it is! Yeah, it'll be great...Great." With that sour end and with his roommate finally gone, Demyx sighed into his hand and came to the conclusion that he was the worst actor on the face of the Earth. There was no way that he'd be able to excel in whatever Marluxia was taking. His feet suddenly felt very heavy when he walked back over to his room. The door squeaked heavily as he shut it and once inside he flopped down in his desk chair and stared up at the possibly asbestos infested ceiling in thought.

Just then, the sound of a bell chimed happily on his computer and he looked down at the monitor to see that he'd left the chatroom box open. Grumbling, he moved the arrow over to the nice X at the top right corner to exit, but only after he'd glanced at the oh-so-devious message he'd just received.

"You still there? Come on, don't play hard to get...I'm just getting started with the whipped cream over here, you know..."

He gulped. Hard. And on an impulse clicked the box closed and logged out within two seconds flat.

"Mom was right. The internet is a pretty bad place."

xxXXxx

Now it did not take Roxas long to figure out that Demyx was a momma's boy. When he'd stepped out of the steamy bathroom after a nice rinse down there was the airheaded DJ sitting on the living room couch with his elbows on his knees and a cell phone pressed to his ear. He could hear the conversation on the other end as clear as day.

"Ooo, what's he like? You've mentioned him a couple of times." She sounded like the kind of mom that welcomed their kid with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at the end of the day-wearing a frilly, newly ironed apron with a heart on the tummy.

"Mom," Demyx said irritably once he saw that Roxas had entered the room. "I'll call you back."

"Before you go to bed! You promise?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

"Alright, love you, sweetheart!"

"Mm." And he shut that phone with a loud click. Roxas shook his head and without another word slipped into his room. That Demyx character was hella strange. Must run in the genes...but then he remembered the sad tale of how he had been an orphan just like him back in the day. It made his stomach twist again. If that ditzy behavior didn't run in the genes, it must've come from the water.

Yeah, it was definitely the water.

Roxas fell asleep at 2:00 AM due to the fact that Demyx would not shut up in the other room talking with his mother. Finally, the battery died, and the world was at peace.

xxXXxx

The next morning, Roxas woke up with his back to the ceiling and his arms tucked under his pillow which strangely reeked of cigarette smoke. He never did figure out how it'd gotten there...he just wished that it didn't have to remind him of Axel oh-so-much. Maybe that was the reason why he'd woken up in a cold sweat with his fingers digging even more holes than there already were in the college-provided bed sheets.

He made a nice mental note which he left pinned to the magnetic refrigerator door of his brain throughout the day.

Dear Roxas,

Please be sure to stop by the pharmacy. Search every nook and cranny for a non-prescription drug that eliminates sexual fantasies. And if it can be taken with alcohol, kindly buy it. Getting drunk won't hurt.

Love,

Your subconscious (is tired of suffering through thoughts of deprivation of much needed physical attention)

There, now. As embarrassing as it sounded, it really needed to be done.

He tried not to utter a word that afternoon and only opened up his vocal chords to answer the professors' questions and when he pretended to laugh at a joke that he didn't even hear the punch line to. He couldn't even say anything to the girl that passed by and commented on the black Mika shirt he had on with a tie-dye colored, cloud swirled logo printed on his chest.

Oh, well. She wasn't his type anyway.

Not only had he sworn to silence to avoid barfing on someone, but also he'd promised Axel that he'd stay James-Bond-y enough until the gig tonight. If someone at the school heard his voice, oh man, would he have a problem.

Axel would be so pissed, and Roxas knew that that wouldn't contribute to a promising relationship AT ALL. He knew what Axel was capable of doing when someone started to rile him up.

By the time he exited the last class around two that afternoon—unable to mumble a goodbye to his thick headed professor—his breathing hitched and the thought of climbing the stairs to the waiting floor ahead drilled into his head. Would he have time to stop by the pharmacy? Judging by the sound of pounding footsteps and screechy, howly, glass-shattering voices up ahead, that seemed very, very unlikely. Marluxia simply wouldn't allow it. He was already singing his heart out behind closed doors.

"It's so exciting, isn't it?" Marluxia said as he suddenly stopped butchering a song by the Backstreet Boys.

"Keep your voice down, yo. You'll give our cover away."

"Oh, psh. You and Roxas are the ones that're gonna be stalked. Not me. Honestly, why do you get yourself into these predicaments, Axel?"

"You haven't been around me long enough to know."

"Why is it that everything you say translates into something sexual?"

"I'm pretty sure that's just your gutter-head doing the translations for you, you idiot."

Well, as much as Roxas would have wanted to laugh at the conversation going on across the hall, he couldn't. There were still under and upperclassmen strolling along, mentioning tidbits about the huge party going on at Make-Out Point and he was pretty sure that they were all participating in Demyx's—or rather, Axel's—little game. Lord, he hated the generic names for places that doofuses came up with these days. Really, the names were gag-me-with-a-spoon worthy.

Then again, like the name stated, maybe Roxas would get a chance to get some tonight. And just like that, his butterflies returned and the door across his dorm flew open. So far, one thing had gone right today and that was that he'd managed to look at Axel straight and with a smile.

"What happened to you?" Axel asked, smiling as he stepped out into the hall. Instantly everyone's head turned and girls from left and right started giggling furiously.

Roxas shook his head and motioned for the idiot to come closer with his finger.

Axel crossed his arms, rolled his eyes and slowly walked over before repeating his question in a drawled whisper. "What happened to you? You look like you just rolled outta bed." He reached a hand out and ruffled up the kid's hair, earning a grunt in response. The black ring on Axel's middle finger dug sharply into Roxas' skull and made him curse quietly.

"Shut up," he replied. "I'll change, ok? There's no rush; the party's at 9."

The whole time Roxas semi-lectured the redhead Axel simply glanced around at the ceiling and at the wall ahead of him, the words going in one ear and flying out the other. Sometimes Roxas wondered if there was elevator music playing in Axel's brain. Then, without warning, Axel's eyes widened and a thin smile played on his face. He snapped his fingers and pushed the dorm door open. The sound of Demyx's footsteps once again pounded on the floor.

"Hey, yo, Demyx!" Axel called out. Roxas felt iffy when he followed after him. "C'mere, Rox. We're gonna fix you up good."

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me?" Demyx repeated after stepping out of his room.

"Don't ask questions! Trust me on this."

Then, out of the blue, Axel grabbed Roxas by both wrists, dragged him across the room to the bathroom and managed to pull Demyx along side faster than a flea could fuck. Yes, and that would be very fast. Demyx even gasped. After all, he'd been interrupted in the middle of pulling his pants on.

And so poor Roxas sat on the toilet while Axel looked him over and pitched grooming ideas to Demyx, both of which were ultimately the kings of hairspray. It was all very disturbing. Even more disturbing was that it took less than a half hour to apply hair products, accessories and clothing. Digging through his luggage was one thing, but standing outside waiting for him yet again to come out was just plain strange!

"One of these days," Roxas mumbled, pulling on a white, sleeveless hoodie—which he absolutely detested, "maybe I'll just go naked. Christ, why does fashion have to matter?" This was true. Roxas and fashion never got along. When he and Cloud had lived with Cloud's mother, she'd always take him shopping for what she called "clothes". He always had to be clean. He always had to pick up after himself and wear white. Do the laundry every weekend and shower every night.

He regretted that he'd adapted to stupid rules like that. They reminded him too much of his days back in the orphanage—being stalked by ladies clad in white that not once let a broom and a bottle of Windex leave their perfectly manicured fingers.

"So, it's 3 o'clock. We could probably get outta here and grab somethin' to-go before we go to the point. It's like an hour away."

"Uh, question," Demyx asked, shyly raising a finger as he sat crossed legged on the couch. "Who's got a car? Or a license for that matter?"

Roxas almost asked the same thing but was interrupted when he heard the jingling of keys. He turned and saw that Axel had reached into his pocket and was dangling a set of car keys—cherry keychain attached—around his index finger. Axel started to smirk wildly as he twirled them around his finger.

"Do you have a license?" Roxas asked in doubt. Sure enough, the keys stopped twirling and Axel's smile shrunk. "Thought so."

"Look, look, that's not a problem. Trust me," Axel said as he began tossing the keys up and down in his palm.

"How many times have you said that, Axel?" Roxas argued.

"I wouldn't have the car if I didn't know how to freakin' drive it. Think about it. My mom's a doctor and I think that she's well aware of safety. Therefore, she wouldn't've bought the car for me if she knew that I was a sucky driver." He smugly threw the keys up and caught them in midair before turning on his heel for the door.

"And we're off!" he called over his shoulder.

"Hey, Roxas?" Demyx asked, pushing away from the couch. He made sure that Axel had stepped out of the room before he spoke up. He brushed off the front of his white tank top and quickly adjusted the huge grey headphones around his neck. "You ever get the feeling like, I dunno, maybe he's up to something?"

Roxas stared at him with wide eyes. "Huh?"

"He didn't use to act like this when we were kids. I'm probably just havin' a hard time gettin' used to the new and improved version."

"Ch, so he calls himself. He's always been like that, Dem. I mean, I'm his best friend. I think I'd know him well enough to say that."

"Seriously, what made you BFF's anyway?"

"...Sorry, can't talk. Swore to shut up, remember?"

Demyx just nodded lamely and after raking a hand through his hair, reached into the pocket of his baggy jeans and pulled out his cell. "Mom? Yeah, I'm gonna be callin' you late. Me and the guys are hanging out tonight."

"Momma's boy..." Deep down, Roxas had this angry demon ready and waiting to pounce at Demyx. He just wished that he didn't have to stare so intently at Axel's head the whole time they skipped down the stairs and went on to the back parking lot. Fucking asshole! Grumble, grumble, curse, curse, hate, hate, STAB, STAB.

xxXXxx

Axel owned a Smart Car. A freakin' midget car. It was small like a midget and was most probably designed for midgets. And three nearly adult boys were certainly not midgets. Roxas couldn't help but wonder just what had possessed Axel into purchasing such a car. Does buying a Smart Car make one smart, per se? Obviously not. Most certainly not. Axel, you're nearly seven feet tall, Roxas thought. But miraculously, he could fit in the driver's seat.

Sadly for him, he had to squeeze into the passenger seat with Demyx, seeing as there were only two seats in the damn thing.

"Oh, I hate car rides," Demyx whined, gripping onto the black leather seat as Axel sharply turned a corner.

"Don't go throwin' up now, Dem. You do that then the stink'll never wash out."Axel's eyes flicked to the right where the two were crammed together.

"Hey, keep your eye on the wheel, will ya? You're gonna end up killing all of us!" In all honesty, Roxas was afraid of car rides, too. And with Axel behind the wheel, oh crap, it was apparently suicide! But announcing that would earn him a one-way ticket to shame. Pure, undeniable shame! Sometimes he didn't understand why he had to try and be so flawless all the time. Just around Axel was when he was at his worst.

Cross your T's and dot your I's, Roxas. That might come in handy. Oh, and a breath mint. Those always work one way or another.

"What do you guys feel like picking up before we drive out to the point?" Axel asked, leaning back into his seat with one hand on the two o'clock. Hookers, what else would they pick up? Geez. Demyx—who had been closest to the window—peered outside and started scanning the side streets for what would be their first non-delivered dinner since they arrived. Roxas already had loads in mind, but kept it to himself.

"You'd better know your way out there, Axel," Roxas sighed while crossing his arms. "Getting eaten by a bear is not on my schedule."

"Hah. And neither was going out to the point, right?"

Roxas nearly shot him a glare, but instead turned to help Demyx scan the buildings outside. Point this, point that. God, there was a reason why he avoided gigs and parties. They turned people into freakin' meat heads! Before he could complain about it more, Demyx's head nearly collided with his, causing him to move and get the stick shift jabbed into his side. He bit his lower lip and let out a little yelp.

"You guys feel like drive-thru Pizza Hut? Haven't had pizza since we got here, ya know."

Seriously, was he kidding? Roxas was having a hard time taking Demyx seriously. Whenever the guy talked, all he heard were whimsical fantasies and baby-talk. That's what you get for being a momma's boy, he guessed. He couldn't even put his two cents in since Axel already swerved to the right and pulled the midget car into the virtually empty parking lot of the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut hybrid.

"I'm buyin'." Before anyone could object, Axel made for his wallet and fished out the good ol' credit card. Then it occurred to both Roxas and Demyx...Axel was flat out, stinkin', filthy rich. Now, Roxas felt bad that Axel had to insist on paying all the time. Just ‘cause he slept on sacks of money didn't mean that he had to throw it all around like leaves.

By the time they pulled away from the drive-thru—five bags of breadsticks and small pizzas in the back—Roxas insisted that they go ahead and eat without him. He'd just end up getting a stomachache all over again. Guilt was just as bitchy as every other damn feeling.

xxXXxx

If you included the pizza run, the moment to park and eat, the traffic, the quick bathroom break and the gas tank malfunction, it took approximately three hours to get to the point. Three-fucking-bloody-hours. And just like that, the three of them were able to make it to the lower parking lot of the point at half past six that night. Already Roxas could hear the chattering of teens outside the window when the clown car whizzed past them. Yeah, all of them owned hand-me-down trucks and civics from the 90's.

Roxas was anything but proud. He just wanted to be able to breathe properly.

After some agonizing minutes of parking-searching, Axel finally parked the car beside a willowy tree and shut the engine off. More than eager, Roxas' fingers toyed with the handle to which Demyx started squealing.

"Hold still, Dem! I can't get it open!"

"Ha...Ha! Sorry, Rox! But you're—"

"And...out you go."

At that silent command, Roxas felt his body being pulled off to the side by his...old friend. Ah, Gravity. Long time no fall. At least he had Demyx as a cushion to fall on rather than vice versa. He barely let out a scream as both of them dropped like a pile of rocks onto the dirt covered parking lot. As it happened, yeah, all Axel could do was watch and laugh his guts out. Or...correction. After Roxas would punch him, then he'd lose his guts.

Roxas hadn't expected the weather at the point to be so good. Since the days were starting to grow shorter, the sky above was already a mix of purple, amber and black with little to no clouds lingering about. And since summer wasn't completely done filing out yet, there was still some hint of 70 degree heat wafting in the air. He hadn't been paying much attention to the landscaping on the way up, but from where he was the trees and foliage were nothing but black shadows in the distance. He sorta regretted not being able to see them. Then, right then, he saw it—the shadow of the tippy-top of the point towering over the cars and the kids.

Cars were parked up on the very edge-their headlights turned off and the windows either covered with newspaper or pulled all the way down for show. Judging by the absence of free space, it was a pretty full house tonight. All these teens down in this parking lot were just waiting for their chance to snag a spot up there, huh?

Demyx had to push Roxas off to get him to snap out of his little la-la land. "Looks like our entire school is camped out here."

Axel popped his head out from behind the other side of the car and folded his arms over the hood, a toothpick dangling from between his lips. "Mm, yeah," he drawled, glimpsing up at the silhouette of the majestic hill. "You'll see. We'll get our turn for sure."

At that, Roxas' senses tingled and he suddenly stood as if on cue. How...embarrassing. Cover up, cover up, cover up! He brushed off the dirt from his jacket and leaned casually against Axel's car, facing him with his own arms folded on the hood.

"Think any of these guys are here for that competition you called out?"

Axel scoffed, biting down lightly on the tip of the toothpick before pulling it out and using it to point to the cars on the hill. "You really haven't been here before, ey? See them?" he asked while jabbing the toothpick through the air. "All those cars wouldn't normally be here at six at night. If Marly hadn't made that announcement, there'd be virtually no one here. Zip."

Oh, now Roxas just felt plain stupid and, well, inexperienced. But he guessed that he had to keep the convo going. Stupid perfectionism. "So...how many times have you come here?"

"Me? Just once. Friend had a party going on and had me time how long it took for him to stay in car with this one girl he barely knew."

Roxas suddenly realized that he was flat out awestruck by his best bud. Not only was he obscenely rich, he'd most likely been places he'd never thought of before. Possibly the "Beyond" section in "Bed Bath and Beyond"? Who knew? But at this point, Roxas had a feeling that if he'd get closer to Axel, he'd be in for one heck of a joyride. Was that selfish maybe?

"Hey, yo, Dem! Wanna head to the table over there?" Grumble...ugh. Demyx this, Demyx that. Jealously, jealously, jealousy. What the fuck was up with Axel today? Or maybe it was just Roxas being an asshat. Phew, it's ok. You can live through this...you'll be alright.

Still leaning up against the car, Roxas watched the two of them run off behind the tree and toward some punch-social gathering. For some reason, seeing them run together made a field of daises and sunflowers sprout forth at their feet. Nasty. Almost as nasty as drinking out of that punch bowl.

Well, of course he knew better than to get a drink from a public place, and he had to trust that those two would know the same thing. That probably just made him a pansy, didn't it? Roxas sighed to himself and turned to watch the teens mingling in the lot. He could hear the girls chattering about Marluxia's announcement and the guys talking about "getting some". Pft. Right.

So, why was he here again?

Roxas almost popped open the driver's door and got behind the wheel, but upon setting eyes on a familiar face, he stopped and took a second to envision them half naked. Why? No, no, it wasn't ‘cause of his newly developed teenage thoughts, it was ‘cause it was the only way he could remember the guy. That's all.

"Sora? Hey, Sora!" he placed both hands beside his mouth and yelled out the brunette would had been strolling across the parking lot all by himself. After hearing his name, Sora looked up and spotted that one blonde kid across the way. That voice sounded familiar.

Roxas was pretty sure that Sora didn't know him well enough to smile like that. He came running at him with the smile pulled on, and in all honesty it was comforting. T he guy had been embarrassed enough back on campus.

"Looks like I win a little something, huh?" the brunette asked the second he was face to face with Roxas.

Roxas cocked his head slightly. "'Scuse me?" Then it hit him. Ohhh...

"Yeah. I'm pretty good with voices. Heard yours on the radio."

"Think you'll need to catch the other guys before we can actually give you anything."

Sora shrugged and tugged at the bottom of his red tank top. It was soaking wet for reasons unknown as were his shoes and beach shorts. Was there a pool around here, too? He probably caught Roxas staring since he chuckled and started to explain himself.

"Truth or dare," he said simply, squeezing the excess water from the top. "Had to go jump in the lake. Some girls threw the game together over by the punch table."

Punch table? Poor Roxas' heart skipped a beat and made him cough violently. Say that again?

"Hey, man, you alright?"

Roxas nodded lamely and covered his mouth in his arm. "F-Fine." No, no, not fine! Whenever or wherever there was truth or dare, oh did that scream bad news. And here he was thinking that people got over that game once they left middle school! This was bad. So bad. Feeling obligated to play the hero, Roxas pushed away from the car and pivoted his body around so he could just barely eye the movement going on behind the tree. Sure, he could hear things going on...

"...Oh, and I still didn't get your name," Sora quietly said while holding out his hand, a gesture unbeknownst to Roxas who was still preoccupied with wishing he could magically acquire x-ray vision.

"R-Roxas," he replied with no real feeling behind it. All Sora did was stand there, attempting to follow Roxas' eyes and spot...whatever he was looking for exactly. Anyone watching the two of them would've compared them to parrots craning their heads at the same time. So now Roxy-poo was a parrot as well.

"My name's Roxas." While he said it again, the blonde walked around the car and toward the tree. His stomach was churning and his feet felt sandy from falling asleep on him in that one position. He still was unaware that Sora was worriedly tiptoeing after him, asking him over and over again what was up. The thing was, he just wasn't...sure.

"I can't believe you'd do this."

"Oh, hey! That voice sounds fam—"

"Shh-shh," Roxas hissed over his shoulder. Sora shut up in an instant and proceeded to squeeze the water from his shirt again. Oh, yes, that voice sounded familiar, alright. And they didn't sound all too happy.

"No, seriously, I'm going to hate you for life if you—"

"Aw, let ‘em have their fun, ‘uh?"

"Fun? You dillweed, you call that fun?"

"Pf, yeah. How often you get t' see that happenin' out of the car ‘round here?"

"Hm. As if you'd know, hun."

"What'd you—?"

"Oh, Axel, no...don't you—"

And suddenly there was a mass groan-fest.

That voice...floofy and all around little-miss-priss. Marluxia was here, no doubt about that. And judging by the tone of his voice and his usage of Axel in that sentence, the game of truth or dare was definitely taking place. Looks like Super Roxas was a wee bit late to save the world this time. Did he really want to peer around the trunk and see the chaos taking place? He could hear the scattered squealing, moaning and guffawing of sorts. In all honesty, it scared him, but more than anything it made butterflies form in his stomach. Even Sora was interested, seeing as he wasn't afraid to step out from behind the tree and see for himself.

"What...the...?" And soon, even Sora was laughing about it. What in the name of—?

With a sharp exhale, Roxas gripped onto the loose bark of the tree, took in a deep breath and gathered up his senses so he could take one quick peek. Maybe all Axel had been dared to do was hold his head under the punch bowl for a minute, or eat Jerry's sock. He could potentially get a good knee-slapper out of—

Or not.

Demyx...and the...b-but he...Axel...he...Demyx...

There was Marluxia standing with one hand on his cheek and the other akimbo. Out of everyone in the small crowd gathered around the table, he had to be the one most like the responsible parent—not enjoying it one bit but having no choice but the give the kids a chance to learn from their mistakes. The crowd consisted of at least five girls and ten guys, all of which were either watching through the gaps in their fingers or taking pictures with their snazzy phones.

And Roxas? Roxas was...there. Standing there. Beside an about-to-bust-a-gut-Sora. Under the tree in the darkness of its shadow.

While Axel and Demyx stood over there...and made out. Immensely. Quickly.

"Ohh..."

"Hear that? He totally moaned right there!"

"Really? Oh, man!"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard it!"

The sad part was that he couldn't look away. Part of him said that it was alright to look—that it was secretly a turn-on. The other half, well, it already had the blindfold and the shotgun out and ready. Roxas tried his best to ignore the devil inside him, and after watching the table nearly collapse as Axel sat on it—Demyx leaning against him—he left the scene in hopes that he would find some pizza crust in the back of that Smart Car.

No. A Smart Car definitely didn't make one smart.

poor, poor roxy-poo. -shot- i tend to do that a lot. not the shot thing, i mean. although i DO happen to inflict self shots via-internet text a lot...ANYWAY.

i mean i happen to hurt my characters a lot. i swear i've mentioned this once before... Dx but no matter. it's best i warn you here as well. i don't really believe it happiness all the time. i LOVE LOVE LOVE varying up the events and outcomes. must i tell you why? i'm just...bitchy that way. but you love me for it, right? right?

hm. i've been drawing a lot lately to try and get over my writers' block. yeah. i have all the thoughts in mah noggin, but the car just keeps getting stuck in traffic...or it just doesn't want to move because of the high gas prices...at any rate, i really do sincerely apologize for the delays on ALL my incomplete stories. now that summer is here, i know that i'll be devoting my time to them again. i love you guys! -less than 3-

HEYyyy...it's totally friday the 13th now, isn't it? holy crap that's, like, one of my favorite days EVAR. nothing bad ever happens, but you know...it's just a cool superstition i happen to like. xD hey, it's better than that one "tipping over the salt shaker" crap. seriously, who believe that? ...ok, so i do...but shhh.

for the record: i really WANT a smart car,
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