ROXAS

Ever had a craving for something, have your hopes set up real high, only to have them dashed to bits when you realize you can't have it?

Yea, so have I.

As a matter of fact, too many times. Like right now for instance. I just wanted to get a simple ice cream bar after work like always, but looks like I can't have that at all. Wanna know why? Well that's an easy one.

The ice cream parlor was out of my favorite flavor! I really had my mouth set for some sea salt ice cream too! I let out a frustrated…um…'sound' (To tell you the truth, I don't even know what kinda sound it was) as I stalked back to my Camry. Hey, Camry's are nice cars, and fuel efficient, seeing as gas stations wanted you to offer your soul along with your first born for a gallon of gas. But back to my dilemma, I need some ice cream!

A few of my co-workers and friends often say I'm addicted to the light blue delectable sugary/salty treat from heaven. And I say rubbish! I just really really really like it is all. I, Roxas L. Gainsborough, hereby state that I am not addicted to ice cream! Besides, Olette can't talk, the way she shovels cinnamon rolls into her face. I warn her about being reincarnated as a giant cinnamon roll, and she said that would do her just fine. And Pence, boy the world knows he has no room to talk, seeing as he eats everything under the yellow sun! And don't get me started on Hayner. That guy eats like he hasn't had anything for months! Gosh, but I love them to bits. Even if Olette is my boss, and driving me insane is her idea of fun.

So anyways, I putted my way to the super mart so I could by a knock off version of Sea salt ice cream. Pence then took it upon himself to call me while I waited in one of those lines where women could have their babies, and said babies would graduate from college, and still be no where near the front.

"Hello?" I snapped into the phone. Hey, this is what happens when I don't get my ice cream after a long day's work of serving donuts and nearly scalding my self with searing hot coffee.

"Geeze, what's crawled up your pants?"

"What, besides the fact that I hafta wait in one of the longest lines in Super Mart for some ice cream that's prolly gonna melt by the time I get home and I just got off work? So that mean's I'm tired and still wearing that stupid visor and shirt!"

"Okay okay, don't be mad at me! At least 'Lette let you leave on time! She made me and Hay make fresh turnovers before we left and you know how horrible Hayner is with the turnovers." Pence said through the phone.

I could faintly hear Hayner yelling in the background. Oh FINALLY the line decides to move! Only five more people in front of me. Oh god why did lard ass up there have to go and buy so many packs of beef?! God I'm gonna be here forever. And all for some ice cream! Which is probably melted by now.

"Yea, guess I should be grateful huh? Well when I get outta this time wasting place, guess we could like do the movie thing we had planned for a while. Unless workaholic 'Lette wants to stay at the Café."

Pence let out a light laugh. "Do you want us to meet you up at the Mart?"

"Nah. I'll be outta here soon. Just meet at my house in like..." I glanced at my watch, then at the people in front of me. "Um twenty minutes."

"Alrighty then. See ya Rox." I waited for the click before sliding my phone in my pocket then frowned down at the box of once frozen ice cream that was now leaking sky blue drops onto the floor. Gosh, couldn't get much worse than my ice cream melted right?

"Why if it isn't Roxy!" Shit. Maybe it could get worse.

"What is it Axel?" I said, turning to face the only other best friend I have. "I'm really not in the mood for your crap so just get on with it." Yea he's my best friend, but he's still a pain in the ass. So damn obnoxious and smart ass! God, don't even get me started on his fashion sense!

"What's the matter with you Blondie?" He said, sliding in line next to me. What a cheater.

"Well let's see, I'm standing here on my feet after just getting off of work, where I was standing, holding a melting box of ice cream. What do you thing is the matter with me?" I snapped.

"Aww, drugie's mad because he can't get his ice cream fix." Axel said, grinning like an ass. Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with this guy. I mean, he's almost exact opposite of me! He's about a good foot or two taller than me, crazy ass red hair, and face tatoos, god know's that hurt like a bitch.

"But don't worry! Axel shall save the melting ice cream for you Roxy!" He declared, using that pet name he knew I hated. He's lucky I was already tired.

"Well hurry up and get me another box!" I said, shoving the current soggy box into his hands. He saluted, leaving his shopping cart with me, oh joy, and ran off to the freezer isle. I couldn't help but crack a smile at his antics, and that soon turned to a chuckle. Oh, that's why I was friends with his looney ass. He always made me laugh. I won't be laughing for long though, if he doesn't get his ass back here with my ice cream soon.

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Why if it isn't Roxas being a sea salt addict like always. Just as a head's up, this fic will be switching POV's so don't rant and rave at me about confusing you! Because I will then lock myself in my hidey hole. Now be a dear and leave a review!

Yours,

Melodious Authoress