Hey I hope you like this story its my first oh and there will be Lemon in future chapters Chapter 1 Late
Axels POV
I felt the world closing around as i watched them lay my mothers casket into the grave. Larxene betrayed me with my old friend Marluxia, and I use the word loosly. I made my way back to my car after everyone else had already left and looked back toward the grave.
*I love you mom* i said under my breath.
I got into the car and drove, I didn;t know where I was going and I didnt care I just had to go. My phone rang as I left Twlight Town, I looked down and saw that it was Demyx I said and answered, "Hey what you need?"
"Where are you?"
I frowned and said, "It's none of your fucking business where I'm going!"
I clicked the phone off and it immediately began to ring again, but instead of Tear drops on my guitar playing, 3 wooden crosses began to play indicating it was Roxas."
I shuddered knowing the kid wa probably scared to death and then I realised I was late for my job interview that I had not rescheduled. I quickly answered and said, "Roxas I;m on my way."
"Don't bother they gave the job to someone else, I know you need itand wanted it, but you just i;m sorry," then with a sigh he said, "Go out to my parents cabin be there by 4 otherwise the gates will be closed and alarms set."
He hung up and luckily I was already on my way toward the cabin and would make it there in time as long as traffic was good. I hit I-32 in record time but found myself in traffic, looking at the clock I sighed and looked at the clock.
"FUCK!" I screamed. "Late again!"
I drummed my finger on the steering praying to go that by some miricale traffic would pick up and I would make it to the cabin it time, but with the way the day had been going it wasn;t going to happen. Then as if my day could not get any worse it began to rain, and I don't mean a light drizzle I mean a full force thunder storm that seemed to have no desire to stop anytime soon. I felt like punching something or lighting something on fire an turning it to ashes (The Pyro is rady to play :) ) yet I knew that if I did I would definitly be arrested and late.
An hour later after moving about 70 feet I stole a glance at the clock and groaned it was already 3 and it would take me 45 minutes and even the I would be cutting it close exspecially now that the raods were probably wet. He flipped open his phone saw that he had a text he frowned as he read it.
Axel you cannot be late! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!
Axel snarled and answered and no les than 10 minutes after he replied his phone vibrated telling him Roxas was answering back.
Axe if you are not here by 4 then go find a hotel and then call and tell me where you are staying
Roxas could be such an ass at times but he was cut so it was ok.
"Wow where did that come from, I'm straight."
Axel fidgeted slightly trying to get the thought of a naked Roxas out of his mind, for a few weeks now he had begun to question his sexuality but had kept putting it to the back of his mind wating to deal with it later or forget it entirly. As he was thinking a car horn jarred him out of his thoughts and he realised that traffic was moving and if it kept moving he may make it but just by the skin of hos teeth. He ran a hand through his fire engine red hair and rolled his emerald green eyes when traffic ounce again came to a complete stop he was going to be late and this time maybe at the loss of a friend.
Roxas ran a hand through his blonde as he paced the floor the rain had started to come down heavy and the Axel text and said he was going to probably be late, his bright blue eyes scanned the drive way and sighed Axel still wasn't there. He continued pacing clutching his phone to his chest praying nothing bad had happend.
*Beep*
He almost jumped out of his skin as his phone came to life and 1 new message flashed across the screen.
Going to be late traffic not moving, finding a motel I'll call when I get somewhere
Roxas sighed flopping down in a chair and sighed ounce again Axel was not going to be on time the time being late was not going to go unpunished.