Umm...Hi? *Ducks head* I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry and nothing I can do can make up for an eight-month wait between chapters! It won't happen again, ever! I just...got scared of the story? I didn't know where I was going with it, and since I can't write angst to save my life, I just didn't work on this. So, as you can see, genre has been changed to humor, since that's what I can write. Honestly, everyone should give a huge thanks to one of my friends, Demonflare13, for getting me to write this again. She bugged me about it and then helped me get back on track in time for AkuRoku Day. Thank her, thank her! And I'm so sorry for the shortness as well, since I had hoped all the chapter for this would be at least 5000 words, and here this is, barely over 1000. It will be longer next time, I promise!

Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Yes, I own Kingdom Hearts, but simply am an author on here to contradict myself. No, I own nothing!

Roxas knew his weekends were going to be a bit more hectic now that Axel was working at his barn. He knew he was going to have to get up early Saturday and Sunday mornings to keep him company in the barn until his parents came out. He knew he was going to have to put up with his brother and his friends trying to set him up with Axel.

He didn't know his mother was going to wave Axel up to his room to wake him up the next morning.

"Good morning, Roxas!" the redhead crowed, his face inches from the sleeping blonde's.

Roxas half-opened his eyes, looking around blearily for a moment before he caught sight of what was inches from his person. "Gyahh!" Blue eyes flew wide open as he shot backwards, managing to hit his head on his dresser before falling off the side of the bed Axel wasn't on.

Axel began laughing. "Well aren't you fun in the morning!"

The blonde allowed his head to fall back against the floor, groaning and pinching the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb, a habit he had picked up from Zexion. God, and it's Monday too, he thought. Yep, today was going to be a long day.

After getting freaked out about the time, ("What? It can't be nine thirty already! We've missed three periods!" "What? No, Roxy, I just set your clock forward a few hours to give you a good wake-up call.") not being able to find his iPod, ("Shit, shit shit, where is it where is it?" "Looking for you iPod, Rox? It's in my pocket. Why do you listen to so much emo music?") and almost running over a squirrel on the drive to school, ("Axel, look out!" "Why, what's wr- Is that a squirrel? I thought it was a stick!") Roxas was very relieved to arrive at school and be away from his mayhem-causing co-worker.

Roxas sat down at his desk, sliding down until he was practically laying in his seat. Demyx, sitting at the desk next to him, poked his temple. When the blonde twitched, Demyx did it again. A third time. A fourth time, before, "Will you stop poking me?"

The other boy laughed. "You're awful twitchy this morning. What happened?"

Roxas groaned, running the side of his face. "Axel happened. He was in my bedroom when I woke up." He realized he shouldn't have expected sympathy, but was still mildly surprised when his friend only laughed harder. Roxas had never been so relieved when the teacher walked into the classroom to start class.

Roxas' mood had improved greatly over the six periods before lunch. After all, he had music and english with Demyx, Biology and math with Zexion, art with Namine, and then study hall with both his best friends. But at lunch, as he sat happily eating his lunch with his group of friends, someone poked his sides rather harshly at the same time. Not expecting it, Roxas yelped and jumped, turning around to find his grinning co-worker.

"Axel!" he yelled, wanting to slap the grin off the redhead's face. "What the hell?"

"Hiya, Roxas! Didn't know we both had A lunch."

"Wish /you/ had B lunch, like most of the seniors," Roxas growled back.

Against Roxas' will, Axel managed to scoot in next to him and place his tray on the table. "So, are you riding home with me, or taking the bus?"

'The bus' was his immediate answer, and what he had planned to do, but he decided to actually think about his options. He could take the bus and sit by himself for half an hour and risk having some little kid that would want to talk to him sit down next to him, or he could ride home with Axel, be at his house in five minutes, and have half an hour to start on his homework before his parents made him go out to the barn.

"I guess I'll ride home with you," he answered grudgingly. The redhead grinned, but Roxas held up a finger. "On one condition."

A slim eyebrow raised. "And that condition would be...?"

"You have to leave me alone before we go to the barn so I can start my homework."

Axel frowned, but nodded. "Alright. I won't bother you, then."

Roxas wasn't so sure he believed him, but decided he'd just have to wait and see.

"What happened to leaving me alone?" Roxas bit out as Axel wandered into the kitchen for the fifth time. He was trying to do his math homework, but at this rate he was going to end up copying Zexion's. Again.

"I promise, I completely meant what I said, but there's nothing on TV and your computer is too slow to run any good websites," Axel whined.

Roxas' head met the table. Both things were completely true, of course, but he wanted to do his homework, dammit. He sighed and picked his head back up to meet Axel's acid-green eyes. "Go upstairs to my room. On my nightstand is my laptop. Get it and bring it down here. You can play on that until it's time to go out."

"Sweet!" Axel said as he bounded up the stairs to get it. Roxas rubbed a hand over his eyes, hoping Axel would be quiet now he had something to amuse himself. Still, though, he didn't really understand the math he was trying to do. He ran his hand over his cell phone, contemplating calling Zexion to explain it to him.

Hey, Zex, don't understand math homework. Free to help? Rox he sent to his friend. Axel came thundering back down the stairs then, sitting in the chair across from Roxas and opening the laptop.

"Fifteen minutes, boys!" Roxas' mom called, then, from the top of his stairs.

"Alright!" he called back up, before groaning. His phone vibrated, and he flinched as he read the message.

Zex is busy. Don't call. Dem

"What's with the look?" Axel asked as he glanced up from whatever he was doing on the laptop. Silently, Roxas handed over the phone. Axel's green eyes narrowed as he read the message before he started laughing, handing it back. "I guess Demyx went home with Zexion then, or vice versa."

"I'd imagine they're at Zexion's. Myde's only like, what, twelve now? And he's home an hour before Demyx is usually. At least Ienzo is older than Zexion, if he's home at all," Roxas said as he put the math aside, deciding he'd just have to copy the next day. It was too late to start anything else; he'd just have to do it after work.

His parents showed up downstairs just then, anyway. "Alright, boys, let's go!" his mom said as she clapped her hand together. Roxas groaned but stood up, preparing for another few hours of correcting Axel. A small part of him was glad Axel didn't meet his expectations of the co-worker his mother told him she was hiring. A larger part of him, though, much larger, wished the red-head knew what the hell he was doing.