I'm standing against the brick wall, one foot against it, head tilted towards the sky, and I'm humming the melody of the music in my head. Sometimes I just hear music; not like songs stuck in my head, it's just...music. Like a band is playing in my head, all the time. It's beautiful, but I can never share it with anyone. Not that there's anyone to share it with.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out and look at the parking lot. It's 5, and I'm still at school waiting for a ride. I can't drive yet, since my family doesn't have the 300 bucks to pay for drivers ed. My dad's car is there-it's him calling me.
"Seyah," I mutter to the kid sitting next to where I stood as I walk to the car. I don't know why they're there, I guess they just need to feel like there's some one there or something. I don't know them very well. I don't want to.
My dad mutters a hi under his breath and starts driving before I'm buckled in; hell, my door's still open. I stare out the window and at my reflection the entire ten minutes it takes to get home. He's complaining about my mum again. I mutter the occasional yeah and nod, not paying attention. I'm transfixed on the boy who stares back at me in the mirror. His eyes are so green. So hollow. Is that really me? My eyes used to be so full.

It's 10pm, and I'm sitting on my bed, scratching the flesh from my body with a shard of glass. I don't know why I do it, really. I just get these urges, and this is the only one that doesn't cost me money. Alcohol and smokes cost money, a shard of glass is easy to find around here. My mom's always breaking glasses. I don't think she means to, but every time she's mad, she breaks something; usually by chucking it in my general direction. She gets madder when things break, and then starts screaming about how I always break things. I've learned over the years that not speaking will make it bad, but standing up for myself will make it ten times worse.
So where's my dad? He's around. He sleeps a lot, usually he's mad when he's awake. They fight a lot, but mostly it's just her yelling at him because we're always broke. It's just stress. She's not a bad person.
I sigh, laying down on my bed, letting the blood slowly slip out of the shallow cuts, more like scratches or grazes. It burns. I sit back up, and I put my shard away and go to the bathroom to wash my wounded arm. No big deal. I get on my computer, check my near-empty Facebook. I have friends, don't get me wrong, I have plenty. I just don't...talk to them much. I don't really trust people so much. There's people I could go to, and probably should, but I just... don't know what I'd say to them.
There's really no reason for me to be so damned depressed and anxious all the time, my life isn't half bad. Sure, my mum's borderline abusive and we never have much money, but there's a lot of people who would give an arm and a leg for this kind of life.

I guess I fell asleep sometime around 2, after staring at the ceiling for an ungodly time. I woke up at 6:25 when my mom barged into my room. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair before throwing on a pair of jeans and buttoning the long sleeved black button up I'd gone to bed in. I'm not a morning person these days. Only on Mondays. Today's... Thursday? I think. Yeah.
School passes me by, most my classes are spent staring at either the floor or out the window. Or at this one kid who's in most of my classes.

"Hey," a voice says. I look up from my feet at the boy I always stare at during class.
"Hey yourself."
"Do you have a staring problem?"
"Obviously."
"Mind if I sit?"
"It's just grass. You don't have to ask."
"I'm... Roxas."
"I know."
"You're supposed to give me your name."
"Why?" I say, shivering from the cold gust of wind. Water drops on my head, and I frown. The school kicked everyone out for the day.
"I don't know, because that's how it works?"
"Fine. My name's Axel. Commit it to memory, I won't repeat it."
"...Right." Roxas says, shifting slightly closer to me.
Thunder roars in the distance, and before I know it I'm tackled to the ground by a screaming Roxas. How annoying. "Calm the fuck down, it's just a storm."
"My parents died in a hurricane."
"Sorry." I look at my phone. It's only 2:50. "Want to walk home with me? Rather than sit here."
"S-sure."
I sigh, and put ear buds into his ears and blast Hollywood Undead from my mp3 player-no, I don't have an iPod. I'm too cool (read:broke) for an actual iPod.
Roxas smiles. "I didn't know you liked them!" He screams it, because I'm really blasting it. I guess the kid might want to hear tomorrow, so I turn it down a bit.
I just nod and drag him along the sidewalk to my house. We get there about 40 minutes later, after it's done raining. Somehow, Roxas managed to slip his hand into mine. I let it go, awkwardly digging around for my keys in my backpack. "Shit. Um, stay there and I'll open the door for you."
"Wha-?"
I open the window and hoist myself through, then open the door and let Roxas in. "You want food or anything?"
"Nah, I'm good."
"'Kay." I say, and grab a sea-salt ice cream out of the freezer. I don't know why I took this guy home, I don't actually know him. I'm more confused as to why the blond followed me. "So, forgive me for asking, but if you don't live with your parents, who do you live with?"
Roxas looked down at his hands. He was sitting on the couch, awkwardly. I sprawled out next to him, eating my ice cream.
"My half brother and my cousin. Why?"
"I see. Just curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat, Axel."
"I'm not a cat."
"That's a pity," Roxas muttered, then looked at me. "What is that?"
"Sea-salt ice cream," I answer. "Ever had it?"
He shook his head.
I hold my ice cream out to him. "Try it."
Roxas took a little bite out of it. "Whoa! That's...amazing!"
"I know, right? I'm an addict." I say, grinning. The look on Roxas's face is priceless. If I hadn't known better, I'd think he was having an orgasm. I can't help myself from smiling.
Roxas turns bright red, not as red as my hair but red enough to be obvious. He hands my ice cream back and looks down at his hands. I take a bite of it. "Hey, Axel?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I'm gay, right?"
"Like I care. Why?" I say, with a small snort like noise. "If you're trying to come on to me, you're doin' it wrong. If I weren't so intimidating, I would only assume you were afraid of me and be offended."
"Wh-what? I'm-I'm not!"
I smirk. "Relax, kid. I'm just saying not to be so nervous around me. I won't touch you. You're too young for me."
"I'm 16!"
"Why are you defending yourself, if you don't like me? You're not very convincing, Roxy baby."
He blushed even harder. "Don't call me that!"
"Axel, don't torture your friends."
Roxas jumped as suddenly my mom was standing in front of us.
"He's not my friend, mom. He's my lover. This is how two guys do it."
"Axel, I'm not stupid." She said, and went up stairs to her room. See? She's not so bad.
Roxas was blushing from head to toe now, though I'm not entirely sure why.
"So, you need to be anywhere any time soon?"
Roxas shook his head.
"Wanna have some fun?" I purr into his ear, catching his earlobe gently with my teeth.
Roxas made a small noise that sounded like a suppressed moan and stuttered out a short okay.
"Awesome. I have Naruto or Mario or we could watch anime."
"Wh-what's anime?"
"Only the best thing ever. God, you poor deprived child!"
I dragged him into my room and put on Loveless. Roxas looked frustrated. "I don't get it."
"Don't worry, I don't think you're supposed to." The first episode was kind of a what the fuck moment for everyone. I glanced over at him, and smirked. I never would have thought I'd get the kid I stared at during school in my room, on my bed. I laid down, stretching luxuriously, and pulled him down into me.
Roxas made a small squeak noise but didn't fight me, and soon I realized that the kid was sleeping.
"Psst, Roxas!" The boy twitched. "Psssssssssssssssstttttttt." He still didn't respond. I sighed. Great, now there's some kid I hardly know sleeping on me. Awesome.
About a half hour later, Roxas flipped out and jumped away, apologizing like mad. I waved it away. It wasn't that big of a deal. Besides, it was kind of cute. Kind of.
"Wanna stay for dinner, Roxy?"
"I-I don't know if I should-"
"How likely is it that your brother and his cousin are going to feed you?"
"Not very..."
"Then you're eating here. You can eat my broccoli. I'll slip it to you under the table."
"I'm not a dog!"
I blinked. "You aren't?"
Roxas glared at me, but then smiled a little.
"Hey Roxy?"
"I told you not to call me that."
"No, you told me not to call you Roxy baby."
"Okay, fine. What?"
"I'm bored."
"What do you want to do? It's your house."
"Hmmmm. Wanna play Truth or Dare?"
"There's only two of us, but sure, Axel, I'll play with you." Roxas said, grinning. "You can start."
"Okay, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Loser!" I shouted, but then went to think up a truth. "Okay, Roxy, How far have you gone with a guy?"
Roxas blushed, and looked away. "I haven't really..." he sighed. "I've only ever kissed girls, and even then it was only a small peck on the lips."
I sighed. "You're so innocent, it's crazy."
"I know... Anyways, Truth or Dare, Axel?"
"Hmm, let's go for truth, because your dares probably suck."
"Ha, okay. I see how it is," he said, smirking. "So, Axel, how far have you gone with someone?"
"Mm, way further than you. With both genders. And a tranny."
"As in?"
"Making out shirtless, major groping, heavy petting, fingering, hand jobs, you know. The usual." Roxas stared at me in what looked like awe. I smirked, leaning in closer. "If you ever want me to teach you, just ask, baby." I said, breathlessly, lightly kissing his neck. I pulled away from him.
He opened his eyes slowly, a dreamy look on his face. "Why'd you stop?"
"Truth or Dare, Roxas."
"Dare."
I grinned. "I dare you to kiss the person you like tomorrow at school."
"I can just do it now, if you want."
I raised one perfect eyebrow. "Oh?"
Roxas nodded.
"Well too bad, that wasn't the dare."
Roxas shrugged. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare, I guess."
"Teach me how to kiss."
I grinned. "Dare accepted, cutie." I leaned over and pressed my mouth to his. He kissed back, and I started kissing faster. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and nibbled lightly, causing him to let out a small noise-not quite a moan, but to the same effect. I licked his lips, my tongue achingly slow. Roxas's lips parted slightly, and I slid my tongue into his mouth, gripping the back of his head as I pushed him down onto his back. My tongue explored his mouth, which tasted of sea salt ice cream and cookies. I slid one hand up his shirt, ghosting over his chest. He grabbed my arm, pulling it out from under his shirt with a small smile, never parting.
A knock at my door made me break away, leaving Roxas laying there as I get up and open my door.
"Dinner's ready. Your friend still here?"
"Yeah, he is."
I glance back at Roxas, who was now sitting up and fixing his hair that'd gotten more messed up because of me. I closed my door and messed it up. He scowled at me as I led him to the kitchen and filled two plates up, one for him and one for me. Chicken Napoleon, my favorite thing my mum makes.
Now don't get me wrong, I love spicy food, but I really love anything with tomatoes in it. So, naturally, when I noticed Roxas avoided his, I stole them off his plate, much to his surprise. My mum glared at me, but it was clear Roxas didn't really care, as he just went on eating his pilaf and chicken, so I ignored it. The table was mostly quiet, because my mum was weary of anyone I brought home, and Roxas was scared shit-less. I didn't blame him, considering he was in the house of someone he'd never spoken to before this day, and had just experienced his first make out session.
I waited, bored, while Roxas scooped the last bit of his food into his mouth. Then I took both of our plates and set them in the sink, and led him back into my room.
"Shall we continue our game?"
"Yeah. It's your turn."
"I know. Truth or dare?"
"Hmm, truth. I don't wanna find out about my gag reflex just yet."
"Dammit!" I said, with mock disappointment. "Guess I won't be needing to find any Popsicle sticks after all...Anyways," I sighed as he playfully smacked me on the arm. "Well gee, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go out, but you're awfully abusive, I'm not sure I want to now..." I said, pouting and rubbing my arm.
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Are you actually going to ask me something, or just whine?"
I took a deep breath, preparing for rejection. "Okay, Roxas. Do you want to be my boyfriend? As in, Facebook official, holding hands and making out in the hallways on people's lockers boyfriend?"
"I don't know, how much will you pay me?"
"I'll pay you in hugs and kisses and sex and food and cuddles and blow jobs. Sound good?"
Roxas blushed and nodded.
"So that's a yes to being my boyfriend as well, right?"
He nodded again.
"Okay, stay here, I have to go change my relationship status on Facebook and gush to all my exes about how damned cute you are."
Roxas blinked, and then followed me anyways. I sat in the computer chair, and patted my lap. Roxas sat down on my lap, wrapping an arm around my neck. I wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his shoulder before opening Mozilla Firefox and getting on facebook.
"Axel Balthazar Brenton has the cutest Roxy ever on his lap :']." I typed in the status bar before going to my profile and changing my relationship status to "in a relationship with Roxas C. Amory" and logged out.
"Log into yours and accept it, or I'll cry."
"I just got the sudden urge to ignore it," Roxas said, as he opened his request box.
"No! Please, Roxy?" I said, pouting.
Roxas rolled his eyes. "I was just kidding, Axel. Quit squirming or I'll miss the accept button." I sat still and Roxas clicked accept and then logged out. I logged into mine, where I already had five notifications.
Larxene Lightening Simmons: Ew.
Demyx LikeaBoss Thorman: Bout time! Congrats on the new lay, dude.
Zexion Thorman liked your status.
Xigbar Jenson: AXEL WHAT ABOUT ME? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME. THINK OF THE CHILDREN! Jk, have fun with your little boy toy ;D
Sora Amory: Hey! Why didn't you guys tell me you knew each other? :'[ I feel so left out.

Roxas's phone buzzed, and I took it from his pocket before he could react. "Ooo, a text!" I said, grinning. I opened the message, struggling as Roxas tried to grab it from my hand. "Roxas, come home, it's a school night. Riku's having a panic attack trying to fix dinner."
"What's Riku doing at Sora and your house making dinner?"
"They're engaged, Axel. Old news. Gimme that."
Woah, engaged? I mean, I knew they were a thing but engaged? Weren't they a little...young? "Hold on," I said, batting his hands away and putting my number into his phone. "Text me later, okay?"
Roxas nodded and jumped off my lap, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I guess I should go before they burn my house down. As much as Riku looks like a woman, he fails at cooking like one."
"So you're a master chef?" I asked, teasingly.
"Better than you."
I snorted. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm fully capable of cooking gourmet meals, Roxy."
"You'll have to prove it to me. Pictures or it didn't happen."
"Tomorrow. Here. Best god-damned goulash you'll ever eat."
"You're on."
I stood up and dragged him to the living room. "Hey mom, can you take Roxas home?"
She muttered something and then got her keys.

****

The water is cold, constricting my breathing as it pours down my back. My breath is shaking and my muscles are tightening, cramping, from the cold. I could easily turn the water to hot, but I endure.
"C'mon, Roxas, you're stronger than this." I mutter under my breath, cringing as the muscles in my leg tighten. I bend my head down to wash the coconut conditioner out quickly, and slam the water off with one cramping foot.
I'd been in the shower nearly twenty minutes, the water as cold as I could get it. I didn't want to think. Already I felt the never ending feeling that this was all too good to be true. That soon it'd be over; I'd get hit by a bus or something, the world would end, I'd contract some rare disease.
For Axel to like me-Axel, the loner goth kid, arguably the hottest guy in our school-to like me, the small, quiet, average emo kid... It was simply too far-fetched. Larxene was right; ew. That was the perfect way to describe me. My face is chubby, my eyelashes too long and dark, my body too small and thin, my hands and feet and head were too big for my body. My skin is too tan, my hair is too straw colored.
But Axel- Axel was godly, with his perfect tan, his tadpole eyebrows, his tear-drop tattoos, his emerald eyes. His body is long and thin and toned, perfect in all ways. His hair is so vibrant, always spiked flawlessly. Let's face it, the man was a god.
Meanwhile, I'm just pedo-bait.
I dry myself off and throw on my boxers and a t-shirt, heading to my room, which I shared with my half sister Namine when she lived with us-now she mostly spent all her time at her girlfriend Kairi's house. My parents weren't too pleased when they had found out that all three of their children were gay; but I guess it didn't matter anymore. They were gone now. They'd been gone for years.
"Hey Roxas, thanks for making dinner tonight," said a voice.
I looked up from my bed to see Riku leaning against my door frame. "Don't mention it, Riku," I said, casually, and went back to reading my computer screen.
"Roxas, I-," Riku started, then caught on that I wasn't listening. "I need to talk to you."
I sigh, and set my laptop to the side. "Okay, what do you need to talk to me about?"
He rubbed his temples. "Roxas, is Sora cheating on me?"
I stare blankly at him. "Are you stupid or something? Sora, cheat on you? You have got to be kidding me. What would make you think such a thing?"
"Well, he hasn't been talking to me lately, and...he's just been so distant lately..."
I groan. "You want me to talk to him?"
Riku nodded, and I pushed myself off my bed and flung myself over the back of the couch, landing next to Sora. Sora slides his arms around my waist and leans his head against my shoulder, and I groan, because I can tell he's crying, and now there's a giant wet spot on my shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"R-Riku-," Sora utters out the name and then starts sobbing like a little kid. I pat his head, slowly, calmly.
"Yes, Sora? What about Riku?" I ask, once he stops sobbing and is now just crying softly.
"Riku broke up with me!" Sora says, and goes back into sobbing into my shirt.
"What?" Riku never mentioned that! What the hell? "What happened? Did you guys fight?"
Sora shook his head. "He came home really angry and told me it was over, and I don't even know why!"
"Did you do anything to piss him off recently?"
"Well, this morning I got in a tickle fight with him..."
"I somehow don't think that's the problem, Sora."
Sora's practically curled up in my lap now, like he's a little kid. I rub his back gently. "I don't know what happened, Roxas, it's like he just started hating me!"
"Sora, were you cheating on Riku?" I ask, quietly.
Sora gasped, and pulled away from me, bloodshot blue eyes wide. "Oh no! He probably saw me fixing that guy's tie and thought-oh, no no no no!" Sora said, panicking. "Oh, Roxas, what do I do?"
I sigh. "Do you want me to go talk to him?"
Sora nods, and hugs me tight. "Thank you, Roxas! I owe you a million cookies for this!"
I push him off me and go back to find Riku, who's sitting in the game room, headphones in his ears. Why doesn't he just go home? Whatever. I pull one earbud out, and he jumps about half a foot and then collects himself, hiding his face with his hair.
"He wasn't cheating on you."
"I saw him kissing-"
"He was fixing a tie."
"So he wasn't-"
"He wasn't cheating on you. Now go have make-up sex or something, so he'll stop crying like a three year old every time he sees an old person on TV."
"Is he really-"
"Yes, he is crying that much. It's Sora. He never runs out of tears. Now go shut him up, so one of us can get some sleep tonight, okay?"
Riku grins, something that's rare for him to do around anyone but Sora, and I blink. He was actually kind of cute when he smiled. I still didn't understand what Sora saw in the guy, he was really pretty arrogant. I mean, obviously he wasn't a jerk to Sora, but still.
I patted him on the shoulder and went back to my room, crashing. I fell asleep on impact.

"You forgot to text me last night," says a dark voice from behind me. I jump, and turn around, back against my locker.
A hand reaches into my pocket, taking my phone, and he walks away without a word.
"W-wait!" I say, running after him. "I'm sorry, okay?"
He keeps walking, not even bothering to slow down. I growl in frustration, and stop short. He keeps walking down the hall. I growl loudly, and charge, launching myself at him. He stumbles forward as I land on him, my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his narrow waist. Axel regains his balance, and seems to slow slightly from my weight, but doesn't stop walking. It's then that I realize that he probably couldn't hear me, because he has ear buds in. And having someone jump on his back is completely normal for him; he gives piggy back rides to Demyx and even Kairi and Namine all the time. I pull one out, and say a small "hey" into his ear, my voice slightly raspy.
"Your womanly wiles won't work on me, Roxas."
"I hope you realize women don't have cocks, Axel."
"I knew there was something wrong with that hooker. She was awfully cheap..."
I hit the side of his head. "Didn't you pay attention to all that porn you watch?"
"Mmm, sorry Roxy, but it was all gay porn."
I sigh. "I'm sorry I didn't text you last night, after I played messenger for Sora and Riku I kind of just crashed."
"It's fine," he said, turning the corner.
I moved some of his hair out of the way and bit his neck, pulling at the skin. He squirmed a little and dropped me. I made a very manly squeak as I wobbled. Axel snorted and set me on my balance again, only to shove me up against the wall. I look up into his emerald eyes, feeling my blood freeze at the look in his eyes. Or, the lack there of, I should say. "Are you alright, Axel?"
He blinked, and his eyebrows turned up slightly. "No, I'm not. You forgot your dare."
"Is that why you're so pissed off? Really?"
"I'm not pissed off."
"Could've fooled me, 'cause you're sure acting like a real ass, Axel."
"Roxas, calm down. I'm just...hungry. Chill out."
"You're hungry? Really? I'm supposed to just take that and not question it?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I don't think so."
"I'm sorry you can't accept it, Roxas. Either way, I'm going to get food before I pass out." Axel kissed me on the cheek and went towards the cafeteria.
I blink, shaking my head and going to my locker, the spot he kissed tingling. I toss my bag in and take out a binder before slamming it closed and wandering off to find Axel.

People wander through the halls, limbs missing and blood covering their clothes. The school is crumbling from an explosion, fire getting closer and closer. It's going to engulf me, I realize, but I then notice that my shoes have melted to the floor and I can't move. My breathing hastens, and I feel anxious, the anxiety coursing through me as I watch the fire grow closer and closer, my peers stumbling like the living dead.
A hand grabs me, and I jump, my heart shooting out of my chest. I grab onto it and look towards my attacker with wide eyes, still shaking. "Are you okay, dude? You don't look so hot." A male voice speaks, and there's something strange about it, but I can't think of it because my mind is still trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
I shake my head, dispelling the illusion. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good." I pinch my temples, steadying my breathing so my chest doesn't hurt anymore. I open my eyes to see a normal, everyday school. I'm halfway to the food-window, snack bar, or what have you. The guy beside me is a short blond, and I realize it's Roxas after staring blankly at him for a few minutes.
"Do you normally have panic attacks in lines?" He asks, bored.
"Only on Tuesdays."
"It's Friday."
I glare at him. "Too bad, it's Tuesday now."
"Errm, okay then..." Roxas says, and traces the brick wall with his fingers.
"By the way, when I say kiss, I don't mean some bullshit peck on the lips, just so you know."
Roxas rolls his eyes. "You never said when today I had to do it, Axel. Quit begging."
I pout slightly, as I punch my number into the keypad and get breakfast; a bagel, orange juice, milk and a cookie.
Roxas walks with me down the hall as I stuff my face with the bagel, then wash it down with an orange juice. I offer him a bite of my cookie, which he refuses, and then scarf that down and drink the milk.
I shove all the wrappers and the orange juice carton into the small plastic milk container and toss it into the trash. I drag Roxas off into the back halls of the school, which are little explored.

***
I'm mildly confused as to why I've just been dragged into the labyrinth that is the school basement, but I don't bother asking. Axel doesn't seem to be one to question. So I don't question his motives.
That is, until I'm shoved against a wall, his mouth on mine. I can't really see this close, but I can make out the flash of green; his eyes are open wide, while I feel my own blue eyes closing slowly. Maybe I'm just paranoid or something, but doesn't it mean you aren't into them if you don't close your eyes while devouring their face?
Oh well, I don't really care if this relationship is faked. It happens a lot, the person I found pleasing to the eyes asks me out, and we go out, but it never gets very far because neither of us feels anything toward the other. No big deal. Maybe I'm just asexual or something, or maybe I've just read too much romantic fluff in my time and now the real thing is just depressing and lame to me. I don't know. It would happen.
I really wish the lights down here weren't so dim, because when I open my eyes again, I can hardly make out the bright green of Axel's eyes. Then I realize why; they're half way closed.
I can't really say I'm feeling anything, but then again, I wouldn't know if I was considering I don't really know what to expect. All I know is that Axel's tongue is in my mouth, and I'm fighting with it. My hands are by my sides, and I feel like I should be doing something with them, but I don't know what it is I should do with them. Axel has one hand cradling the back of my head, the other at my waist.
I push on his chest and he breaks away, and I sink down the the floor. Axel sits down next to me, with a small oompf. The bell rings, but neither of us bother going to class-it's just homeroom, so why bother? I rarely ever go. Maybe once a week, and even then I just sleep.
Sleep...sounds really good right now.

I really don't think this kid likes me. I don't know why, I mean it's not like he openly rejects me or anything. He's just kind of... dead. Like me, I guess. It's kind of scary, to think that there's someone that hollow. Maybe the fact that he's always alone and never talks would have been a good indicator, but there's just something wrong with this kid.
Speaking of which, Roxas is now slumped over, head in my lap, sleeping like a baby.
"Goddamn, am I that boring, little Roxy?"
Roxas stirred in his sleep, but was, undeniably, asleep.
"Guess that's a yes, isn't it?" I sighed and pulled him onto my lap, letting his head rest on my shoulder.
Roxas hummed a little, wrapping his arms around my neck before nuzzling his face into my shoulder. "You smell like a girl," he mumbled, still sounding half asleep. "You smell just like Kairi."
I grimaced. I don't smell like roses. I smell like man!
...Okay, so I might smell like roses...
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A/N: Yeah, so this is Chapter 1 of Hollow. I originally intended this to be completely in Roxas's POV, but it morphed into Axel's somewhere along the line so it'll probably switch a lot.

Um, thanks for reading, review if you want, sorry about any grammar/spelling fails-I'm no English major.