I can't believe that I'm taking on another story when I've got two that are in the beginning. Especially when my writer's block has been like the Great Wall of China. As someone who loves to write, my own writer's block is killing me :(.

Ok so this is just an introduction to the... theme, I guess you could say. A strictly get-to-know-Roxas-and-what-he's-about. This is just a Prologue, my friends.

And this story IS AkuRoku: just not right away, obviously. You only have to sit through a little Roxette, I PROMISE.

Updates will be sporadic. I apologize in advance 20 billion times.

Disclaimer: I don't own KH, and this is the one and only time I will say this for this story, Got it Memorized? (see what I did there? Hehe)

Three years, 11 months, and 16 days.

Roxas only took the time to remember this because his relationship was the stable thing to hold onto in his ever-spinning world of his brother's relationships, his family moving constantly (but always making sure to stay in the Destiny Island area close to the school), and his upcoming graduation.

Nothing was stable but Olette. They were each other's first kiss, each other's first real relationship, they lost their virginities to each other, and nearly everyone in the school predicted early that they were going to be married within a few years of graduation. The stability was comforting compared his ever-changing family life.

His twin brother, Sora, had many friends and was popular with girls. They liked him, he liked them. He had a tendency to 'date & ditch' girls- spend one night on a date with them, then never go out with them again. He didn't intentionally whore or try to hurt anyone, he just lost interest quickly. He could never really focus on anything, and ladies were not an exception. The amazing thing was that he always remained friends with girls after he broke things off with them. By no means was he a jerk- he just dated a lot. What also made things different was that he never brought girls to bed like most serial daters. He treated them with respect.

His parents rented houses around the area, perpetually searching for that one perfect one to purchase. His mother, Tifa, was the pickiest and quirkiest woman he knew, and even the rental houses were never up to her sky-high list of standards. The longest they'd lived in the same house- Roxas's favorite, mind you- was only a year. That year was by far the best; he was not only a few doors down from Olette, but also very close to his best friend Hayner. Tifa had been close to buying that one, but at the last second she decided she wanted a pool.

These days, they resided in a nice upper middle-class home a few blocks from the high school that he and his twin would be graduating from in just a few months' time. Roxas liked the home well enough. It was very spacious, he had his own room, and they even had a pool. But, it was all the way on the other side of the city- close to a 10 minute drive away from Olette. He knew that was a pathetic complaint compared to most long distance couples (he didn't even know how they managed). His parents had gotten him and Sora a used car before this move, anticipating a struggle over the one car that the family already owned.

On the rare night that Sora wasn't out romancing the ladies and hoarding their car, Roxas took it and spent the night at Olette's house. Her parents had welcomed him into the family with open arms long ago, and unlike Roxas's parents didn't even mind when the couple shared a room. They had long since accepted that the two were 'sexually active.' Hell, they made little hints and suggestions at getting grandbabies frequently, which always made Roxas blush violently and Olette expertly brush off her parents' forwardness and giggle.

Tonight he finally got to take the car that was half his. Sora was 'taking a break' from dates, which really meant that he was going to stay up all night playing shooters with Riku, his best friend. Roxas knew they would sleep in till at least 1 in the afternoon the next day. Sometimes Roxas (and on occasion, Roxas's personal best friend Hayner) joined them. Tonight, however, Olette had suggested the idea of a sleepover and Roxas took up the offer. Sora hadn't given him a chance to take the car at night in weeks, and Olette didn't own her own.

So that put Roxas where he was now: parked in his personal spot in his girlfriend's driveway, dragging his duffel bag; the one he always used when he spent nights at her house. Olette ran out the doorway of her home and greeted him with a light peck on the lips.

Same parking spot, same duffel bag, same kiss. Stability.

She opened the door for Roxas, quickly kicking aside a stray shoe so he didn't trip over it. His knee banged on the doorframe painfully. Her family glanced away from their movie to greet him with warm smiles.

Her father took quick once-over at Roxas's duffel bag and grinned goofily, eyebrow raised high. "Really, Roxas? To be honest with you son, you pack like a girl." He laughed heartily, enjoying his tease. He plainly ignored the look that Olette's mom shot him. "I personally wasn't under the assumption that you were going to live here. But, with all that stuff it sure seems like you are!" His mother dropped her warning glare and chimed in with some laughter. Even his pubescent, grumpy little sister laughed a little.

Roxas dropped his duffel (on his big toe). "You're not the first person to tell me that." Roxas shot his famous crooked smile. "I guess I like to be prepared for anything," He drawled. They always teased him and he never minded. "Where's Tucker?" Their golden retriever was normally always barking at incomers like it was his duty to do so. His absence was definitely noted.

Olette's mom shrugged and turned back to her movie. "Napping somewhere probably. He's old." She sighed unhappily. Roxas knew that Tucker dying was always on the back of their minds due to his age. He never knew what to say to comfort them, so he just kept his mouth shut.

"Or he's off licking his balls." Olette's 13 year old sister stated her bawdy opinion from loveseat in the corner. Her face was always buried in her phone, and Roxas was surprised she was even slightly attentive to the conversation. She never invested herself in family time, thinking it 'uncool.' He wouldn't be lying when he said he missed the 9 year old she was when they first met, but he was getting used to the gremlin she became.

Olette's father threw a pillow at the big-mouthed teen, hitting her square in the face. "Darling, don't be curt like that. It's gross."

She groaned and stuck her tongue out at her father. True to his personality, he reciprocated the act. Olette's dad wasn't the type to get all worked up about his daughter getting into the moody part of puberty; he just continued to be his goofy self. Everyone, including Roxas, knew he could be counted on to make light of any situation.

Olette wrapped her arm through Roxas's. "Let's go bring your duffel into my room Roxas. I'm sure we'll find room for the big thing somewhere." She giggled, leading him upstairs. Roxas picked up his bag and followed her.

Her room was larger than most bedrooms, always pristine, and the furniture remained in the same place as long as Roxas had known her. Her desk was never cluttered and her old laptop was almost always perched on it. The bed was queen size, a hand-me-down from her parents when they upgraded to a bigger bed. Even though it wasn't new, it was the most comfortable thing Roxas had ever slept on. It was also Roxas's favorite part of the room- every time he laid down on it he sank into its softness. Olette always teased him about his somewhat irrational love for her bed and the look of ecstasy (her word, not his) that was often on his face when he settled into it.

Her phone chimed from its usual spot on her desk, and Olette promptly pranced over to check it.

"It's Naminé," she announced. Roxas really wasn't sure if he cared. It was always Naminé- the two had been best friends for years.

"Apparently her brother is on leave from the military for a few weeks and is coming to stay with her." Olette's fingers moved fast, punching a text back to Naminé. She set her phone back down.

"Isn't he that one guy she always talks about? Asshole?" Roxas snickered. He knew that wasn't really Naminé's brother's name, but he thought it sounded like it. Olette scoffed, slapping him on the head teasingly.

She added a poke to Roxas's chest, hand on hip. "It's Axel. You're starting to sound like my younger sister, Roxas." She pounced on Roxas and pecked his lips, smiling sheepishly. He grabbed around her waist and rolled on top, effectively pinning her to the bed.

"Gotcha." He smirked evilly. Being the innocent girl she was, Olette blushed.

As the sun went down, the night progressed as it always did for the long-time couple. Dinner, movie, alone time, then falling asleep watching their favorite TV show.

But Roxas wasn't complaining about the routine. The stability was comforting, and he knew that the girl falling asleep in his arms would always be there.