A/N: We're really sorry we made you wait so freaking long for an update! There is no real excuse except for that school and conflicting schedules what with having two writers and a beta. Dodge will be beta-ing now, so if there are any spelling or grammar errors, blame her. Thank you for all your wonderful reviews and demands to update. Now that summer is here, we're going to do our best to update more regularly.

Disclaimer: Axel and Demyx belong to Squeenix. "I Miss You" is by Blink-182. We don't own anything. Don't sue us, we're broke.

Enjoy and please review. Maybe if you poke us enough, we'll keep updating. :D

Love: Red and Dodge

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Axel stared at a ceiling plastered with flyers from shows his band had played over the years. He’d called this room his long before he’d ever met a blond teenager named Demyx who’d knocked his life on its ass. Now, it was his again. He’d moved out of the house in favor of living with his band mates again.

It felt good to be somewhere familiar and to have people around. No more living in an empty house with no one to drag his ass out. His band mates were never hesitant about dragging him to a party, shoving a beer in his hand and introducing him to some cute girl. He spent more time drunk, high or fucking than anything now.

He was a mess.

Demyx lay next to Adelaide, watching his girlfriend sleep. She was so pretty, so sweet...and he was such a fucker. Because she was an amazing girl and deserved so much better. Because he liked her a lot, but he didn't love her. He had tried saying it once when she was asleep like this, but the words had sounded hollow and false coming from his lips. He never said it out loud. He knew if he did, she would hear it in his voice--hear that he didn't mean it--and would leave.

He needed her still. Needed her to make the pain go away. Because even now, lying beside her in their bed, he remembered Axel. Axel, who'd been the greatest thing to ever happen to him. Axel, who crushed him with just an act and a few words. He had to stop thinking of him. Maybe if he could stop thinking of him, he'd be able to say the words Adelaide deserved to hear and mean it. He knew, even as he thought it, that it wouldn't be that easy.

He hated himself so much at that moment it made bile rise in his throat.