Chapter One

You Keep Living Like You're A Movie Star, But Tell Me Who You Really Are

It's funny how life doesn't always work out to our expectations. I mean, when I started my freshman year at the age of 13 (almost 14, of course), I expected to graduate high school with average grades, average looks, and maybe, just maybe, an average girlfriend.

Now on the night of graduation at the age of 17 (nearly 18, mind you), I'm sitting here as one of the top students in our grade, considered to be a genuine hottie, and writing all of this down while being held in my boyfriend's arms, silently wondering to myself "How the fuck did this one happen?"

So I'm sure the question all of you have is this: how did this happen? Well, I'll tell you something right now. This wasn't my fault, I swear! I was not involved with any of this in the beginning, really! Are you sure you really want to know what happened? Positive? Well, here it goes.

My best friend screwed me over.

Now I'm sure you're trying to figure out why the hell I would say that, but it's true, she really did screw me over! But maybe I should start from the beginning…yeah, sounds good.

So before I launch into my tale of how my best friend screwed me over, maybe I should give out some background info. Okay, let's start here. My name is Roxas, Roxas Mihara. Blond hair, blue eyes, pretty damn sexy (boyfriend's words, not mine), the whole nine yards. Currently 17 years old, as stated, and will turn 18 in the middle of October. October 26th to be exact. When this whole thing started, I was still 16.

Scary thought huh?

When I say "when this whole thing started", of course I'm referring to the whole story of our senior year of high school, when she screwed me over. I can't say that enough, honestly. But of course, I should probably introduce who "she" is, shouldn't I? Well, imagine a petite girl, shoulder-length auburn hair, bright blue eyes, decent-sized rack, nice legs, looks great in a skirt, and has a knack for getting both of us into situations that are hard to get out of.

That'd be Kairi Harada, my best friend for the past nine years, almost ten.

Uh-huh, I know, my best friend's a girl, that's not natural, blah blah blah. I've heard it all, trust me. But there's no way to explain it, Kairi and I just bonded. It all started when I moved to the islands, that is, Destiny Islands, from my home Twilight Town. Why we moved when I was eight years old, I will never know: I'm glad we did though.

We moved into a house only a few blocks away from my Aunt Seiya and my cousin Sora, who was my age. It was just the two of them living there at that point: my uncle died in a plane crash while on an out-of-town business trip a few months prior. As for me, I was living with both of my parents. Anyway, after we had finished unpacking everything and getting the new house all organized, my mother and I headed over to Aunt Seiya's house for a few hours, mostly for the two adults to socialize. After all, they're sisters.

As for me, I went off with Sora who happened to be the most hyperactive kid ever. Seriously, when I wandered upstairs into his bedroom, he was bouncing on his bed singing at the top of his lungs and playing a video game. Even to this day he still does that, come to think of it. Off-track, sorry. Anyway, so Sora got the brilliant idea that he should introduce me to his friends that same day. Now you have to understand, when I was little, I was shy as all fuck. Seriously, all through our childhood, Sora was the social butterfly and I was the wallflower, to put it in shitty clichés. He could boldly walk up to a complete stranger and tell them what was on his mind whereas I was too afraid to even ask the teacher to leave the classroom to use the bathroom.

Yeah, it was that bad.

Needless to say, Sora wasn't too sensitive about that issue and dragged me out of the room and down the stairs, announcing to our mothers that he was taking me to the play island and slamming the door behind him. We headed down to the boat docks (or rather, he headed, I was just dragged along) and hopped into a boat, rowing out to an island a little way out in the ocean, just barely separated from the mainland. Sora continued dragging me around like a puppy on a leash and led me to the opposite end of the beach where a few other kids were standing watching a boy with silver hair and another boy with sandy-colored hair fight, one with a sword and the other with a pole of some kind. Sora wasted no time in telling me that the silver-haired kid was his best friend Riku and that the little shrimp he was fighting was called Tidus. We watched the fight for a few moments before Riku whacked Tidus down, causing the smaller boy to tumble back onto the sand and stay down.

The other kids, two girls and one other boy, cheered respectively before breaking off into their own conversations. A brunette girl bounced up to Tidus, helping him up off the ground and showering him with praise. The orange-haired tanned boy swaggered up to Riku and clasped him on the shoulder, congratulating him for a good fight. Sora grinned and as soon as the other boy (who I later learned was Wakka)left, my cousin pounced on Riku.

"Riku!" he practically screamed in his ear. Riku blinked and winced at the volume.

"Hey Sora…" he said slowly, pushing Sora off of him. "You missed my entire fight."

"I couldn't get here soon enough!" he explained as he got up. "My aunt came over and my mommy made me stay home. But lookit, I brought someone with me!" he exclaimed, pouncing on me that time. The rest was a blur beyond that (hell, he made me hit my head pretty hard on the ground) but I do remember that in that short timeframe I met Riku, Wakka, Tidus, and Selphie. And then he introduced me to the cute little redhead standing right in front of me.

"This is Kairi," he said to me, pointing to the girl. I remember her hair was a lot short than it is now, a bob-cut really, but her eyes sparkled just as bright. A shy but friendly smile spread across her face.

"Hi Roxas, it's nice to meet you," she said to me. I liked her right away, just for the record.

After spending a few more hours on the island with Sora and his friends, we returned back to his house and I came to realize that Kairi lived a few houses down. You can imagine that I spent a lot of time over at Sora's in the future. I can't really even think of why me and Kairi connected so well, especially since Sora's my cousin, not her. I'm going to guess that it was because Sora and Riku had each other and Kairi was tired of being the third wheel. We needed each other I guess. Over time, she brought me out of my shell, so to speak, and now…well, now I have an opinion for just about everything. She was always there for me too, no matter what. She was there to fix my face when I got punched out mouthing off to one of the older kids when we were ten, she was there to tease me freshman year about having a crush on Naminé, and she was there to help me pick out my car for my 16th birthday. I think the thing I'm most grateful for was the fact that she was there to pick me back up after all the shit that went down when we were 11. My dad had just walked out on me and my mom, so I was basically…well, a wreck. Kairi knew that I was having a hard time coping and she didn't give up on me, even when I snapped at her and told her to fuck off.

Now that is true friendship.

Shortly after my dad left, my mom and I moved in with Aunt Seiya and Sora, mostly because we didn't need that large of a house anymore. Obviously that meant more time for me to hang out with Kairi and Sora. Of course, there were definitely some disadvantages to that, such as…well, how Kairi screwed me over. I think I can finally launch into my story. So, this is what happened.

It was a hot day on the island in the middle of August, about a week before Sora's birthday, which was on the 24th. I was the only one home that day; Mom and Aunt Seiya were out shopping and Sora was over at Riku's. I was perfectly content with my sea-salt ice cream and watching a re-run of Laguna Beach, but of course, I was bound to be interrupted. My cell phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket, causing me to jump in surprise and drop my ice cream: right on the crotch of my shorts. Hastily, I picked it up and shoved it in my mouth, grabbing the phone and answering.

"Hello?" I said, although around the ice cream I'm sure it sounded more like "Hewrow?"

"Rox-as," Kairi's voice came from the other end of the line, drawling out my name in a way that convinced me she wanted something.

"Hey Kai," I replied, taking the ice cream out of my mouth. "What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she said to me. I sighed quietly and closed my eyes. See, I knew this was coming!

"What is it?" I asked cautiously.

"So since Daddy's at work and my mother's gone for the week, do you think you can come pick me up from work?" she asked me. I barely stopped myself from groaning out loud. See, unlike me, Kairi's not cool enough to have a car. Ha. Ha. Ha. Okay fine, she really does have a car, but her mother had taken it with her on some business trip.

"Kai, do I have to? LC's just about to-"

"Roxas, if you tell me you're watching Laguna Beach I am going to walk home and then hit you over the head repeatedly with my shoe. You know that show is pointless."

"So? The girls are hot."


"Okay okay," I laughed, sitting upright and getting off of the couch, wandering upstairs to my room in search of my car keys. Kairi always gets annoyed when I ramble about hot girls and truthfully, I always enjoy annoying her. "Look, I'll be there in like, ten minutes okay?" I said to her, grabbing the keys off of my TV stand.

"You better be here that soon," she threatened, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh.

"Oh, you know it," I retorted, running back downstairs and slipping on my shoes. "Be there soon."

"Kay, thanks Rox." And then she hung up without waiting for me to reply. Shoving my phone back into the pocket of my shorts, I walked out the front door and headed for my blue 2003 Honda Civic. Yeah, nice car, I know. Well, it is compared to some of the other cars I've seen in our high school parking lot. My dad paid for it. He might have been a complete dickweed for picking up and walking out on our family, but he's nice enough to send child support money. Basically, I saved up five years worth of child support and bought my car. Now that's smart saving, don't ya think?

But enough about my beautiful car, let's get back to the story. So I drove across town to the Noon Moon café, parking on the curb and walking inside. Kairi got a job at the local coffee house at the beginning of summer. Selphie works there too, but I'm guessing that that was her day off because she wasn't around when I walked in. Kairi was still behind the counter finishing up with a few customers, dressed in her black shirt and khaki skirt with the white apron uniform. She smiled cheerfully in my direction.

"Hold on, Rox," she directed toward me and turned back to the man ordering his mocha. I leaned against the other end of the counter and waited patiently, watching as she finished up the last orders she had to fill and disappearing behind the swinging doors to the back room. I was doing just fine standing there, chin resting on my arms on the counter, waiting for my best friend to come back. But suddenly a pair of hands slammed down right in front of my face, jerking me out of my tranquil state. I looked up and was met with the sight of a taller boy with longish spiky red hair. Bright green eyes stared down at me and the kid smirked, drumming his fingers on the counter top.

"Ya gonna order something or ya just gonna stand there and look pretty?" he asked me, raising an eyebrow. I think I stood there staring at him dumbly for a moment, taking in his appearance as a whole. He had two little marks on his face, one under each eye. It was hard to tell whether they were tattoos or scars really. Like it mattered though, this guy just called me pretty! I mean, what the hell?

"Actually, I'm waiting for a friend," I replied shortly after that, unsure of what else to say. He nodded knowingly and grinned down at Kairi as she reappeared from the back room.

"Hey Kai, your boyfriend's kinda scrawny don't ya think?" he commented. Kairi merely smiled politely and shrugged.

"Well, I suppose he could use a little more muscle on him," she said, smiling at me innocently.

"Hey!" I squawked in protest. "First of all, that was really mean. Secondly, I'm not her boyfriend," I added, glaring at the tall red-haired boy.

"Sure sure, whatever you say. But I don't know why you would deny it; Kairi's a total catch," he replied, winking at me. By that point, I was seriously starting to get a little creeped out. Kairi didn't seem to mind though since she just rolled her eyes and grabbed my wrist.

"Ax, I'm heading out. I'll see you later," she said, waving to the weird guy. Weird guy grinned smugly and nodded.

"Sure thing. Don't do everything I would do!" He finally shut up as another customer showed up, asking for another cup of coffee. Kairi led me out of the coffee shop and dragged me toward my car, waiting patiently on the passenger side for me to unlock it. I unlocked the car and slid into the driver's seat, making no move to start the car. She slid in next to me, looking over at me curiously.

"Um…aren't we going to leave?" she asked. I stared back and narrowed my eyes, nodding toward the building.

"Who the fuck was that and can I shove a stirring spoon up his ass?"

She rolled her eyes. "That's Axel…I think his last name is like, Tamashi or something. He's new, both on the job and in town. He's gonna be in our graduating class this year," she explained to me. I shoved the key into the ignition and started the car, putting it into drive and pulling away from the curb.

"Well if you ask me, he's pretty irritating," I mumbled to myself, turning up the volume of my stereo system just a bit.

"Roxas…" she said in that tone she likes to use when she's ready to hit me. I shrugged and turned up the volume again. "Get used to it. He's actually not that bad once you get used to him."

"Well maybe I don't want to get used to him."

"Roxas! Stop being difficult!" she shouted. Okay, so maybe I had my music up a little too loud, big deal. Nobody gets in the way of me and my music, and that includes Kairi.

"I'm not being difficult! I haven't even known him for 10 minutes and he's already insulting me!" I stopped at a stoplight and Kairi reached forward, turning down my music. "Hey!"

"How was he insulting you?" she asked me.

"He called me scrawny?"

"Roxas…you are scrawny," she pointed out. "But then again, so's Sora."


"Does it really count as an insult if it's true?" She raised an eyebrow. The light turned green and I began driving again, heading back toward our neighborhood.

"Of course it counts, it's like rubbing salt into an open wound."

"Honestly, Roxas, you're too overdramatic," she sighed and turned up the music again.

"I'm not being overdramatic! I just don't like it when people insult me," I insisted again, turning down a street toward our homes.

"No really, you're one of the most dramatic people I know. You're just shaped kinda girly, get over it."

"You're lucky I don't make you walk home."

"Like you would, you love me too much."

"Oh, totally," I remarked and rolled my eyes. I wasn't quite sure why this Axel kid's remark had me all bent out of shape, really. I mean, I'm used to getting crap from people; being called scrawny shouldn't have affected me like that. But it did, and that bothered me. The rest of the short trip remained silent and I pulled into Kairi's driveway, putting the car into park and letting the engine idle.

"You comin' in for a while?" Kairi asked me, not quite making an effort to get out of my car.

"Can't. Dem, Sora, and I all agreed on having band practice at our house in like, 15 minutes," I replied with a quick glance to the clock. She sighed and nodded, shifting in her seat to get a better look at me. I refused to look her in the eye by that point, and I think she noticed that I was glaring out the windshield because she began to speak again.

"What's wrong, Roxy?" she asked me, giggling when my eyes narrowed even more at the use of the nickname.

Just for the record, I don't really like being called Roxy. I only tolerate it from Kairi and my boyfriend. The. End.

"Nothing," I mumbled, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel and glancing at the clock again. Ten minutes left. She continued to look at me curiously, staying quiet as I continued…pouting? Sulking? Hell, I don't know what I was doing at the time, but I was not Mr. Sunshine or whatever Kairi wanted me to be. Suddenly I felt soft fingers on my face and the next thing I knew, Kairi had turned my head toward her, watching me with a concerned look on her face.

"…what?" I asked her warily, not liking the way her expression was changing and the concern was being replaced by a smirk. What came out of her mouth next is what a.) caught me off-guard completely, and b.) brought on a huge plot point to this story.

"You think he's cute don't you?" she said to me.



"What?!" My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I stared at her in disbelief. And what did she do? She had the nerve to sit there and giggle. Giggle! I mean, here was her best friend, confused beyond all belief to why she would even suggest something as heinous and disgusting as that and all she can do is sit there and laugh.

What the hell?

"Kai, that's just…gross!"

"Oh come on, Roxas, just admit it. You think he's cute," she repeated, poking me squarely in the chest. I swatted at her hand and frowned at her.

"Do not."

"Do too. I can see it on your face," she remarked triumphantly, poking me again.

Let me just clear up something for you all right here and now. At that time, Kairi was the only one who knew that I considered myself bisexual. Nobody else knew, and honestly I wasn't really planning on telling anybody else. But since life decided to hate me for the entire year, things just happened.

But we'll get to that later.

"Kairi, seriously. I don't think he's cute or attractive or even nice. I don't like him…end of story."

"You're just mad because he called you scrawny," she retorted and opened the car door, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing out.

"Not even."

She shut the door and stuck her head back through the open window. "Okay Roxas, whatever you say. Obviously you didn't notice the blush on your face." Out of pure instinct, I looked up at the rearview mirror and saw…nothing. Kairi laughed at me again and I glared at her, putting the car back into reverse.

"Whatever," I mumbled back at her, ignoring the proud smile on her lips.

"Don't deny it, Roxas! I know you better than that, and I know you thought Axel was cute," she repeated herself again.

"Goodbye, Kai," I cut her off and began backing out of the driveway, ignoring the indignant yelp from her. I waved over my shoulder and drove the few…feet down the street back to mine and Sora's house, parking on the curb because Sora's car was in the driveway. I turned off the car and pocketed the keys, hopping out and slamming the door shut, jogging up the walkway and into the house.

"Hello?" I called out, unsure where Sora was.

"Upstairs, Rox!" he hollered from my bedroom. Running upstairs, I pushed open the door to my room and spotted Sora sitting at his drum set and our other buddy, Demyx, sitting on my bed.

"About time you got here," Demyx said to me as he looked up from the electric guitar in his hands.

"Sorry, had to pick up and drop off Kairi," I explained as I shut the door behind me, grabbing my bass guitar from the floor.

"Yeah well, you can spend time with your girlfriend later. Right now, we have practice to take care of." Demyx grinned teasingly.

"She's not my girlfriend-"

"Yeah, sure, we've heard it plenty of times," Sora waved it off, spinning around on his stool.

"Oh shut up," I shot back and grabbed my music folder from under my bed, flipping through the various sheets of music.

Ever since I was little, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. You know how in elementary school they ask you what you want to be and the typical answers were like, a fireman or a vet? Yeah, mine was being a rock star. I've had that on my mind since I was about seven I guess.

Rox the rock star. Yeah, I've heard that joke plenty of times, trust me.

But now I'm actually getting a lot closer to reaching that dream than I thought. Before my dad moved out, he taught me how to play bass and guitar. The last present I got from him before he left was the bass I have right now. I guess I'm pretty good at it; I mean, I could be better, but you get the idea.

Sora on the other hand was (and still is) a major band nerd. He started playing drums when we were in 6th grade for the school band after realizing that the sax just wasn't for him. He hasn't quit the school band, but he's not as obsessive as he used to be. I guess it's because he's more focused on our band.

And then of course there was Demyx. I can't even really tell you how we picked up the mohawked freak, but we did. He's got some great guitar skills too; actually, before he joined our band, he was trying to be a solo artist under the name Melodious Nocturne. Needless to say, it didn't exactly work out for him. And because he chose to skip school to try and chase after his dream, he ended up failing his freshman year of high school and ending up being held back in our grade.

Yeah, he wasn't too happy about that, but he didn't mind much once he found out that Sora and I were looking for a guitarist.

We officially became a band somewhere near the end of our freshman year. Sora plays drums, Demyx is the guitarist and back-up singer, and myself, I'm the bassist and lead singer. Demyx and Sora both agreed that my voice was the best out of the three of us. I guess I agree, but I still don't like the sound of my own voice. The people we play for do though. We haven't had very many gigs over the years, just sporadic ones here and there. On the bright side, that's given me plenty of time to write songs for us to try out.

Yep, you heard me. I write our songs too, whatever I can think of. Some songs are slow, some fast, some inspiring, some heart-wrenching, and some crack songs like Happy Holidays, You Bastard. Trust me, I can create anything on a dime.

"Have you written anything new recently?" Demyx asked me as he tuned his guitar a bit, not bothering to look up at me.

"What a dumb question, Dem," Sora interrupted. "It's Roxas; Roxas is always writing new songs."

He's got a point.

"Yeah, I did. I'm not sure if I really like them though," I replied for myself, handing over a sheet of music and lyrics to the guitarist. Demyx took them and scanned the notes quickly, playing the beginning chord quietly. He read over the words and raised an eyebrow, looking at me skeptically.

"Nice…but it's not your best work."

"Yeah, I know," I sighed and threw the folder on the floor. "I just haven't really been inspired lately, that's all."

"Why not?" Sora looked up from his drum set and finally joined the rest of us. Wait, why am I saying the rest of us? It was just me and Demyx. Ugh, whatever, you get my point.

"I don't know. Just nothing's really happened lately, that's all." I shrugged. Sora hopped off of his stool and shuffled toward my bed, sitting on the floor in front of me and Demyx.

See, most of our band practices aren't really practices at all. We just hang out here, discuss our music, end up talking about other stuff, and maybe, if we're really lucky, practice a few songs before Demyx has to leave for work. Right now I was beginning to think that this practice would end up being a discussion session.

"It's the summer though. Doesn't really surprise me," Demyx retorted as he set his guitar down, stretching out on my bed. I couldn't help but eye at him as his shirt rode up, exposing a bit of his abs.

Hey, it never hurts to look, right?

Granted, Demyx didn't know that I even swung that way. He knew I liked girls…for the most part. But even if he did know then, I doubt he would have cared.

After all, Sora's bisexual too.

Then again, Sora's also got a boyfriend. Name's Riku, remember him? I mentioned him earlier as Sora's best friend. Yeah, unlike me who has his best friend screwing him over, Sora just has his best friend screwing him. Period. They've been "official" since well…I don't really know. See, I have this theory that they've been secretly fooling around since we were in like, 7th grade and that they just didn't come out to any of us until freshman year.

But that's just a theory.

Not that I mind. First of all, it's not my business what my cousin does in his spare time, although I could really do without the details of his sexlife. Secondly, it's not like Riku's a bad guy. Actually, he's pretty cool. If Sora had to be with a guy, I'm glad it's Riku.

…okay, enough of this mushy crap, back to the story at hand.

"So what, you think that as soon as school starts, I'll have more to write on?" I could feel my eyebrow raise involuntarily. Demyx nodded and sat back up, glancing back at me.

"Well yeah, think about it. It's our senior year; there's bound to be heaps of comedy, tragedy, drama, and of course lo-ove," he drawled out that last word, winking at me.

"Love? Roxas? Roxas couldn't write a love song if he tried," Sora laughed and jumped onto the bed, wiggling his way between me and Demyx.

"What makes you so sure?" I suddenly asked, unsure if I should feel offended or agree with him.

"Well Rox, in case you haven't noticed, you're pretty…erm, lacking in that department," Demyx reminded me, giving me a sheepish grin.

"So? That doesn't mean that I can't write a good love song."

"Actually, that's exactly what it means," Sora pointed out, leaning against Demyx's shoulder.


"Roxas, you can't really write a love song if you don't know what love is," Demyx explained to me, shifting slightly so that both he and Sora were more comfortable. "It just doesn't work."

I just sat there for a few moments, contemplating what to say next. On one hand, Demyx was totally right. I didn't know what love was. I was single, uninterested, and just flat-out boring. Didn't mean I wasn't curious about the idea though. After all, who wouldn't be infatuated by the idea of having a romance?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Yeah well…I bet you I could," I slowly answered him.

"You really think so huh. Bet ya you can't." Sora rolled over to face me again.

"Is that a challenge?"

"…yes, yes it is," Demyx decided.

"So what are the grounds for this 'challenge'?" I asked them, not liking the looks in their eyes.

As a note, never let Sora and Demyx plan something together. Usually it's evil, and usually something goes wrong.


"Well…here's what we've thought up," Sora started out, glancing at Demyx for confirmation.

"Wait, you guys have been planning this?"

"Yeah, of course!" Demyx flashed me his "winning" smile.

"…okay, so what have you got up your sleeves that I don't know about?"

"I bet you that you can't write a love song by the time Battle of the Bands rolls around," Sora finally said, smirking at me in almost a Riku-like manner.

"What happens if I lose?"

"If you lose, you have to play at the battle. Stark. Naked," Demyx said with extra emphasis. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I wasn't really surprised either. It just seemed like something Sora would think of.

No, my cousin doesn't like seeing me naked, sickos. He just enjoys embarrassing the shit out of me.

"And if I win?"

"Oh, you won't, so don't worry about it!" Sora replied cheekily. I frowned slightly and just glared at him.

"Oh stop pouting, Roxas. It won't do much for your image." Demyx nudged me with his elbow.

"I'm not pouting-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Sora interrupted. "Look, the bet starts now, Rox. You have until May. That's…how many months?"

"Nine," I answered immediately. It then dawned on me. "Nine months…you don't think that I can write a love song in nine months?!"

"Of course not. It's because you're Roxas."


"Anyway, now that that's taken care of, new topic," Demyx intervened. "School starts next week. You guys ready?"

"I am. I just wanna graduate and move on. Riku said that as soon as we're out of school, we're moving away somewhere on our own," Sora replied, turning his attention to the new conversation. "He hasn't said where, but he said that'd it'd be somewhere a little ways away, just to get a change of atmosphere or something."

"Riku just wants to get you away so he can bang you," Demyx snorted.

"But he does that now…"

"Anyway! Roxas, what about you?" Two pairs of eyes turned onto me.

"School's school…" I shrugged. "Should I really be excited?"

"Roxas, it's our senior year!" Sora exclaimed, looking at me like I was retarded.


"You're not excited at all?" Demyx gave me another confused look.

"No…? What's there to be excited about?"

"Oh my god, Roxas!" Both of them shouted simultaneously.


"You're never excited about anything!"

"You're boring, Rox!"

"How can you not be pumped for our last year of high school?"

"We're graduating! Think about it!"

The two of them continued to bombard me with such statements, each one growing louder than the last. I swear that they were trying to outdo each other just to annoy me. Luckily, I felt something vibrate in my pocket in the midst of Sora and Demyx's shouting war.

I wish they would grow up.

"Guys, shut up for a second!" I yelled over them and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, flipping it open and answering. "Hello?"

"So guess what I found out?"

Kairi, figures.

"What'd you find out, Kai?" I asked her idly, not really thinking it was something important. Sora and Demyx stopped their yelling and proceeded to make kissing noises and faces. You know, like boys used to do in elementary school?

Did I mention that I wish they would grow up? Really, I do.

"Well, I think it's important and I thought you should know," Kairi continued from the other end of the line. I snapped my fingers and pointed toward the door.

"Out!" I ordered Sora and Demyx. The two brunets kept laughing at me on their way out, still making those damn faces and noises. I followed them and slammed the door in their face, locking it behind them. "Now, what is it that's so important that you had to call me right away?"

"Axel's single," she replied. I raised an eyebrow and sat back on my bed, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling.

"And this should concern me because?"

"Because you think he's cute?"

"No. I never said that I thought he was cute. You said that I thought he was cute. Oh, and by the way, I don't think he's cute!" I protested again.

"Yeah you do, you just don't realize it yet. Anyway, I just thought you should know, in case you were curious."

"Wait, curious about what…?"

"Dating another guy of course. Or Axel in general."

"Kairi, seriously, I don't think I want to-"

"Roxas, listen to me. He's single, he's good-looking, and he's right in front of your face!" she cut me off. "What's so terrible about this whole situation?"

"Um, let's try that he's not gay?" I replied flatly. "Look, I…think I appreciate what you're doing, but really, it's fine. If I wanted a…boyfriend, it wouldn't be somebody who's first words were an insult."

"He called you pretty."

"He did not. That's just a figure of speech."

"Roxas…stop being difficult. Besides, I bet anything he's at least bisexual."

"…we're not having this discussion."

"But Roxas-"

"Bye Kai!" I said cheerfully and hung up.

Yeah, I can be an asshole sometimes when I have to be. But really, she was pushing it. Me? Liking some asshole who insulted me for no reason? Thinking some jerkoff is cute because of his silk-like red hair and fascinating eyes?

No, wait…they're not that special.

Me? Daring to test out my bisexuality with somebody who doesn't even seem to be worth it? Questioning what it would be like to be with somebody that cocky and self-assured?

Oh yeah, she was definitely pushing it.

But if that was the case, why was I thinking about all of these things? Why was I laying on my bed, phone in my hand, and thinking about that redheaded boy? Axel…who names their child after a car part? I had to admit though, it was an interesting name. Something that made remembering the face easier. Remembering the spikes of flaming red and the luscious green eyes. Remembering that confident grin made of straight white teeth. Remembering that teasing voice that sounded so rich.

Great. I hung up with Kairi ten minutes ago and I was still thinking about this kid. What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I even care? This was all Kairi's fault, I'm sure of it. If she hadn't brought up the idea that I thought this boy was cute, I wouldn't be sitting here thinking about it. If she hadn't needed a ride home from work, I wouldn't have met the tall redhead at all. If she hadn't even had a job at the Noon Moon, I could have avoided all of this all together.

But the biggest thing of all, if she hadn't screwed me over, I wouldn't have experienced love at first sight.

Damn her. Damn her to hell I say.

So...I've gone through and started editing these chapters and I lost all authors notes that used to be here. Oops.