A/N: Here is the first chapter of the most voted AU in the poll! Hope you guys will like this story =)


Stupid Worthless Boy.

I stare at my clock radio. My thumbs are twiddling impatiently and my knee is bouncing up and down.

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

One hour.

That's enough time, I think.

I take a five-minute shower and scramble into my closet, hastily changing into a black suit, white dress shirt and black tie. I check my appearance in the full-length mirror: an exhausted, frustrated twenty-three-year old is staring back at me with shadowy semicircles underneath his blue eyes. His hopelessly messy blond spikes are sticking up and out like always. Faint memories of thin, pale fingers running through those blond spikes flash before my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat.

I shake my head, ridding myself of the memories, and head back into the bedroom. My eyes dart to the clock radio - forty-five minutes.

Did I have enough time to eat? I jog into the kitchen and shove a piece of toast into the toaster. While I'm waiting I grab the nearly-empty jar of Nutella sitting by itself on the topmost shelf in the pantry, and I reach into the fridge for the milk. As I'm doing all of this more memories flash into my head: giggling, milk mustaches, licking Nutella from the tips of thin, pale fingers…

My phone rings, and the toast and I jump at exactly the same time. I pull the hot bread out and smear whatever was left of the Nutella before answering the call. I check the name on the call display: my best friend.

"Roxas?" Axel splutters frantically, and I chew my toast calmly, "Are you still coming?"

"I'm on my way," I assure him as I swallow the last piece of my toast, "Don't worry, I got this."

"You sound awfully calm."

"Why shouldn't I?" I ask as I down my glass of milk. I check the digital clock on the stove - half an hour.

"Well," Axel begins in a much more even tone, "I just want you to know you're wasting your time."

I roll my eyes - I've heard this so many times before. "Axel, how many times do I have to tell you; I have to do this. I know this is what I'm supposed to do."

"You tell me the same thing every time." He groans exasperatingly.

"I can easily say the same thing about you." I mutter as I head for the door. "Look, I gotta go. I'll be there soon."

"Wait, I think you're misinterpreting me," He says as I lock my door, "You don't have to do this, Roxas. She's-"

"There's no point in trying to convince me - you should know this by now," I tell him firmly as I walk into the elevator, "I know now, Axel - I belong with her. She's mine. I can't let her go. I need her." My chest twitches in pain but I ignore it. I lean against the wall and watch the numbers of the floor indicator go down, down, down…

I hear giggling again, and the twitching continues.

"A kiss for every floor…"

"Roxas?" Axel's voice jolts me back to the present, and I blink wordlessly.

"Y-yeah?" I check the time again. Twenty-two minutes. I shake my head. "Listen, I'm heading out now. I'll see you soon."

"Wait-" I cancel the call and shove my phone into my pocket as the elevator doors slide open, revealing the underground parking lot of my apartment. I race towards my car, fishing my keys out and unlocking the door. When the engine growls to life my eyes shift to the time on the dashboard.

Seventeen minutes.

My palms grow sweaty as I speed out of the parking lot, squinting a bit when the sun hits my eyes. I turn a little too sharply and veer into the busy city street, my heart pounding like rain in my ears.

I screech to a halt when the light turns red; the guy behind is staring at me strangely though my rearview mirror, wondering why I'm driving like a maniac. I turn my head and gaze at the vacant passenger seat beside me; giggling fills my senses for the third time today, and I cringe.

"A kiss for every red light…"

The guy behind me honks impatiently, and I glance up to see that the light has turned green. I swallow nervously and zip down the street, not caring if I'm going twenty over the speed limit. I check the time again.

Ten minutes.

I belong to no one but her.

She needs to know.

I need to tell her before it's too late.

I cut another corner and step on the gas; I think I'm almost flooring it. My hands are trembling as I try to steady my grip on the wheel. The giggling is getting louder now and my eyes are starting to sting.

I'm hers.

She's got me wrapped around her finger and she doesn't even care.

I need her to know that I'm hers.

I'm here, finally. I drive straight into the nearest available parking spot, almost forgetting to turn off the engine. I slam the door shut and scramble out of the blacktop and onto the marble steps.

Five minutes.

I need her to know.

I take a deep breath and place my hands on the tall double doors.

I'm hers and hers alone.

Four minutes.

I push them open, and everyone in the church turns to stare at me.


A/N: So how's the prologue? Is it interesting enough?

I hope you guys like it so far - it was another plotbunny that jumped into my head after watching 500 Days of Summer a billion times in a row XD

Please review, I'd love you if you do =)

Chapter Inspiration: Story of a Lonely Guy by blink-182.