"You gotta be kidding me," I grumbled, sticking my head through the curtains of my bedroom window for the first time today only to find the same outcome as every other day for the past two weeks.

Rain.

It should be impossible to have rain in summer, there should be some kind of natural law against it or something. But no. Here it was, determined to spoil my few weeks of freedom.

See, I love the sun. The hot rays beating down on my skin, the bright and colourful scenery around me, the chance to go out and have some good, old fashioned fun at the beach - just don't put me next to the water -. Summer is what I live for, for me, there's no better time of the year.

But there is one particularly good-looking blond who would disagree with me here. He hates the heat, and his porcelain skin confirms that, it's crazy how pale he is. He looks fine in winter and a little odd in summer. Like he's been living in a dark cave somewhere which I'm sure he'd prefer to be. It was always the same, he was like some sort of… reverse Scrooge. But that's what makes my summer that little bit more fun.

See, every summer, I have the pleasure of dragging this cute little blond out of his sanctuary of a house and ultimately showing him how to have fun - though he'll always deny he had any once summer's over -. And ever summer has been good enough to do that. But this year, it has done nothing but rain and ultimately spoil my fun.

"I know you're over there laughing at me Roxas," I said with a sigh. This sucked, and I would simply go to his place to bug him instead if my car wasn't a heap of expensive crap and at the mechanics. Ah, speak of the devil, one particular mechanic was calling me now, or was he going to be a saint today? "Xaldin, give me some good news baby." I received a grunt in response which I barely heard over all of the shouting in the background.

"Cid fixed your car," he answered me and I gave a happy sigh.

"Tell him he's my hero, and any sort of sexual relief he wants, I'll give it to him." Don't worry it's a joke, and everyone knew that, trust me I say it enough to my friends that they all learn to laugh it off - though Roxas does grace me with a worth while blush. Speaking of Roxas, "can I come pick it up now? There's somewhere I need to go."

"Sure. But he's on a rampage and you know he's after the money you owe him." I appreciated the warning, and if it wasn't so important that I get out of this god forsaken house, I'd leave it for a day or two. But this, was life or death.

"Thanks Xaldin, I'll be over to get it soon." Another grunt from the guy and he was gone, leaving me to flip my phone closed and look out the window again with some small hope that the weather might have changed for me. Of course I was kidding myself, finally deciding to remove myself from my bed and walk towards the bathroom to shower with a dejected sigh towards the weather, but a small grin at the day ahead.

********

"Is it safe?" I asked, peaking my head around the front door of the mechanics shop to find Xaldin, standing behind the counter stacking anti-freeze - though why since it was the beginning of summer, was a mystery to me.

"Is it ever safe? Especially for you." He had a good point, Cid wanted my head served on a gold platter for the trouble I cause him. Then again, buttering him up to let me off's not a hard thing to do surprisingly.

"Axel!" Oh shit, and here I thought I could just get the car and run, or rather… drive. "Where the fuck's my money?"

"Oh come on Cid live a little, I'm just building up my debt so when I pay you, you'll be a millionaire." And by my poor money standards, - with how much I owed him, - he practically was.

"None of your bullshit Axel, I want that god damn money," he glared at me angrily, shaking his grubby mechanic cloth and it was almost comical. I would have laughed if it wouldn't land me with my head under a car tyre and Cid's foot on the lever.

With a sigh I dug my hand into my jean pocket, pulling out my wallet with a frown, this money was supposed to go towards getting Roxas out of the house this summer. I guess that's what happens when I buy a car from Luxord. "Yeah yeah, here's your money," it didn't stay on the counter long before Cid swiped it with a grin and counted the bills.

"Always a pleasure Axel," he said smugly before walking away and I sighed.

"Here," Xaldin then said, passing me my car keys. "It's around the side."

"I swear Xaldin, you're an angel," he scoffed at me, shooing me out of the shop.

"And Axel, try not to pester that little blond of yours too much, I get the back lash of listening to him blabber when he comes to work here." I laughed, giving no promise of anything and walked out of the door, putting up my hood in the process and making my way towards my car.

********

"Oh Roxy," I sang as I knocked on the door of his house though rather than the blond I expected to answer the door a spiky haired brunet invaded my vision instead, though it was stupid of me to think Sora would be out of the house in this weather. "Hey Sora," I grinned, wrapping my arm around his neck playfully.

"Long time no see Axel," he laughed back, trying to pry himself out of my grip before I let go with a smile. "What's up?"

"All this rain is getting me down," I pouted making Sora giggle. "Besides I just got my car back so I thought I'd pay a visit."

"Well I guessed that you were here to see Roxas, that much is obvious," he said with a knowing smirk and I shrugged.

"You know me I just can't leave the little guy alone." Sora rolled his eyes.

"He's upstairs, why don't you go say good morning," he grinned mischievously and I mirrored his look. This was always the fun part.

"By the way, where's Riku?" He was usually inseparable when it came to Sora.

"On his way to pick me up."

"Oh so we'll be home alone huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows making the brunet laugh again.

"No funny business," Sora warned as he walked away and I held up my hands in defence.

"Scouts honour."

"I know you didn't go to scouts Axel," he called from the living room making me grin before quietly making my way up the stairs and towards Roxas' bedroom.

I opened the door silently, a worthy feat since this door obviously had some sort of metal related arthritis the way this thing squeaked. He was there alright, sound asleep on his back, sprawled with one foot hanging over the side of the bed and the blankets only covering up to his bellybutton, exposing his bare, pale chest. Hot damn, if I could, you know I'd be all on that, but as things were I'm only here to wake the spiky blond up, though admittedly… I'm still going to have some fun with it.

With a sly grin I slid through the gap in the door soundlessly and closed it behind me, sneaking up to the bed, - expertly avoiding the creaking floorboards - and put a small amount of pressure on the mattress with my knee to test how asleep Roxas actually was. He shuffled, but only slightly, and I deemed it safe enough to swing my other leg over to straddle him and delicately cupped his wrists. With a smirk I put my face about four inches away from him and proceeded to inhale deeply, trying my best not to laugh in the process. This was going to be fun.

Everything in the room was silent, Roxas' breathing peaceful as he slept soundly and I savoured the sound for a second before proceeding to wake the blond up in the most fun way possible. "ROXAS!" I yelled, startling the boy bellow me who tried his best to bolt upright in defence but found it impossible since his arms were pined to the bed and the look of sheer shock on his face was priceless.

"Fuck Axel I almost died," he admitted as he panted and tried to calm himself down, allowing me to fall off the bed with laughter. I wish I had a camera for every time I did that, watching Roxas' face like that over and over again would make me happy for the rest of my life.

"I couldn't resist," I breathed out through the laughter and he pouted at me, standing up and kicking me in the side though it didn't hurt and I finally stood up. "Look I'm sorry, but it's fun, you've got to admit it's fun." Obviously he didn't, but the annoyed pout was too cute.

"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked and I grinned.

"I was bored and it's raining, besides I got my car back and it's summer." The smirk I received was a one I knew he would give me, but that didn't matter, because I had other plans for today, regardless of Roxas thinking it served me right for all the 'pain' I cause him every summer. "Don't say it," I warned and he shrugged.

"Say what?" he continued to smirk and I rolled my eyes.

"Just get dressed before I drag you back into that bed," I half joked, giving my own smirk as Roxas blushed, which was enough to brighten my dreary summer day as I walked out of his bedroom.

********

"Remind me why I'm getting ready when it's raining?" Roxas said as he finished buttoning up his chequered shirt while walking down the stairs.

"Well you see, I've got this great idea, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. This weather's already spoiling my, what should be eventful, summer, and this is the only thing I've got left. So eat something then you're coming with me."

Roxas gave me a curious look but sighed and walked into the kitchen, he knew that any sort of complaint would be easily rejected and I'd charm him into listening to me, so he did as I asked without a word. "By the way, where's Sora?" Roxas called from the kitchen as I sat back down on the couch.

"Out with Riku, obviously," what kind of question was that? The apocalypse couldn't keep those two apart. Then again, if it was Roxas, I'd be the same.

He emerged again with toast and chewed on it as he fastened his watch with furrowed eyebrows and I couldn't help but smile, he was too adorable. "Here," I finally said, walking over and taking his hand, glancing up to see him blush again as I fastened the watch for him. "You ready?" he nodded as he chewed and I smiled mischievously. "Come on then, we're going for a drive on this fine summers day," I laughed as he rolled his eyes but walked out of the house.

"So where are we actually going?" Roxas asked as we drove and I smirked, locking the doors in the process.

"I'm not kidnapping you, it's just so you can't escape," I explained as he raised an eyebrow at my action. "We're going to the beach!" I cheered and I'm guessing the look he was giving me was one thinking I'm obviously insane. But it's summer, and I'd be damned if the weather was stopping me from going to the one place we have to go every summer.

"Are you bat shit insane Axel? It's pouring with rain." True, but that didn't bother me, I was going to have a fun filled day with Roxas and that was that.

"You need to learn to enjoy yourself babe," he just scoffed at me of course.

********

The rain pelted the car and I worked the wipers over time so I could see but the smile didn't leave my face as we drove and finally reached my destination. "You better get out of this car or I swear I'm going to smother your pretty little self with my cold, wet clothes when I get back," I warned Roxas before he could protest and instead he huffed, jutting out his bottom lip in an extreme pout but eventually undid his seatbelt and followed me out of the car.

"I can't believe we're doing this," he muttered as the warm rain hit our bodies, quickly soaking our clothes and splashing against our skin, and I pushed the reluctant blond towards the sand.

"Stop being such a boring sod," I laughed as he spun around to give me an offended look and tripped, grabbing onto me for support but only managing to make me fall with him, both of us landing on the mushy sand with a dull thud.

"Ow," was the first thing to come from Roxas' lips making me burst into fits of laughter again though it only took a second to realise there would be consequences to that as Roxas threw a clump of wet sand at me, hitting the top of my head and stopping my laughter dead.

When I looked up he was smirking, the expression growing as he finally buckled with laughter himself and I glared. This… was war. "Oh Roxy," I sang, grinning playfully as I all but pounced on him, swiftly grabbing both of his hands and cupping them both in one of my own as I picked up a hand full of sand and shoved it down his shirt, eliciting a shocked gasp and I smirked back.

"You bastard," he growled, wriggling out of my grasp and managing to somehow flip us over as I laughed, flipping us again in seconds with another triumphant smirk.

Finally we both panted for breath after a long struggle. I won of course, straddling the little blond, his wrists pressed against the sand beneath us, "I win, give it up Rox," I taunted him and he gave a small laugh.

"Alright fine, you win," he admitted. "So what are the chances of you getting off me?"

"Hmm," I thought for less than a second, I knew my answer to that question. "Slim," I grinned.

"Come on Ax, I'm soaking and I still have sand down my shirt," he laughed again sweetly and I joined him.

It was funny how perfect all of this seemed, the summer rain beating against our bodies, the racing hearts we both had, and I knew it wasn't just me because I could feel Roxas' pulse through his wrists, my stomach giving its own little flip as the thought slammed into the front of my head. 'Maybe I should kiss him.' God knows I want to, I've wanted to for years but never had the courage. But now…

"Rox," I started without even thinking, licking my already wet lips as I did so, tasting the rain as it trickled down my face and felt my heart beat even faster with nerves, the sound invading my ears, and it was the only thing I could hear apart from the pitter patter of water against sand, the sound almost matching that of my own heart beat.

"Yeah?" he asked curiously and I knew I couldn't back out now. It was now or never.

"Don't kill me for this," was all I said before slowly lowering myself to press my lips against his in a gentle kiss that made my chest explode with butterflies, and I finally let my eyes close as I felt him kiss me back. I pulled away slowly but pressed my lips down again with a little more gentle pressure and he parted his own lips slightly, allowing me to kiss him as passionately as  I'd always wanted to, our tongues meeting to caress softly and I relaxed knowing I wasn't the only one who wanted this.

I finally pulled away to breathe, staring into Roxas' eyes as we both caught our breath. "W-what was that for?" he asked me and it was probably one of the last questions I expected, surely there's a clear message that comes with kissing like that.

"You really want an answer to that?" I asked with a somewhat amused and awkward laugh.

"I just… didn't expect it," he admitted and I began to worry perhaps he hadn't wanted it after all.

"Was it a bad thing?" I asked, and was relieved when he shook his head no.

"No! I-" his blush brightened, tinting his pale skin beautifully. "I wanted you to," he mumbled and my heart skipped as I smiled.

"Then you won't mind me doing it again?" I asked and he looked at me with his own small smile as I pressed my lips once again against his is a loving kiss. "Come on, we better get going before we freeze," I finally said, standing up from my position above Roxas and offering him my hand which he took and helped himself up with, letting the contact linger before he linked his fingers with mine and we walked back to the car.

********

The drive back was happy, even in the gloomy weather, and I turned the heater on as Roxas shivered, his clothes sticking to his body and his usually lively blond hair drooping to stick to his face as the water, clinging for its life to the ends of his spikes finally dripped onto his clothes if it wasn't already travelling down his pink hazed cheeks. He sighed as the warm air hit his body and relaxed against the seat. "If I get a cold I'm going to kill you, you know," he said and I laughed.

"Don't worry babe, I'll look after you," I winked back and he blushed as we pulled up in front of his house.

"Come on, you can dry off here and get a shower, your old clothes are still here from last summer," Roxas admitted, rolling his eyes with a smile as he got out the car and I followed him.

"Hey Roxy that's going a bit fast don't you think? Asking me to shower with you and all," the look on his face was once again priceless. "Of course, I wouldn't object to it."

"N-not with me moron!" he squeaked.

"Just kidding babe, besides there's something I need to do."

He gave me a curious look, "what's that?"

I took his hand once we were inside and smiled down at him. "Well there's that all important question of, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Are you going to try and shower with me?" he asked and I laughed.

"No."

"Then yes," he smiled and I pecked him again on the lips.

********

"See, summer isn't all bad," I said once I walked back into Roxas' room clad in a pair of red flame shorts and a black vest, finally warm, dry and clean.

"I just can't believe you even took me to the beach in the rain. Though I'm even more surprised since you hate rain."

"Well you know, I quite like summer rain," I grinned. "Can I stay tonight?"

"If you behave."

I held my hands up in defence, with a wide, amused grin, "scouts honour."

"You didn't go to scouts Axel," Roxas sighed before yawning and climbing into bed and I followed suit, wrapping my arms around him with a contented sigh and drifting off to sleep with a happy smile on my face.

********

I woke up in the morning to bright light shining into my eyes and squinted as they adjusted before realising what that bright light was, and as I looked out of the window I grinned. Sun. Precious sun. "Rox look, seems like it's going to be a good summer after all," I said excitedly though received a groan in response and the blond giving me a weak glare. "What's up babe?"

"Axel," he breathed out groggily and I knew exactly what was wrong. "I'm going to kill you," he seethed and I laughed nervously. Oh shit, now I was in trouble.

"Now now Roxy, it was the rain I swear," I said, backing away from the blond as he chased me down the stairs.

But even though he still won't admit it to this day. I know he likes that summer rain…

Just as much as I do.

Flash

‘one…two…three’

BANG!

I sighed -as I momentarily took my attention away from the computer screen to count- and looked out of my bedroom window. Yep, it was raining again, and not only that, but that flash, bang only told me that there was a lightning storm coming this way.

See, usually if I heard thunder, I’d be as excited  as a kid in a theme park, because fuck… I love thunder and lightening! And honestly this shouldn’t really be any different… But this was the fifth storm in about, two weeks to befall Twilight Town, and after the second or third time, it just started to get boring.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still be watching it.

Flash

‘one’

BANG!

Wow, I didn’t even get past one, so it was getting close pretty quickly too. So we’ve established my love for thunder and lightening, but there’s another reason I love these kind of storms too “Axel!” and it just called my name in a frightened panic. I smirked as I lifted myself out of my chair and walked to the bedroom door. There was another flash of lightening and a deafening bang and I didn’t move from my place next to my bedroom door until there was another panicked and louder call of my name, and I chuckled before opening the door and looking across the hall at an extremely scared looking blond with the most amazing -but panicked- blue eyes which were looking straight at me.

“Something you need?” I asked and smirked, leaning on my door frame and crossing my arms. So this timid, frightened and adorable looking blond is my roommate, Roxas, who I’ve known for something like… six years maybe. We ended up going to the same high school and college together, so why not move in together, right? Well the second reason I revel in these storms is that my dear Roxy is, without use of a better word, petrified of them… like, he has -damn what’s it called again?.. Astraphobia?.. Keraunophobia? I dunno, there’s a few names for it, but it’s a phobia of thunder and lightning, and that fact can only make these storms a little better. It’s not that I enjoy seeing my best friend ultimately fearing for his life in these situation, because I don’t! It’s just that Roxas has a tendency to need to hide during these storms, and I have the delight and pleasure of being his teddy bear that he cuddles, and hides behind to feel safe.

There’s something else I should establish now. For the past five of those six years, I’ve been in love with this cute ball of blond. Not that he knows it, do you think I want to throw away my friendship with him? I don’t think so. Though Demyx seems to enjoy telling me that I am, in fact, throwing away something better that I could so obviously have. I don’t think that he’s realised yet that he’s deluding himself if he thinks I would actually convey my feelings to Roxas… Ok, I’m totally lying, because after five years of constant flirting, and sly glances, and sharing all of our secrets, I’m completely sick of being in love and not knowing if this could go any further, so my final reason for being happy about this specific storm, is that I’m going to confess -one way or another- to Roxas about my love for him, and if all goes well, he won‘t just be getting cuddles during the next lightning storm we have here.

It was amazing that Roxas managed to actually glare  at me during a time where he’s usually scared for his life, but the next flash of light and clap of thunder, and that glare was replaced once again with panic, and as Roxas’ lip quivered and he gave the tiniest squeak of fear, and need for something to hide behind, I had to hold onto the doorframe to stop myself from molesting his cute self, or more appropriately -since no such relationship had been established… yet-, squeezing the life out of him.

I rolled my eyes and tutted as I casually walked over and sat on the other end of the couch, silently smirking to myself as I crossed one leg over the other and waited patiently. Roxas sat at the other end of the couch, his knees pressed to his chest as he looked at me, staring forward, struggling to keep my face somewhat passive. I finally heard him shuffle slightly towards me, but not nearly close enough to lean on me, and the corners of my lips finally curved upwards slightly. He continued to shuffle until he reached the middle of the couch before I swiftly unfolded my arms and used my left hand to pull him close to me just as there was another flash and Roxas buried his face in my neck and clung to my black t-shirt with his death grip.

I tried my best to breath normally so I didn’t laugh at how unbelievably cute he was being, but I succeeded only in giving myself away. “You bastard,” he mumbled into my neck, his warm breath washing over my chest “you’re enjoying this aren’t you.”

I indeed laughed a little and grinned “every second,” I admitted, and if this was any normal conversation, he would have probably kicked me by now. But since his knees were tucked against my side, that obviously wasn’t happening.

We sat silently for a long while, every possible way of me telling Roxas how I felt flicking through my head until I finally realised that it had been a while since the last time I’d heard any thunder, and the rain was only a light patter on the windows. I stayed put, silently, for another five minutes before grinning when Roxas showed no sign of moving any time soon, though I could have kicked myself when I realised my body had the worst timing in the world and I really needed to use the bathroom “hey Rox?”

“Yeah?” He said back, my heart fluttered when I noticed his voice didn’t crack so he hadn’t fallen asleep like I’d guessed.

“The storm’s gone, and I really need to pee,” I felt him sit up a little hesitantly and mumble an apology as he looked down at his knees, but I could still see a faint hint of a blush on his face and I smiled. I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, glancing back into the living room to see Roxas staring out the window before I walked into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath as I stood at the sink, the cold water running down the drain, ‘tell him now or you’ll never do it’ I should really listen to me sometimes, but right now was no exception. I was standing in the bathroom facing the mirror, mulling over what to say to Roxas, but every time I thought about it, the more nervous I got, thus causing me to change my mind.

I finally shut away my nerves and took a deep breath, encouraging myself to just fucking say it! I opened the bathroom door and turned my head to look at Roxas. But I let out my breath in a sigh and felt disappointment wash over me as I looked at his sleeping face. But I couldn’t help but smile. He looked way too cute.

I walked over to the couch and bent down to take a closer look at the peacefully sleeping face, I gentle brushed away some of his bangs before standing up and picking him up bridal style, carrying him to his bedroom. He didn’t stir as I placed him on his bed and covered him with the sheets. I’d say it was an impulse decision, me letting my body take over or something, but I was fully aware of what I did next. It wasn’t a big thing, I didn’t molest him or anything, I just placed a small kiss on his forehead and smiled before walking back out of the room and shutting the door quietly, walking to my own room and going to bed myself.

********

“Morning,” Roxas greeted me as I shuffled into the kitchen the next morning, I say morning, it was already almost noon.

“Hey, what’s for breakfast?” I asked, sitting at the table, “or should I say lunch?”

Roxas laughed. This should be where he glares and me and says ‘make your own damn food,’ but the last time I did that I almost set the kitchen on fire… Twice. That’s when Roxas learned never to let me cook, and accepted the fact that he’d have to cook to stop me from always eating take-away and eventually giving myself a heart attack. Not that anyone would notice, I’m way too skinny, even though I eat an absurd amount of junk food when Roxy isn’t around.

“I’ve got work soon so why don’t we grab something out? I know you have to go see Demyx,” if it wasn’t for this guy, I swear I’d be a hermit, I always forget when I have to leave the house for something.

“Oh yeah, my guitar,” I laughed, and Roxas rolled his eyes at me, though he probably already knew I’d completely forgotten about it.

Once we were both dressed we left the apartment and headed into town. Roxas works at the game store so he was going that way anyway. I had to meet Demyx in his guitar shop too so the plan worked out pretty well. “You’ll probably be home before I am so put the dinner on, ok wifey?” I received a sharp dig in the side and laughed.

“One of these days, I’m going to poison your food,” Roxas said with an evil grin and I smirked.

“You’d miss me. And I was kidding,” I said, ruffling his soft, spiky hair. “See you shorty,” I said, squeezing his ass quickly before swiftly walking away to avoid another beating.

“Jerk!” Roxas called and I waved as I walked away, smirk plastered on my handsome face.

“Axel!” Demyx’s sing song voice said as I walked through the door of his shop.

“Hey Dem,” I smiled as he came over and hugged me, thankfully Zexion was used to this action, and he’d stopped giving me death glares, so I was safe from the guy who was sitting behind the counter reading a book, “hey there Smexion,” I smirked and waved.

“Good afternoon Axel,” he greeted me without even looking up from his book, he used to glare at me for that name too, but it was also something he was now used to.

“Here for your guitar Axel?” Demyx asked and I nodded delightedly, I’d missed my baby, it was the other love of my life, and I swear Sora’s getting his ass kicked the next time I see him. See, my guitar is here because my guitar broke… or more specifically Sora snapped the neck in half by tripping backwards and landing straight on it. I wasn’t there to see it, but I heard that Roxas had immediately called Demyx and Sora had ran out of the house. He hasn’t been back yet either.

“You know it Dem.” He grinned and walked away, bringing my B C Rich Mockingbird through and I sighed with relief. Apart from the fact that I loved this guitar just a little less than I love Roxas, the other reason I was so pissed at Sora, was that this guitar was fucking expensive! If you haven’t seen one, Google it, you’ll understand why I bought it. I don’t want to talk about how much I had to save up for this thing, so you can imagine that hearing it had been snapped in half would really get my blood boiling. Customisation was pricey too, I had it painted with flames up the body of the guitar, small flames cut into the fret board and the tuner keys reshaped into stars and painted red.

I cradled my baby making Demyx roll his eyes, “you spend every day around guitars so don’t give me that face, you know how precious my baby is to me.” I pouted.

“Yeah, almost as precious as Roxas,” Zexion said and smirked, and I stuck my tongue out childishly at him. I wasn’t going to deny it though, these two knew about how I felt about Roxas… actually almost everyone did, except Roxas that is.

“Want to hang out here for a bit Axel?” Demyx asked me and I nodded.

“I intended to Dem, you won’t get rid of me for a while,” I laughed.

“So, have you decided if you’re going to tell Rox yet?” Demyx asked, sitting down on the counter top and playing with Zexion’s hair. He always asked me that, and I’m pretty sure he knows the answer, he just likes to rub it in that I’m being a pansy.

“Well I am going to tell him,” I stated, “I was going to tell him last night. But I went to the bathroom and when I came back he was asleep.” I sighed, I don’t even know when I’ll get another chance now, and that fact bugged me.

“Ha! That’s just your luck isn’t it Ax?” Demyx laughed and I glared at him. I knew fine well what my luck was like, it‘s probably what I get for picking thirteen as my lucky number.

“Can it blondie, you shouldn’t be saying stuff like that when you’re the one who won’t shut up about me telling him.” I did have a point, and Demyx seemed to understand that too.

“Axel!” Holy shit! I almost broke my guitar again and the pink haired pest who was currently latched onto my back was going to get a beating the second he let go.

Marluxia did let go and I glared at him, clutching my guitar like my life depended on it, when in all honesty, Marly’s life did. “Maybe you should put that in it’s case Axel,” Demyx said, carefully trying to remove the guitar from my death grip. He finally freed it and took it to the back room, emerging again with a bright red guitar case.

“How’s it going beautiful? You told foxy Roxy yet?” Marluxia asked, draping an arm over my shoulder like he hadn’t almost just cost himself a shit load of money and earned himself a black eye.

“Not yet,” I said, taking my guitar case from Demyx and letting out a long breath to calm myself down. “Marly, I just had my guitar fixed, pull another trick like that and I’ll jam every drumstick you own where the sun don’t shine.” Intimidating words, no? No… apparently not to Marluxia.

“Kinky,” the pink haired boy said with a fake shiver, “I like it,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes. If there was ever a bigger pervert than me, it was Marluxia.

“Have any plans for the day?” Demyx asked, sitting back down on the counter, and I leaned back against it myself.

Marly shrugged, “I thought I’d say hi then go and pester Roxas for a little while before work,” he grinned and I glared.

“Don’t be a pest, that’s my job,” I said and he rolled his eyes at me.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he said, lazily waving as he walked away and out the door.

I sighed contentedly, as weird as it sounds, this whole shop was sound proofed, so there was no noise except the music playing through the speakers. “Have you seen Sora yet?” Demyx asked me as he played with Zexion’s hair again and I shook my head.

“Are you kidding? I probably won’t see him for at least another month,” I said. It was true, Sora knew what I was like for keeping grudges, and he wasn’t about to put himself in the firing line for a beating.

“I guess, he does seem rather terrified right now that you’re going to kill him in his sleep… I’m not sure why,” the blond admitted and I laughed.

It was a long time before I realised just how late it was, actually the time didn’t matter to me at all, it was what happened at the time that bothered me. I would have probably stayed happily oblivious, until the power went off. “A power cut?” Demyx wondered out loud, we hadn’t noticed anything, but before Dem could ask why there was a flash of lightning followed immediately by a crash of thunder and my eyes widened.

“Shit, what time is it Dem?” I asked, shrugging my leather jacket on and picking up my guitar case as he checked his phone.

“almost six,” he said and I called a thanks as I ran out the door.

I’d expected rain… but not this much rain. I looked at my phone, wondering why Roxas hadn’t called me when it told me I had no network connection and I cursed, running as fast as my long legs could carry me. Thankfully it didn’t take me long to get home, we didn’t actually live far from the shopping district, and I burst through the door, panting heavily and dripping wet. I placed my guitar down… yes I know, I had more important things to think about, like Roxas, but really I’m not just going to drop my guitar case like I would with anything else. I had just got it back, there was no logic in breaking it again.

I kicked off my converse, struggling to walk in my rain soaked skinny jeans to get to the living room where I stopped at the door frame, staring into an unlit room as another flash of lightening lit up a terrified face, the blue eyes wide and I quickly made my way over to the couch, where Roxas was sitting, without a word and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he threw himself at my chest to bury his face.

“You’re wet,” Roxas said into my soaked shirt and I chuckled.

“I just ran home in this storm, I think I’m allowed to be wet,” I said back and was immediately punched in the ribs, a reaction I wasn’t exactly expecting. “Shit Rox you punch hard,” I said, rubbing my abused side.

“You ran home in this? Moron! What if you’d been struck by lightening?!” He shouted at me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Aw Roxy, you know it can’t get me when I’m running to get here for you,” I said, and the next flash lit up his blushing face.

“Idiot,” Roxas mumbled, huffing, and I grinned. “Change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold,” he said, pulling his knees up to his chest and facing into the room. I smirked mischievously. Don’t blame me for this little Roxy, you said it.

I did as I was told, unbuttoning my pants and slipping off my shirt, smirking all the time “what are you doing?!” Roxas finally squeaked, gawking at my sudden decision to strip down to my boxers and socks in the living room.

“You told me to get out of my wet clothes,” I said, smirk still in place as Roxas blushed, and I could see it perfectly without any light.

“In your bedroom!” he said, burying his face in his knees, and I laughed as I picked up my clothes and walked into my bedroom.

I came back into the room dressed in my usual sweats and a black t-shirt, the storm was getting worse now, the lightening more frequent and I found Roxas with the blanket from over the couch over his head. Like yesterday I sat down at the other end of the couch, but he was quick to crawl to me this time, making my heart flutter happily, and I wrapped my arms around him loosely as he buried his face in my t-shirt.

I turned my head to look out of the window at the pouring rain, and secretly nuzzle Roxas’ blond, spiky hair, catching a glimpse of the lightning as it zigzagged down to kiss the floor a little way from the apartment complex and my eyes lit up with excitement “I don’t know how you can like looking at it,” Roxas’ said into my t-shirt and I grinned.

“I don’t know how you can be so scared of it, it’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen,” I said, looking out excitedly for more flashes.

“But you’re a lunatic,” he said, his talking muffled but the word warming my side where his face was buried.

“Second on the list, without a doubt.” I said, ignoring the comment as I gently stroked Roxas’ hair, his breathing was calm again and I couldn’t help but smile knowing that me being here was making him feel better.

“wha’s f’rst?” I heard him ask sleepily and if I didn’t tell him now, I don’t know when I’d have another chance, this time was already a blessing.

“I could tell you, but only if you promise not to rip my head off.”

I heard him mumble a promise and I took in a deep breath. I had to do this, and I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t. My mind was finally made up. “You are”.

Honestly, I braced myself for a punch in the face and held my breath. So you could imagine my surprise when that didn’t come. Did he fall asleep again? I’d shoot myself if he had, that was twice I’d decided to tell him how I feel. “Rox?” I asked, checking for a response and I was happy to see him look up at me. Well, that, and I was a little nervous now, I had no idea what was going to happen since the beating didn’t come immediately.

The next thing that happened was a huge shock to my system, and something I was totally unprepared for. Another bolt of lightening was all it took, and Roxas grabbed the front of my top, pulling me down and crashing our lips together. For some reason, my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Yeah, it was definitely what I wanted, but unexpected nonetheless.

Roxas pulled away, panting, but not letting go of my t-shirt “does that mean you like me?” he asked and I wanted more than anything to roll my eyes, unfortunately I was floating somewhere outside of my body. “Axel?” he asked once I didn’t respond, and I floated back down, blinked, and pressed our lips together again, wrapping my arms around Roxas’ waist and linking my fingers around his back.

“Does that answer your question?” I asked, pressing our foreheads together and smiling, Roxas’ mirroring the look.

“I like you too,” Roxas admitted, blushing cutely.

“Well I was hoping so since you just kissed me,” I said with a chuckle, nuzzling his soft spikes. I leaned down, kissing him again, running my tongue along his soft lips, gaining the entrance to his mouth I’d wanted for five years, and I was happier than I’d ever been before.

******

I woke up in the morning in pain. It was not a good idea to sleep on the couch, even if it was with Roxas, we really should have went to my bedroom… at least then Roxas would be the sore one. I smirked at my thoughts, looking around for the little blond cutie who was… nowhere to be seen. Before I could even call for him there was a knock on the door, and I groggily got up, walking to the door and opening abruptly with my morning face on. My morning face isn’t pleasant either, especially after sleeping on a couch.

I was greeted by a bored looking Riku, a small tuft of brown hair sticking out from behind his shoulder which I raised a questioning eyebrow at. He really did think I was going to kill him. “Don’t hurt me, Roxas told me what happened and we’re here to celebrate.” It took me a second to realise what he was going on about, but with a small grin I let them both in.

“Hey guys,” Roxas smiled, walking out of the kitchen and I had to walk over and kiss him, making him blush nicely and I wrapped my arm around his waist. Both Riku and Sora stared, though I was sure Sora was about to explode, he was literally shaking.

“Oh my god I’m so happy for you guys!” Sora practically screamed and pounced on us both as Riku stood, smirking from the side lines.

I laughed, keeping my hold on Roxas as Sora hugged us, “me too,” I grinned. Definitely, me too.