Romeo and Juliette Syndrome. Sept.
Romeo and Juliette Syndrome.
fandom/pairing KHII // Akuroku
chapter 7/?
AU. Cliques get out of hand, and Roxas can't see the problem with
the schools handful of 'punk' kids (Besides the fact they're total dicks.)
But hey, infatuation comes in all shapes and sizes. Especially
when Roxas realizes one of them isn't as bad as the stereotype
makes him out to be.
Chapter:: one. & two. & three. & four. & five. & six.
“Honestly? I think the world would be a better place without them.”
“How’s that?”
“Well think about it. If the world was devoid of 7-11 stores, people would have to go to normal stores at one in the morning to get cigarettes or whatever. It would put more money in the rest of the community, instead of in the 7-11 empire, which is actually plotting to take over the world, and pretty soon ever store ever will be a 7-11.”
Roxas cocked an eyebrow, taking a sip of the Dr. Pepper that he was cradling in his lap. “Is that why we just stopped there and got gas?”
Axel looked thoughtful for a moment. “Alright, maybe I’m a corporate whore. But I’ll be on the throne of the 7-11 empire, at least.” He said, shrugging. “They might let me be their pet or something.”
Roxas laughed, and silently decided today was the greatest day ever. He got to hang out with Axel…the guy that he wouldn’t admit he liked, simply because he didn’t want to think about it, because he didn’t want to go through the “OH GOD I’M GAY” phase, so he figured it best to ignore the situation until Axel had him pinned down with his tongue down his throat…or anything else.
Roxas suppressed his sexually inclined thoughts with another swig of soda.
The final ‘delivery’ was a couple of boxes of china to Axel’s grandparents that his Mother insisted he take up to them. It was a huge house on top of a huge hill, a good way out of town (or so Axel explained, using some very exaggerated hand motions in the process, nearly smacking Roxas in the face. Twice) out where there was nothing but farmland and little fruit stand. Roxas wasn’t quite sure it was a fruit stand, because the man was just yelling “DELICOUS DELICOUS APPLES DELICIOUS!” and honestly looked like he’d escaped from the mental ward.
The rest of the ride was fairly quiet underneath the hum of the radio and the whistle of wind getting in through the cracked window.
It was getting dark when the car was pulled to a halt in front of, yes, a very big house on top of a very big hill. They awkwardly managed to haul the boxes out of the car and through the (rather big) lawn, stumbling to the door where Axel kicked what he hoped was the door, because of the tower of cardboard obscuring his vision.
The door flung open and a woman with the brightest, most annoying red hair Roxas had ever seen (Axel argued that he only needed to carry one box) flung the door open squealing “AXLEY!”
She proceeded to hug him (somehow getting her long skinny arms around the boxes) talking at a hundred miles and hour about he never comes to visit and how much he grows up in the shortest amount of time and how - (a short man Roxas assumed to be his grandfather came forward during this rant and took the boxes from both of them and set them inside the doorway) and how HANDSOME he was getting and -
“Who’s this she said?” Finally able to fully see Roxas. She beamed at him. “Oh he’s a handsome young man! Do you go to school with Axel? You have such pretty blonde hair, do you dye it? Don’t be a stranger! COME GIVE GRANDMA A HUG!”
And Roxas suddenly had a rather uncomfortable face-full of old lady…bosom.
Axel laughed nervously. “He’s my friend. Name’s Roxas.”
Old lady Axel pulled him out at arms length, her hands still latched into his shoulders, giving him a very thoughtful look. “Is this your boyfriend?”
Roxas choked a little on something he wasn’t eating, Axel laughed. “No, Grandma.”
“Why not?” she said, shifting him around to get a better look at his head. “He looks like a healthy, sturdy young man. Make for good grandkids.”
Axel didn’t want to remind his grandmother that he was not in fact a girl, or didn’t have a vagina to create grandchildren with. But, she’d always wanted a little granddaughter, so Axel’s mother told him to just take the comments politely.
“You really need to settle down with someone, you know that?” she said suddenly (now inspecting Roxas’ chin) “You’re not getting any younger.”
“I’m 18, grandma. I’ll have plenty of time to get married.”
“Well I’m not getting any younger.” She insisted, finally letting go of Roxas. “Just think about it. What happened to that Demyx boy? You were in love with him.”
Roxas bit down on his lip to keep from breaking down laughing, and hopelessly mouthed “What the hell?” At Axel, who’s face had just taken a shade similar to that of his hair.
“I wasn’t in love with Demyx, grandma.” He said slowly. “Just…”
“Well you boys had better come in and get some cookies! I wouldn’t be a stereotypical grandma if I didn’t feed you!”
“Actually, we probably better go.” Axel said quickly, laughing nervously. “Need to get Roxas home y’know.”
“Well alright.” She said, her voice slightly sad. “But come back and visit, alright?” she looked at Roxas and winked. Axel rolled his eyes.
The moment they got back in the car, Roxas broke down laughing. “You…haha, you…and ha- Demyx?”
Axel glared at him. “We were drunk. Really, really drunk.”
“Oh but you loved him.” Roxas said, grinning and trying not to break down laughing. Axel groaned. “Either tell me the story or you’re never living this down.”
“We were really drunk. Demyx told me he loved me...and I said I loved him too." Axel coughed nervously. "Upon hearing that my grandma came in...but around that time we were on the floor sucking face. That’s what happened.”
“I knew that kid wasn’t straight.” Roxas said, shaking his head a bit.
“Tell me about it.” Axel said, rolling his eyes and lightly shoving Roxas in the shoulder.
“Hey, don’t shove me, or I’m not letting you bear my children.” Roxas said sternly, giving Axel a very convincing look.
Axel laughed and started the car.
After a short amount of time driving, Roxas realized that they were taking a different route than the one that they had come in. Completely opposite.
Roxas was known to watch a lot of cop dramas, and knew this was always how it began. “We expect the victim in the passenger seat was taken out and beaten to death before the body was left in this field.” The main cop with the husky mustache would say.
“I suspect it was at night.” Roxas imagined the mustached detective saying. “The suspect said ‘you’re a lame preppy kid and I hate your lawn’ before beating him to death.”
They’d reached the top of the large hill, away from any houses when Axel pulled over, the motor humming to a slow stop. This sounded to Roxas like the end of his LIFE.
As in…DEATH.
Roxas shivered. “Er..Axel?” He didn’t want to die. Didn’t didn’t didn’t want to die.
“Come on.” Axel said, giving him a knowing smile. “Come look at this, it’s really cool.”
Roxas undid his seatbelt slowly watching Axel get out of the car. So much for the great night. Axel was going to club him to death in a field.
Roxas shut the door as he stepped out. Farmland. Lots and lots of farmland and empty fields. Axel was sitting on the hood of the car however, and was patting the empty area next to him. Awkwardly Roxas shifted onto it (it was still hot, damnit. He quietly cursed Axel and that damn protective layer of sweater), and leaned back.
And stared.
The sky was endless it seemed like, and the stars were so incredibly…there. It never really occurred to him that stars could get that clear. Not that he usually stared at stars…they were pretty, but it wasn’t exactly a pastime. It didn’t keep him from gaping.
“It’s amazing.” Roxas said quietly.
“Yeah.” Axel said in quiet agreement. “It is.”
Roxas didn’t know what possessed him to do it at that moment (besides the fact “If I were a girl, this would be extremely romantic. But I’m not. So it’s just cool”)but he moved his hand just inches towards Axel’s, so that their outer fingers were barley touching. It was a small gesture…and was better than being beaten to death in a field.
Axel squinted hard at the sky. “Man, I don’t get star consolations. They all look like dippers if you look at them right.”
Roxas decided not to correct him on his word usage.
“Then make up your own shapes.” Roxas said, shrugging. “Right now I can see a bird, a tree, and Dave Mathews.”
“That would explain a lot.”
Roxas suddenly marveled in the warmth that covered his hand, and the fingers slipping in between his and -
Oh God he’s holding my hand.
It was amazing how long it took Roxas to catch onto things sometimes, but when the realization finally hit he had to use every bit of his willpower not to break down giggling and get a one way ticket back to flying-bottle-of-Jesus land.
He closed his eyes. He was in the middle of nowhere holding hands with Axel, and somewhere up in the stars, Dave Mathews was winking down at him.
But like all perfect moments, it had to be ruined by the loud MIDI tone of ‘The Entertainer’ coming from Roxas’ pocket. Roxas felt like shooting something BIG with a really big gun. He unwound their fingers as he sat up, shoving his hand in his pocket to retrieve the small device.
“Hello? Yeah…fine. I’ll be home soon.” There was a pause. “No, I’m not doing drugs. Yes. I’m sure.” Roxas sighed. “I’m sure if someone slipped some drugs into something I drank I’d notice. I’m fine. No, I’m not just saying that because I’m high. Mum…no, MOM. I’M NOT ON DRUGS. Oh. Okay. Alright. See ya in a bit. Love you too.” He sighed and snapped the phone shut, shoving it back in his pocket.
Roxas turned to look at Axel, who was sitting up with his knees pressed to his chest - and smiling lazily. “We should get going.”
“Yeah.” Roxas said, smiling weakly.
Roxas smiled. It was indeed a good night.
I know its kinda late.
Again.
But I was really happy with the grandma thing :D
fandom/pairing KHII // Akuroku
chapter 7/?
AU. Cliques get out of hand, and Roxas can't see the problem with
the schools handful of 'punk' kids (Besides the fact they're total dicks.)
But hey, infatuation comes in all shapes and sizes. Especially
when Roxas realizes one of them isn't as bad as the stereotype
makes him out to be.
Chapter:: one. & two. & three. & four. & five. & six.
“Honestly? I think the world would be a better place without them.”
“How’s that?”
“Well think about it. If the world was devoid of 7-11 stores, people would have to go to normal stores at one in the morning to get cigarettes or whatever. It would put more money in the rest of the community, instead of in the 7-11 empire, which is actually plotting to take over the world, and pretty soon ever store ever will be a 7-11.”
Roxas cocked an eyebrow, taking a sip of the Dr. Pepper that he was cradling in his lap. “Is that why we just stopped there and got gas?”
Axel looked thoughtful for a moment. “Alright, maybe I’m a corporate whore. But I’ll be on the throne of the 7-11 empire, at least.” He said, shrugging. “They might let me be their pet or something.”
Roxas laughed, and silently decided today was the greatest day ever. He got to hang out with Axel…the guy that he wouldn’t admit he liked, simply because he didn’t want to think about it, because he didn’t want to go through the “OH GOD I’M GAY” phase, so he figured it best to ignore the situation until Axel had him pinned down with his tongue down his throat…or anything else.
Roxas suppressed his sexually inclined thoughts with another swig of soda.
The final ‘delivery’ was a couple of boxes of china to Axel’s grandparents that his Mother insisted he take up to them. It was a huge house on top of a huge hill, a good way out of town (or so Axel explained, using some very exaggerated hand motions in the process, nearly smacking Roxas in the face. Twice) out where there was nothing but farmland and little fruit stand. Roxas wasn’t quite sure it was a fruit stand, because the man was just yelling “DELICOUS DELICOUS APPLES DELICIOUS!” and honestly looked like he’d escaped from the mental ward.
The rest of the ride was fairly quiet underneath the hum of the radio and the whistle of wind getting in through the cracked window.
It was getting dark when the car was pulled to a halt in front of, yes, a very big house on top of a very big hill. They awkwardly managed to haul the boxes out of the car and through the (rather big) lawn, stumbling to the door where Axel kicked what he hoped was the door, because of the tower of cardboard obscuring his vision.
The door flung open and a woman with the brightest, most annoying red hair Roxas had ever seen (Axel argued that he only needed to carry one box) flung the door open squealing “AXLEY!”
She proceeded to hug him (somehow getting her long skinny arms around the boxes) talking at a hundred miles and hour about he never comes to visit and how much he grows up in the shortest amount of time and how - (a short man Roxas assumed to be his grandfather came forward during this rant and took the boxes from both of them and set them inside the doorway) and how HANDSOME he was getting and -
“Who’s this she said?” Finally able to fully see Roxas. She beamed at him. “Oh he’s a handsome young man! Do you go to school with Axel? You have such pretty blonde hair, do you dye it? Don’t be a stranger! COME GIVE GRANDMA A HUG!”
And Roxas suddenly had a rather uncomfortable face-full of old lady…bosom.
Axel laughed nervously. “He’s my friend. Name’s Roxas.”
Old lady Axel pulled him out at arms length, her hands still latched into his shoulders, giving him a very thoughtful look. “Is this your boyfriend?”
Roxas choked a little on something he wasn’t eating, Axel laughed. “No, Grandma.”
“Why not?” she said, shifting him around to get a better look at his head. “He looks like a healthy, sturdy young man. Make for good grandkids.”
Axel didn’t want to remind his grandmother that he was not in fact a girl, or didn’t have a vagina to create grandchildren with. But, she’d always wanted a little granddaughter, so Axel’s mother told him to just take the comments politely.
“You really need to settle down with someone, you know that?” she said suddenly (now inspecting Roxas’ chin) “You’re not getting any younger.”
“I’m 18, grandma. I’ll have plenty of time to get married.”
“Well I’m not getting any younger.” She insisted, finally letting go of Roxas. “Just think about it. What happened to that Demyx boy? You were in love with him.”
Roxas bit down on his lip to keep from breaking down laughing, and hopelessly mouthed “What the hell?” At Axel, who’s face had just taken a shade similar to that of his hair.
“I wasn’t in love with Demyx, grandma.” He said slowly. “Just…”
“Well you boys had better come in and get some cookies! I wouldn’t be a stereotypical grandma if I didn’t feed you!”
“Actually, we probably better go.” Axel said quickly, laughing nervously. “Need to get Roxas home y’know.”
“Well alright.” She said, her voice slightly sad. “But come back and visit, alright?” she looked at Roxas and winked. Axel rolled his eyes.
The moment they got back in the car, Roxas broke down laughing. “You…haha, you…and ha- Demyx?”
Axel glared at him. “We were drunk. Really, really drunk.”
“Oh but you loved him.” Roxas said, grinning and trying not to break down laughing. Axel groaned. “Either tell me the story or you’re never living this down.”
“We were really drunk. Demyx told me he loved me...and I said I loved him too." Axel coughed nervously. "Upon hearing that my grandma came in...but around that time we were on the floor sucking face. That’s what happened.”
“I knew that kid wasn’t straight.” Roxas said, shaking his head a bit.
“Tell me about it.” Axel said, rolling his eyes and lightly shoving Roxas in the shoulder.
“Hey, don’t shove me, or I’m not letting you bear my children.” Roxas said sternly, giving Axel a very convincing look.
Axel laughed and started the car.
After a short amount of time driving, Roxas realized that they were taking a different route than the one that they had come in. Completely opposite.
Roxas was known to watch a lot of cop dramas, and knew this was always how it began. “We expect the victim in the passenger seat was taken out and beaten to death before the body was left in this field.” The main cop with the husky mustache would say.
“I suspect it was at night.” Roxas imagined the mustached detective saying. “The suspect said ‘you’re a lame preppy kid and I hate your lawn’ before beating him to death.”
They’d reached the top of the large hill, away from any houses when Axel pulled over, the motor humming to a slow stop. This sounded to Roxas like the end of his LIFE.
As in…DEATH.
Roxas shivered. “Er..Axel?” He didn’t want to die. Didn’t didn’t didn’t want to die.
“Come on.” Axel said, giving him a knowing smile. “Come look at this, it’s really cool.”
Roxas undid his seatbelt slowly watching Axel get out of the car. So much for the great night. Axel was going to club him to death in a field.
Roxas shut the door as he stepped out. Farmland. Lots and lots of farmland and empty fields. Axel was sitting on the hood of the car however, and was patting the empty area next to him. Awkwardly Roxas shifted onto it (it was still hot, damnit. He quietly cursed Axel and that damn protective layer of sweater), and leaned back.
And stared.
The sky was endless it seemed like, and the stars were so incredibly…there. It never really occurred to him that stars could get that clear. Not that he usually stared at stars…they were pretty, but it wasn’t exactly a pastime. It didn’t keep him from gaping.
“It’s amazing.” Roxas said quietly.
“Yeah.” Axel said in quiet agreement. “It is.”
Roxas didn’t know what possessed him to do it at that moment (besides the fact “If I were a girl, this would be extremely romantic. But I’m not. So it’s just cool”)but he moved his hand just inches towards Axel’s, so that their outer fingers were barley touching. It was a small gesture…and was better than being beaten to death in a field.
Axel squinted hard at the sky. “Man, I don’t get star consolations. They all look like dippers if you look at them right.”
Roxas decided not to correct him on his word usage.
“Then make up your own shapes.” Roxas said, shrugging. “Right now I can see a bird, a tree, and Dave Mathews.”
“That would explain a lot.”
Roxas suddenly marveled in the warmth that covered his hand, and the fingers slipping in between his and -
Oh God he’s holding my hand.
It was amazing how long it took Roxas to catch onto things sometimes, but when the realization finally hit he had to use every bit of his willpower not to break down giggling and get a one way ticket back to flying-bottle-of-Jesus land.
He closed his eyes. He was in the middle of nowhere holding hands with Axel, and somewhere up in the stars, Dave Mathews was winking down at him.
But like all perfect moments, it had to be ruined by the loud MIDI tone of ‘The Entertainer’ coming from Roxas’ pocket. Roxas felt like shooting something BIG with a really big gun. He unwound their fingers as he sat up, shoving his hand in his pocket to retrieve the small device.
“Hello? Yeah…fine. I’ll be home soon.” There was a pause. “No, I’m not doing drugs. Yes. I’m sure.” Roxas sighed. “I’m sure if someone slipped some drugs into something I drank I’d notice. I’m fine. No, I’m not just saying that because I’m high. Mum…no, MOM. I’M NOT ON DRUGS. Oh. Okay. Alright. See ya in a bit. Love you too.” He sighed and snapped the phone shut, shoving it back in his pocket.
Roxas turned to look at Axel, who was sitting up with his knees pressed to his chest - and smiling lazily. “We should get going.”
“Yeah.” Roxas said, smiling weakly.
Roxas smiled. It was indeed a good night.
I know its kinda late.
Again.
But I was really happy with the grandma thing :D