In an unusually luxurious yet surprisingly average living room, a blond teen was swamped over in his couch, flipping through the channels on his silver flat-screen television. This too, was a bit unusual - flat-screen TVs were something afforded by only a few residents of Twilight Town. After several more monotonous clicks, he sighed and threw the remote control down with a loud clank. Instead, his attention turned to a small black cellphone placed on the coffee table in front of him. The boy suspiciously glanced about his surroundings, hoping no one was watching.

"Heheh...Sorry mom, but my phone bills are gonna have to suffer just this once..." he grinned. He struggled to remember a speed dial shortcut and finally pressed down on a button.

Beeeeep.

"...Hello?"

"Oh hey!" The blond greeted cheerfully.

The girl on the other end sighed. "... Roxas.. Is that you?"

"You're just amazing, Olette! Been expecting me, I presume?" He grinned mischievously.

"Stop fucking around. My phone has caller ID," the girl said. "And... cut to the chase. Why'd you call me?"

"Well...I was bored," Roxas answered dumbly.

"..."

"Eh?"

"Please don't tell me that's the only reason why you called.."

"Eh?" he repeated.

"I have so many better things to be doing than talking to you, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Olette snapped.

"Oi, I'm sorry. But boredom takes no prisoners," the blond said.

"…Actually…wait.. Maybe I'll make use of this useless attempt of a conversation.. Speaking of prisoners..." Olette paused, as if to create a dramatic effect. She took on an evil smile. "I heeeeard that your cousin's coming to town."

Roxas dropped the piece of chocolate he was unwrapping, a fragment of which smudged on the white carpet below. "What?"

"Axel," she said simply. "Your cousin."

"WHAT?" The blonde screamed into his phone.

At this, his mother poked her head out from the kitchen to check up on the commotion. "Roxas, what is it?" Then, her eyes narrowed down on the shiny black plastic placed at his ears. "DROP THAT PHONE RIGHT NOW! Have you forgotten your promise?" She pointed and screamed.

The teen obliged, too dazed by the news his friend broke to him to rebel. The yapping cellphone dropped to the carpet, getting chocolate smeared on its exterior. When he regained his senses, Roxas slowly spoke: "Moooooom, if my possibly homosexual, repulsive cousin were to visit us again to molest me and put me in the shock of my life that results in my taking depression medication, you'd tell me, riiight?"

Roxas's mother, seeing that her son let go of his phone, happily returned to preparing dinner. "Oh, you mean Axel, dear? Of course I would, hon."

"Th..Then why aren't you telling me right now?" he panicked. "You should have told me before! I have to prepare myself for disasters of this magnitude! Why is it that my friends all know about this, but not ME?"

"Oh, but he isn't visiting us." She said, setting the prepared platter on the tabletop.

"What?" Roxas smiled with relief. "Oh. He…isn't?"

The cheerful woman clapped her hands together. "Of course not, Roxas! He's not just visiting..he's coming to live with us!"

The blond's eyes widened as he let out a "WHAT?"

Roxas's mom gazed up at the clock. "In fact, I think he should be arriving soon…"

The front door banged open just in time, to reveal a tall, redhead who fit barely through the high threshold. He bent his head down to get a better look of the interior, and spotted the blond teen. He slowly mouthed the word, "A-ha!" and grinned evilly, raising his hand in greeting.

"A...Axel..." Roxas's face turned as pale as a sheet.

"Hey." Axel smiled.