Axel paced the hall right outside his best-friend's room, his toxic eyes glittering with almost tears. This was definitely fall-out. He and Roxas often fought, always finding a reason to forgive each other in the end. But no. Not this time. Axel had messed up big and he knew it. He wrung his hands, his mouth forming incoherent gibberish as he waited for the door to be swung open and for a scarily calm Roxas to step out, asking kindly for him to get the fuck out of his life.

As if on cue, the door was swung open to reveal the predicted calm Roxas. He walked up to Axel, having to look up due to the major hight difference. He reached up to grab the collar of the red-haired pyromaniac, pulling him not but an inch from his face.

"I love you, you fucking idiot. Now I want you to get the hell into my room and take off those damned clothes or so help me there will be holes where there shouldn't." Roxas ordered in a calm, kind voice.

Axel was stunned. Pleased, but stunned.

Maybe kissing your best friend WASN'T that bad an idea.

--AuThOr'S NoTeS--

Drabble. Now, this was originally the first, finished fan-fiction I've ever hand-written so... be proud.

REVIEW PLEASE! PLLLEEEASE! Maybe if I get enough reviews I'll make a much long second chapter eyebrowwiggle