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Roxas’ POV

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What could I say? With him staring at me with those eyes that have haunted me for years. The way he smiled his knowing and slightly arrogant way. It was everything I’d been hoping for since I decided that I wouldn’t be happy until I met my dream friend. I was jumping to tell him that yes! That was my name. I was Roxas, I’m the one he’s had to have been looking for. I’m the one… I am….Just say the words… say the words and tell him exactly what he and I needed to hear.

“I don’t know what you mean. I…. I don’t know that name. My name’s Corey. Not Roxas. Never known or met anyone by that name.” My teeth found my bottom lip, the part of my mind that still denied my dreams had won victory over my ability to speak. I looked down the moment I noticed the happy gleam fade from those beautiful eyes.

“Oh… my…. my mistake then. I’m sorry Corey. You just kind of… remind me of someone really dear to me.” His voice sounded so sad that I couldn’t help but look up, I was him looking away scratching the back of his head. I felt a intense pain in my chest, one of guilt.

I tried to hide the pain that must have been creeping onto my face as he tried to smile and look happy, but the attempt failed miserably, which he seemed to have figured out by the way he just sighed and motion me along. I stared at his back… a familiar thin back, that I was actually fairly used to seeing, except there was no black leather uniform on his body. My hands gripped my bag tightly as I turned the corner, walking through the large doors and into the library he led me into. I know understand why my mother kept me out of school, she probably feared I’d gain delusions of someone who resembled the Axel in my dreams… but the name was similar

“Hey!”

I was jolted out of my thoughts by his hand gripping my shoulder and the slight shake. Somehow our eyes met and with the hand on my shoulder, thoughts filled my head. I don’t know if they were something my over active imagination thought up or if maybe they were memories from my dreams, but I pictured myself being held by him, feeling warm and content. I knew confusion was etched on my face by the way he smiled at me, but other then that… Axel’s face was absolutely and before I knew what was happening his other hand had found my chin and was gently gripping it. I shuddered in response to the finger that traced my bottom lip and felt the heat rising on my skin.

Why wasn’t I fighting? What did it matter if maybe I had known this guy in another life. How did that give him a right to touch my mouth in such a familiar fashion…? Why was I enjoying it? I felt my body shaking, I think that’s what brought him out of his daze and immediately apologize… why did he apologize? It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault that I found myself suddenly wanting him.

I had a good feeling that my cheeks were as red as a tomato. It had been awkward… and strange and familiar. I could only listen slightly to what he was telling me on how to use the library and to make sure I asked the librarians if I needed help. The tour around the school seemed to take millenniums and milliseconds. I feared for so long that he’d touch my face like that again, I feared it but longed for it. I’d never been kissed by anyone before… my sheltered life never allowed it and even though I’ve always been curious about the whole event, I’ve never really been interested in it… that’s changed now it seems.

I watched Axel carefully as he conversed with one of his friends, who had seen him in the hall and had waved him down. I watched the way his eyes lit up in amusement at some joke his friend told him, the way he smiled and laughed, then at the glance he gave me… the way his gorgeous green eyes softened as did his smile.

Maybe the dreams were a bit of a fantasy. Maybe they weren’t of some former or alternate life of mine. But one thing was definitely for certain. They had prepared me for this moment. Had told me that this guy was someone who I needed to find and be close to… someone who would care for me like I wanted to be. But… how could I tell him that?

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Axel’s POV

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Sitting across from Roxas- no… Corey as he ate his lunch hesitantly was like torture. I thought that my grades and good behavior would give me good karma, not this. I better get some sort of karmatic reward for behaving while watching him eat his hotdog without making a single comment, or not trying to kiss him as he ate a popsicle afterward. It was like some higher being was testing him or something

I can’t say I’m pure or anything, haven’t been able to for a little while now. And it was probably that fact that made this meeting so unbearable. I’ve been longing to hold him in my arms for so long. Or at least the person he looks like. I’d been so close earlier. Nearly found out what his lips really felt like, found out if they really did taste that sweet.

I must have been zoning out because next I knew Corey was leaning a bit over the table, hand raised about to touch me and looking so confused… so cute. I laughed, nervously as I couldn’t help but keep myself from thinking that if I’d only kept to my thoughts a little longer I could have felt his hand on me… something must be wrong with me.

“Umm… yeah. Your done right? Guess it’s time to leave you in your classes right? C’mon.” Standing I waited for him to grab his stuff before walking from the courtyard we’d been in, waving to the people who waved to me. I wondered what Corey thought of me… I knew a lot of people, probably seemed popular… I wonder if he thought I was cool, or maybe that I was arrogant or maybe because of my popularity shallow.

It was way to soon for me to be leaving him at his class, to probably not really see him again. I knew I needed to get a phone number… arrange a meeting… there was no way I could let this once in a lifetime chance pass me. No way I could go along with letting him turn his back on me and not acknowledge who he was… who he had to be!

After a bit of hesitation that must have made me look so stupid I grabbed his hand, and pulled the pen he had in his notebook out, uncapping I quickly wrote down my phone number on his palm. I looked up and smiled at the confusion on his face.

“You might need me for something. High School can be scary if you don’t know anyone. But I can make sure you get by all right. Meet me outside the front gate after school okay? If I’m not there wait. I wanna hear how your classes went. Talk to you later Corey.”

I threw him a wink, just to see the look of confusion on his face once again. He was just the most perfect thing I’d ever seen. His voice as wonderful as they had been in the dreams if not better. The rest of the day seemed to drag by… I don’t remember what any of my lectures were about, any conversations with my friends. All I remembered was the limited conversation with Corey, and the brief touch I got of his skin.

By the time of the final bell I nearly ran from my class and out the door. I was at the meeting place probably a full ten minutes before Corey, but I didn’t care. I could have waited for ages just to talk to him for a little while. Maybe I was obsessed with someone I’d just met. But how could I be positive that this boy wouldn’t disappear after today? How could I know that I might not see him again. Maybe this was just a wistful dream that I’d wake from….

I felt a jolt in my chest when I saw him exit the building, looking slightly unsure of himself as someone pointed him toward the gate I stood at. I saw their lips move, the dialogue between them lost in the noise of students talking about their school day and what to do afterwards. I smiled widely as they waved to each other and the blonde approached him, still hesitant as he smiled at me… waved a small wave. I immediately responded with warmth. I wanted him to know just how happy I was to see him

“So do you have a ride home?”

“Well… my mom…”

“Got a cell phone?”

“…Not yet…”

“Then here.” I handed him mine. “Call her on this. Tell her your friend is going to take you out to eat and then bring you home.”

I knew I shouldn’t be pushy… but what could I do? After all… I needed to snag him and make sure he realized how serious I was about him. I couldn’t hide the smile as he opened my phone and dialed the number. I guess he got a hold of a machine since he simply left a quick message and then handed my phone back to me with a smile… this time a sincere and true one. The hesitancy had disappeared in that little amount of time

“So C’mon, lets get outta here, okay… Roxas?”

“… Yeah. Let’s go.”