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Roxas’ PoV
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I… really didn’t know what to do. I had agreed to going out with this strange yet familiar guy. No, not go out. That made this sound like a date. I forced myself to not smile as I got into his car, clutching onto my bag for dear life. It seemed right for some reason, and I wasn’t all that comfortable with that idea.

Should I be enjoying the company of someone I just met like this? I knew my mother was going to die of a heart attack when she got that message… probably end up calling Axel’s cell phone and scream at him for taking me away from her. She’d probably die all over again when she saw him. Call him a bad influence, a delinquent with his dyed hair and two tattoo’s. Wonder what was wrong with his parents. It was to my luck that I’d never told her a good description of the Axel in my dreams… never even really told her his name. I guessed she wouldn’t remember it that well, at least not well enough to take me away from him immediately.

Though… it’s been officially decided that I fall into thought to often. When I looked up I found the car pulling into the parking lot and Axel finishing a sentence about how the food had enough grease to clog an artery within a half-hour of eating it but it was still really good. When he looked at me with his radiant smile, I felt myself smiling back, nodding slightly in response.

“I’ve never really eaten before… Mom never believed in it….” I couldn’t help but giggle as his jaw dropped and he looked so stricken with shock. His words made me giggle even more

“You haven’t lived then! Holy yoyo.-”

“A holy yoyo?” I covered my mouth to try and stop myself from laughing. It felt so rude to laugh at him like that, but it was just hilarious, especially when he nodded happily at my question. He flipped back his hair to and he looked so feminine yet masculine… it was just too funny for words.

“Yes! It was the yoyo touched by god! Got it memorized?” I saw his wink and couldn’t help but notice the use of a phrase that was familiar in my dreams. Did the wink… signal that he knew I knew where he got it from? Or was it pure coincidence still? I simply blinked at him, still smiling like an idiot as we got out of the car and headed into the place.

It seemed he was popular from the way everyone greeted him. I felt pushed into the background at first as he shook hands and joked with the person who seated people. But it was as if Axel read my mind. He immediately looked back, grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. Before I knew it I was being introduced to five people, all of which greeted me so warmly… I realized then I guess how much I had missed being restricted to that house, having so little in my world.

I felt happier then I ever really remember feeling as we sat down at the table, glancing at the menu before me and then looking toward Axel in front of me. I followed his suit of looked at the back and scanning over the drinks. There were so many choices… what to pick. I started biting and pulling at my lower lip in anxiety as the waiter (who also seemed to be on good terms with the redhead) came over and asked for our drinks.

When I glanced up I noticed the oddest expression on Axel’s face, one I didn’t recognize. When the waiter nudged him, laughing slightly, he was snapped out of it. Relief flooded my system when my new friend ordered for me… god that was something less to worry about. For some reason I didn’t want to look stupid in front of him… I wanted to look cool and worldly. Though I knew that was slightly out of the question. I was quickly finding out how sheltered I had been.

“You might wanna  figure out what you wanna eat.” Once again I was snapped from my enthralling thought process… I seriously needed to stop that. I felt my cheeks grow warm and watched him laugh at what felt my expense. As he reached toward me, I swear my pulse started to speed up, I nearly leaned forward, into his hand… did I want him to touch me? I really wasn’t sure but I felt disappointment flood through my system as he instead opened my menu to a page filled with different burger selections.

“Place is famous for these. They have normal ones, vegetarian ones, ones with bacon, chicken… anything really. All come with a huge thing of fries. All of them will also give you really bad cholesterol… well… unless you go with veggie… dunno how those people do it.” I watched his face go contemplative and then with a shrug he leaned fully back.

“Umm… guess I’ll get a normal one… just a normal burger.”

“Yeah? Anything on those you don’t like? Like I dunno… tomatoes, or onions, or lettuce or something.” When I shook my head he nodded and told the waiter that they were all set to order their food when he came back with their drinks. I happily sipped away at the dark mystery fluid, which I found was root beer, and watched as the redhead ordered the food quickly and efficiently. I was too shy to do that… I was happy when he did it automatically.

“So, anyway… why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Since you weren’t that talkative at school. Now that you know I won’t bite… hard… why don’t you inform me on why your in public school now?” I blinked rapidly… did he say he’d bite him…? Or was I just reading to far into it? I chose at that moment to ignore the comment… better off that way.

“Well… my doctors told my mom that social interaction would be good for me.” I kept my eyes locked on the table the entire time I said this. I knew that saying ‘my doctors’ would probably scare him away. With being a home-schooled kid and then apparently having doctors… he’d probably knew something was weird about him. Instead I heard laughter. I peaked up to see his amused face.

“I remember when my mom nearly wanted to keep me away from people at school. Said they were influencing my bad ideas. Eventually she just gave up. Having doctors telling her that people would be good seeing my condition probably helped that. She know lets me get away with a lot-”

“Condition?” I looked up fully, cutting him off in surprise as it registered for me. He… also had a condition?

“Yeah. Remember how I called you Roxas before? Well… I have delusions. These dreams you could call them. But in them I make a promise to someone by that name. He looks a lot like you. I tell him that we’ll meet each other in our next life. It’s effected my ability to have relationships. I’ve… always been waiting for him you know.”

It was like a message those words and I swear my heart stopped beating then. Coincidences? Coincidences didn’t exist.