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He was always late, nowadays. Did he not care about me anymore? Was he really just out with his friends and losing track of time? I was his friend too
wasn't I? Was he
sick of me?
I ran a hand through my spiky, golden hair, as I stared out the window, waiting for my boyfriend. Or
whatever he was. The less we saw each other, the more I doubted he wanted me. But when he pulled into the driveway, my heart leaped out of my chest, my deep, blue eyes widening with anxiety.
"Roxas?" The red-head called from the doorway as the door slammed shut behind him. "Sorry I'm late. My boss kept me longer than I expected because one of the new guys was having trouble fixing one of the cars."
"Hey, Axel," I greeted him, meekly, as he walked into the living room.
Axel collapsed on the chair across from me and exhaled with exhaustion. I glanced at the open seat next to me on the couch and tilted my he