A Serenade. - AkuRoku oneshot

"This better work," Axel said to himself as he walked towards a certain blonde's house. "He better forgive me... This isn't going to look too pretty for my social record."
He stepped along dewy green grass, admiring the way the air smelt in the mornings.
Fresh and new.
Like his guitar, hurriedly bought from the nearest music shop we could find. The shop assistant had given him the up and down look, as in the look he got when they realized he was gay.
He wasn't a homosexual.
He was Roxas-sexual.
The familiar sight of a plain suburban house came into sight, giving Axel rushes of memories.
Unpleasant memories of a couple days ago.
Since then, Roxas hadn't returned his calls, texts, nothing. Not even a 'get the beep outta my phone, its over'. Even though that may have been a bit worser than him ignoring him.
He dismissed the thoughts from his mind and continued further on his quest.
Reaching the pathway, he took a sharp left, turned a few more times; a path taken many times.
He entered a small clearing on the side of the house.
The clearing still amazed him everytime he saw it.
Bright and vivid greens, unforgettable reds and the vibrant yellows of the garden surrounded him.
Taking a seat on a nearby stone, checking for the sunrise, he did a short sound test for the last time.
"Here we go." A brief moment passed before Axel strummed the guitar, a resounding sound filling the air.
"I've tried playing it cool, but when I'm looking at you....", he sung, thinking about the One Thing most important to him, "I can't ever be brave, 'Cause you make my heart race..."
He let himself drift into the song.
"Because I'm dying just to make you see, that I need you here with me now; cause you've got that one thing..."
A window opened.
"So get out, get out, get out of my mind and come on, come into my life."
A boy looked out.
"I don't, I don't, don't know what it is, but I need that one thing."
He sung his heart out, and finished on the last lyric.
"Yeah, you've got that one thing."
Axel strummed the last beat with a flourish.
He tilted his head up.
"Backstreet Boys, really?"
"Actually, they're called One Direction."
"...Still sound gay."
"You're insecure, don't know what for!"
"Come inside before the cops arrest you for singing angsty gay teen pop."

Axel sighed in relief.
His attempt at near social suicide had not been in vain.
Stroking blonde locks, he turned his attention back to kissing the blonde.
His blonde.

The End.