The Fires Spark

      After a few days, he knew he was ready, and plus if things went awfully he had beer and cigs he could cry in to. He planned that after hanging with some people he would make the call, the call he had been waiting for. This party was more of a relaxer and get high party. As much as Axel wanted to get wasted or high he actually restrained himself. To still have fun he played the shittily tuned guitar and laughed at the comments from the other party goers. 

     Finally looking at the time on his phone he put the guitar down. Opening the key pad, he held his breath and pulled out the small piece of paper that was now semi-wrinkled. Dialing in the number he hoped it wasn't some sort of rejection hotline. Hitting call he held it up to his ear in anticipation. Once he heard the ringer he was filled with immense fear.

     “Nope! I'm good.” Hanging up he looked at his phone. “Man what am I doing.” Grounding he called the number again. This time though he wasn't going to hang up. In his head, he practiced what he was going to say. ‘Hey, it's me, Axel.’ Short, simple, sweet it would be perfect. “Is that too informal?” Why was he questioning this now? He needed air, getting up he made his way out the front door.

     There was a pause when the phone finally stopped ringing. Even after he was sure it wasn't the voice message thing he was still frozen. “Uh... I uh... Hi, is Saix there...” 

     He wanted to say something but he didn’t know what to say yet. In his prosses of thinking, he felt gentle fingertips put a piece of paper in his hand. His dorm and number? Looking up in hope at him he heard him speak again.  “Don’t… don’t try to contact me for another few days, at least. I need time to sort through this shit in my head.” He was a little dishearted at first but heard it all, there was still hope.  

     “I don't know I just lost it!’’ He began to cry. “I needed to get away from it all I was angry for no reason.” He dropped his defensive stand and his shoulders fell into him. “But I don't wanna do this.” He looked up at Saix. “I don't what to be angry at you, I didn't want to hit you I was just.” Slowly he began to walk over to the wall he was leaning on. “I just wanted to get away, away from everything that made me feel bad, that made me who I was.” Slowly and shyly he tried to bring a hand up to his face but pulled away. 

     “I wanted a second chance a new start.” He looked up into his eyes. “Then I needed a new start again, I just needed to try again.” Feeling like he was going to fall over he put his arms on the wall and thus also trapping Saix. “I Left because I thought you would be better off with out me... that you would find someone better...” A sob left his mouth. here was the one person he always tried to impress some one he used to love and he was crying in front of them.

     His eyes widened at his harsh words. Gritting his teeth he snarled at the man. “Fuck you man.” He took a sharp breath through his nose. “You can't call me that!” Holding on with one hand Axel pulled his elbow back and brought his fist forward. He didn't let go when his fist hit Saix’s cheek, he was getting ready for a second. 

     “Take that back.” A tear rolled down his tattoo as he glared at the man. “Take it back!” He swung Again. 

     “I did care!” His chest hurt from the tight breathing he was doing. “I thought you would do so much, b-be somuch.” His vision was blurring. Punching one last time he had met air. He must have let go at some point. Backing up he blinked trying to clear his vision and mind. “You can't talk for me! You didn’t know!” His hands were still in fists and he was ready to attack again. 

     He had taken a few steps back still processing the information. That name causes him to run through memories. Yeah, Saix would have been out of high school... and in college. “Why- why?” Why would some one do that to him? Saix was a genius, kind, an amazing human... at least when he knew him but this was a new Saix.

      “What the fuck are you doing here?” He never thought he would see any one from his past here. “Let go of me.” Dropping the weight of his bag he tryed to push the man. “I thought you were back home.” Where is a teacher or another student? How the hell was this happening? Lifting his foot he pushed it into Saixs hip and pushed away. Finally getting free he shoved his hands away and backed away. 

     “What the hell!”  Making fist he shook it at him. “What makes you think that's ok. I haven't seen you in years and you decide to rough me up!” He was flabbergasted. Not only at this former friends actions but his looks. “After I left did you just decide to become an asshole who pushes people on walls or was that after some one kicked your ass giving you that scared because I wasn’t around to fight people off!”