#sosorryitsucks

Summer was nearing it's untimely end. Bikinis, shorts, and the like being traded out for a bit more— modest wear, I suppose you could say. Fall was approaching rather fast, and quite frankly, Roxas didn't know how to feel about that. Here he was again, sitting on the curb of some unknown street, in some unknown place, alone. That's typically always how he ended up. Summer jobs were coming to their closing points, friends had moved away, and a lot of people changed. Life moved on as always, but the loneliness the young blond felt only seemed to double tenfold as the Fall season approached.

He didn't understand why this was so, but rather, he didn't choose to question it. Don't ask questions that you don't really want to know the answer to, I always say. Kicking at a pebble, he would twiddle at his thumbs, staring off into the desolate streets. No one came here, to this place. The town had been deserted long ago. A used-to-be cesspool of criminals and numerous sex scandals. This was a place you only visited if you honestly had a death wish. 

Roxas ignored the fact, really. He came here to think, nothing more. At this point, he was overwhelmed by the fact he didn't have anyone to go home to. No family, no friends, no special someone. All he had was a cat, and cats were all good and well until you wanted someone to talk to. Though..the blond wasn't exactly 'exempt' from attempting to communicate with felines. 

The Cat whisperer.

'I'm so not funny..' He thought, cupping his face within his palms. Now Roxas wasn't crazy, by any means; but he liked to tinker with things that need not be tinkered with. Trying to use mind control on a bird probably wasn't the best, or the brightest idea he'd ever had. Taping the cat to the refrigerator to see if he was somehow superhuman wasn't really a good idea either.

Maybe this was why he didn't have friends.