2 Axel - SometimesITalk

London, Borough of Hackney, 11:00.

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"I'M AWAKE!..I didn't ste.. mhh" Shouted a confused young man while springing up on a sitting position.

Through his semi-closed eyelids, he moved his greyish eyes all around his messy room. He couldn't help but feel the uncomfortable, yet familiar feeling of a kneaded mouth, and the smell of other people's cooking coming from his opened window.

He weakly glanced at the alarm clock, which still hadn't stopped with its scheduled hellish call.

That day wasn't set to be a particularly bad day for Axel, which as always, after a night out with his friends, woke up at eleven in the morning in order to go to 'work'. But for some reason, in that particular morning, he just couldn't stand his alarm clock. So, he tiredly grabbed it, and threw it against the wall of his room, breaking it just enough to stop the ringing.

After an exaggerated yawn, and an oddly satisfying stretch of the muscles of his legs, and shoulders, he got up from his bed, and went directly into the bathroom.

When he came out half an hour later, his dirty blond hair were kept in a messy side swept hairstyle, and he was wearing a clean black t-shirt, a pair of pale blue jeans, and a pair of untied black boots.

While brushing his tongue against his still minty flavored teeth, he checked for his keys within hi pockets, and went straight towards the door of his house.. only stopping after he reached the living room, to turn towards the picture of his deceased parents, and say, "Sleep tight.."

He then left.

In a matter of minutes, Axel was walking down rossington street, and towards the minimarket that was at the corner between rossington street and the A107.

As he was halfway there, he heard a voice calling from behind him "HEY AXEL!.."

Axel turned around to see his friend George, which was calling him from in front of his house, and was currently unloading the car from grocery along with his father.

"Hey mate.." Said Axel after approaching the two.

Before the two got to talk, George's father looked at Axel sternly, and said "Axel, are you going to skip school today as well?"

Axel smiled embarrassingly in response, and after turning to look at George, said "I never skip school! Georgie, have you been telling porkies to your old man again?"

George smiled at Axel's words, then, he said "Mrs Taylor called him.. Hehe.. she told him you haven't gone to school for weeks.. Such a dodgy lad."

After sucking air through his gritted teeth, Axel approached George's father, and with a big smile said "Don't listen to her Mr Moore, she is full of that ol' codswallop. She always comes to school piss drunk and talks shite about us young gentlemen." He then patted the man's shoulder reassuringly, and while he was at it, he took the wallet right out of his jacket.

Naturally, George noticed him, but he said nothing.

Irritated by the young man's condescending tone, George's father grabbed the last of the bags, and went back into the house, leaving the two alone.

George approached Axel, and asked to him "Hey, how did it go with Beck yesterday?"

"Not that well.. And by not that well, I mean a disaster. Her ex decided to show up and try to win her back with a big romantic gesture.. And fuck me, the bloke did it."

"AHAHAHAHA" George suddenly burst out laughing, only able to stop after various seconds. He then said "I told you the two weren't done with each other.. Are you coming to my girlfriend's party later?"

"Does your mother's cooking still tastes like a truck's tire on fire?"

"..I'll see you there.. Bring some beers.." Responded George, without taking Axel's words to heart.

That was the level of their friendship. A friendship where one could insult the other, and neither of them would ever feel offended, no matter what was said.

"I'm headed there right now. Fancy talking to you Georgie."

"Later lad."

After bidding farewell to George, Axel headed once again towards the A107, where the minimarket was.

In about two minutes, he was already in.

Unfortunately, the usual old indian man wasn't behind the counter, and instead, there was his son. That wasn't good news to Axel, as the old man usually didn't check his id, while his son was much stricter.

Regardless of who was behind the counter, Axel grabbed two six-packs, and approached the counter with confidence.

The middle aged man behind the counter rolled his eyes as he saw him. He was perfectly aware that Axel was only fifteen years old. He then looked at him, and said "You're not eighteen."

"That's crazy, don't I look eighteen? Are you going to discriminate on me because I take care of my body?"

"With six packs of beers?" Responded the middle aged indian man while looking at Axel through narrowed eyes.

"I run a lot.. Hey, you know that someone broke a bottle of oil, and now the floor is covered in it? Are you going to clean that up, or ar you waiting for someone to slip on it?" Asked Axel with a righteous tone. Almost as if he had just came back from risking his life.

"Nice try Axel, get out of here." Said the man with an annoyed tone.

With no cards left to play, Axel smiled grimly at the man, then, he grabbed the two six-packs, and said "Alright mate, I'll put them back."

But then, he quickly turned towards the exit, and dashed out of the market instead.

The man quickly left the back of the counter and ran toward him, shouting "STOP!", but Axel was already halfway to the other side of the A107

Axel heard the man call for his name from the side of the road, thing which made him turn around, put one of the six-packs under his armpit, and give him a two-fingered salute while smiling widely..

What Axel didn't understand, was that the man wasn't cussing at him.. He was warning him about the incoming white truck. Of which he was only able to see the front for a brief moment, before he hit squarely by it.

His brain shut down, and restarted the very next moment. But when he woke up.. He wasn't in the familiar road that he knew so well anymore.

What he saw around him, was..