Are You Telling The Truth? (Boyxboy)

Prologue: I don't care... Do I?

(Axel Hawke's POV)

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"Hello? Is this Axel Hawke?" A femine voice spoke once I answered my phone.
"Who is this?" I ask, my voice slightly slurred. I was currently at a bar in Cambridge, MA.
"My name is Katherine. I work at the bank. It seems that your vault has been robbed, Mr. Hawke," the voice said in a slightly saddened tone.
"And I care why? There was nothing important in it anyways," I slurred annoyed, and took another sip of my whiskey.
"Ah! Well, I just thought you should know. It was your vau-" I hung up, cutting the voice off.

I took a long sip, finishing the glass. I then payed the bartender for my two glasses of whiskey, and headed out the door. I walked across the street and down the sidewalk. As I walked, a cool night breeze blew down my neck, making me shiver and pull my jacket tighter around myself.
I finally made it to the hotel I was staying in for the time being. As I walked through the automatic doors and towards one of the elevators, I sighed slightly in defeat. I pressed the arrow pointing up on the elevator and waited for the metal box to arrive. Once it arrived and the doors opened, I immediately stepped in and pressed the button labled with a number three.
"Please, hold the doors!" A light man's voice said in a rushed tone. Just as the doors started to close, my arm involuntarily shot out in between the doors, making them open again.
A man, looking about 17-18, runs through the doors and reaches for the third floor button, but stopped as he noticed the was already pressed. The doors finally close, and the elevator starts to asend.

"Hi. My name is West," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I glance at his hand, and hesitantly reach out to shake it. As I grabbed his hand and shoke it, something felt different about myself. It felt like I was a different person, because the real me wouldn't care about someone else. There was something about him that made me feel different. That made me want to be different, even though we had only just met
"Axel," I slurred a little, letting go of his hand, and leaned against the wall of the elevator.
"Are you... Drunk?" West asked unsure, as he adjusted his glasses. I thought for a moment, "I don't know... Maybe.." I said, as the elevator stopped. The doors opened, and we stepped out. He said goodbye, and we parted ways. I soon reached my hotel room and entered. Closing the door behind me, I shrugged my jacket off, took off my shoes and threw my shirt across the room. As soon as my head hit the pillow of my queen bed, I was out like a light. But as I fell asleep, there was someone on my mind....

West..