i don't own crapp.
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"Hey, Zexy?" Yuffie called, running around the house. Looking in bedroom after bedroom. "ZEXXYYY?" "Bury me, bury me, I am finished with YOU, YOU, YOUUUU." Zexion sat in his room, on his bed mumbling the lyrics to The Kill. "Zex-oh, there you are!" Yuffie said, finally spotting the seventeen-year-old sitting in his room, also feeling dumb for not looking there in the first place. "Zexy." She bounced on the bed, "I wanna do something." Yuffie's words was blocked out by his ipod. "Come, break me downnn." Yuffie frowned, snatching the ipod, which yanked the earplugs out of his ears. Zexion sat up, frowning. "What?"
"You never listen to me!"
"Sorry."
"God, I swear! Music, music, music! Let me hear this!" Yuffie said annoyed, putting the earplugs in her ears. "THIS IS CRAP!" She all of the sudden yelled, then browsed through his list of songs. "Red jump suit appa--appa-rust? Whaa? Face down? Oh, creative. Pahrah-more? When it Rains? Flyleaf - I'm so Sick, fully alive, breathe today. Bring Me The Horizons - Traitors Never Play Hangman." She then just looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"It's PEAR-ah-MORE by the way." Zexion corrected her. "You're music is so depressing."
"You didn't even hear it."
"But I bet it would be depressing."
"How?"
"WHEN IT RAINS? I'M SO /SICK/? BREATHE TODAY? TRAITIORS NEVER PLAY HANGMAN!?" Yuffie poked him in the chest. "Emo!"
"I'm not emo." Zexion said.
"Yes you are!"
"HOW?" Yuffie grinned. "You're angry all of the time, always talk in a low, depressed voice. Your music, your hair-" "-what's wrong with my-"
"Your jeans. Look at them, they're ass-tight! They're tighter than mine." She pointed out, smacking his behind. "Don't do that!" He hissed. "And you were asking what was wrong with your hair?" Yuffie asked, "It's in your eye! I'm suprised you're not blind!" Grabbing his 'fringe' and tucked it behind his ear."Handsome! Ooh, nasty eyebrows."
Zexion pulled it back. "Maybe I like my 'fringe', if that's what you want to call it."
"EMO!"
"HOW?"
"YOU FEEL AS IF YOU ADMIT YOU HAVE A FRINGE, YOU'RE A POSEUR!"
"I'M NOT EMO!"
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it makes me giggle, because he has when it rains. the softest song by paramore in his ipod. x)
well, yeah.
boredom.
