A/N: Well, this is my first attempt at a KH fanfic. I hope this works well, I haven't written fanfiction. Oh, and if you don't like yaoi, slash, or boyxboy... don't complain to me. Just don't read it. I really have nothing else to say, enjoy. :3

Please excuse my summary. I'm long winded. I can't sum thing up in 255 characters very well. It just doesn't work for me. T.T

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Organization XIII nor Kingdom Hearts, what a shame.

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Summer camp. Zexion had heard of it before, some of his friends had went when they were younger. He never cared about it, it was just another place of the many places in the nation. Just another place in the nation that he would never go to. He had heard of many of these places before, along with summer camp, there was Mt. Rushmore, New York City, Washington D.C, even local places like Joe's Diner in the middle of town. In general, there were a lot of places he never cared about, and summer camp had always been one of them.

But, his indifference towards summer camp was quickly tossed aside when his parents announced that they signed him up to be a counselor-in-training at Camp Eagle Valley. . .

"No." Was Zexion's blunt answer, "I refuse to spend my summer rotting away, watching snot-nosed, whiney kids."

"Zexion dear." His mother spoke in a calm, gentle tone, "Your father and I thought it would be best for you to… get out a bit. So you can socialize with new people. We think it would be good for you."

Zexion sighed and nodded his head, "Fine." With that, he quickly made his way to his room and shut the door. He flopped down on his bed, grumbling something along the lines of, "…socialize, psh…"

He thought about what his mother had said to him. He went outside, he had friends, he talked to the people next door and the people around the area. He barely ever locked himself in his room, he never hid away inside and stopped all contact with the outside world. He figured his social skills were that of a normal teenager, no more and no less. But now that his parents had planned camp for him, now he almost wanted to lock himself away for the summer. But, there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to start a useless fight with his parents. So he figured he would try to keep his thoughts optimistic.

"Summer camp. Great." His voice oozed with apathy as he shut his eyes and drifted off for a nap.

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He didn't know what he was going to do. He had been going to Camp Eagle Valley since he was seven years old! Then, he turns seventeen, and he's too old. It was almost too much for Demyx to handle. A summer without camp, was like having peanut butter without jelly. It just wasn't right!

He was sitting on his bed, plucking away at the strings of his sitar. He really was not in the mood to play anything, the thought of a campless summer weighed on his mind, making it hard to focus. Until, there was a knock on his door.

"Yeah?" He said quietly.

His father appeared in the doorway as the door swung out of the way. "Can I come in?"

"Yep."

His father's footsteps echoed in the room and he looked at his son with sympathy. It was obvious that something was bothering him, when something was on his mind, Demyx would only say a few words at the most. And, he also wore his heart on his sleeve. "So." He started, "What's bothering you?" With Demyx it was easier to get straight to the point.

"It probably sounds stupid, but since I'm not gunna go to camp this year… I'm worried about the summer." The musician sighed, looking sadly back at the ground.

"Good news Dem, you'll still be going to Eagle Valley this year."

Demyx jumped as he heard this. "Wha—what? Are you serious!? How?" So many questions poured into the teenager's head as he tried to reason with the fact that he was actually able to go back.

"Just because you're too old to be a camper doesn't mean you're too old for camp. You're going to be a CIT this year! As long as you want to anyway…"

The musician's eyes grew wide and he launched himself at his dad, practically knocking the wind out of the poor man in a hug. "Dad. You're officially amazing." Demyx grinned and let go of his father.

"I'm glad you're happy." With that, his father waved goodbye and left the room, shutting the door on his way out.

Demyx sat back down on his bed, in a state of delayed shock. Then he picked up his sitar and suddenly seemed to wake up again. He plucked out a few random notes and eventually it picked up tempo. And it eventually became a random, fast-paced melody that echoed through the entire house. The blonde was grinning madly the entire time; he only played like that when he was insanely happy. And it was obvious that he was.

The song continued for a good three or four minutes before he stopped and placed his sitar on its stand beside his bed. Then, he yet again flopped down on his bed and rolled on to his stomach. He remained there for a moment before letting out a content sigh. "Summer camp… great!" He squealed and rolled back over on his back again.

With a sudden yawn, he decided that a nap would be nice. So he shut his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

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A/n: There it was. I promise the next chapters will be longer. I just fail miserably at introductions and beginning chapters. If you see any spelling mistakes or anything, let me know. :3 Thanks!