A/N: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT!
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Dedicated to Am, 'cuz I'ma kill her 'till she dies to death if she doesn't beta this, 'cuz even though I did twice,
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"Demyx! Answer the damn phone! I know you can he-"
"Axel, give me the phone. NOW. Bastard that- OW- HEY!" There was a thud and a muffled 'ow' from the speaker on my answering machine. I didn't even bother looking up from the faceful of couch. I had flooped down here right after I realised what today is. "Demyx, please. Pick up the phone." Pshh. Yeah right. I don't want to move for the next few years.
"He's not gonna pick it up."
"AXEL! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! I'M TRYING TO- hey! Stop it! nghh.." Sex whore much, Axel?
I can't believe they actually think I'd want to get up and talk to them today. "Demmy babe, I know your on your damn couch. I know you can hear me. If you don't pick up the phone now, I'm not gonna have sex with Axie for two weeks, and tell him it's your fault 'cuz you didn't answer the phone..." That was enough for me to glance at the phone. It was sitting about a foot away from me on the coffee table. "Can you at least turn on the T.V.? Just go to Fox News. Please?"
"Demyx Myde Nocturne, turn your T.V. to Fox now, or so help me, I'll burn your fucking house down dammit!" Okay...umm...he never uses my full name...I pressed the power button on the remote-I already had my hand on it from when I flopped onto the couch-The news showing up on the previously blank, black screen.
It was the usual stuff. Something about an oil spill. Something about a pie bakery place. Something about a person standing on the top of Larxene's Nev- "HOLY FUCK!" I didn't even bother to lock my door or grab a pair of shoes on my out the damn door.