Author's note: I REALLY wanted to write this one bad. Know why? Because I am in this same situation, and I said "hell, this would prolly be a great fanfic if I wrote it out" and so... You get this. Hope the Title pulled you to reading it…. Perverts!!!

(Beta's note – 1,822 words and good quality, I only had to edit a couple of typos, sorry if I missed any!)

Demyx was very desperate.

So desperate in fact, he was willing to ask his female friend for help on the matter.

Demyx, 15. The boy had dated not too many times in his life and for good reasons. His past on the matter has actually been what one would call traumatizing. However recently he was forced to see all kinds of romance around him due to the many couples in the area. Loneliness began to kick him in the side of his brain every so often. While he voiced that he was sick of seeing so many people together, it kinda made him wonder how it would feel to have a long lasting relationship. Unlike the several drabbles of the so-called-"lovers" that hit him.

So this time, he decided that he would try something new. Something that was forbidden by this humane society, that can look as an assassin as a hero, and do it with an outlawed smile. Something that when people looked at him for the first time, thought he was already been and done acts of that. nature.

"I still don't see why you want to do this Demyx... I mean there are plenty of girls that you could easily do this with…" Namine looked at her silver haired friend with a soft smile from the other side of the living room. Neither one of them were really looking at the bright screen showcasing the latest episode of Bleach.

"I know that."

Namine sighed. It seemed like he didn't want to change his mind. But this had been really random to her, her best friend for 4 years suddenly going Bi (even though she had expected it at some time) and-

"Look! It's not I want to use you, it's simply that I refuse to do try to do it to some random person, heck I don't even know what I am going to say to this one." Demyx was finding a myriad amount of objects to look at in Namine's house that he had already seen countless of times. It was a way to avoid looking her dead in the face, or he just might consider re-thinking this plan.

"You mean going out and acting like what you want to get?" Demyx sneered at the apparently disgusting comment.

"People already think things! However I will NEVER in my content lifespan commit myself to portraying to the public that horrible image of which needs to be beaten with an iron stick." It was Namine's turn to turn away. She could only imagine what would happen if Demyx actually carried out one of these "threats". But had he forgotten that he went about one day carrying a giant stuffed bear, saying it "was for Namine." However she still had not received the said gift. Namine turned around, trying to get him to look at her square in the eye.

"Just one last question." She sat formally with her legs crossed on her leather white couch, still burning holes in the blond haired boy's turned head. At last he decided to look her dead in the eye, for this would be the final question before he left, he knew that for sure.

"I want to really know why you want to do it this way." Demyx had to force his nerves out of his body to answer the question. However, even though the bright and bubbly blond had set himself to look her dead in the eye, he broke eye contact quite swiftly willingly.

"I just… Want to do it… please tell me it doesn't sound as weird as I think it does now?" Namine stood up and walked over to her coffee table, picking up her amazingly heart-looking phone. As she dialed a number out of memory she looked behind her to see Demyx blankly staring at the T.V. Soi Fong was energetically fighting her teacher the best that she could. (A/N: Reference to the Bleach series, sorry if this is a spoiler for anyone.) Namine looked over at the screen as well, talking to Demyx from the side of her eye.

"I'll call you later and tell you about it." Before the other person on her cellphone could answer, Demyx was already half a block out the door.

"Fer sure maybe, fer sure not"

"ugh…"

"Fer sure eh, fer sure bomb"

"That foolish girl..." A pale hand reached out to grab the phone from where it had been set. Zexion lifted his body off his bed an inch so that he could flip it open and answer it, slowly sinking back to his previous position.

The only reason even had that retarded ring tone is because she made him use his own money to buy it, then set it to her phone's number so he knew that it was her calling when it rang .

He should accidently 'forget' that it was her birthday gift and erase the tune from his phone… although it did have an addictive beat to it…

"What do you want Namine. I have no time for this right now, I was sleeping." Zexion flipped over onto his back and glared at the ceiling, having no target to glareupon to relax himself.

"Oh hey Zexion… uh… I was going to ask if you were still gay."

Zexion's eye instantly rose with an interested twitch. He stopped staring at the ceiling, and looked at his phone to make sure he was talking to the right person. It was possible that someone was using her phone to get information out of him. Being pessimistic meant that Zexion was always prepared, regardless of what could happen. He would look at it from the worst possible situation, and see from there what he would do.

"Who the hell is this? I have absolutely no time for someone who has hijacked a phone to ask me such a damned retarded question." He could tell that the girl on the line had jumped. In a way he was curious. What if this really was Namine asking him this…

"It's me Namine, you know… 5th grade up to now. . .that's when you made out with what's-his-face that looks like something out a Spanish Soap-"

"What did I tell you about bringing that up?" There was no mistaking it. This was Namine, only she had seen him kiss that oaf in the closet. He was lucky that she had warned him of a wave of people coming down their way before they were caught red-handed. But now his eye shifted back to its curious state. "What about me being gay now?"

"My friend wants to meet you."

…

"What the hell… is this one of my stalkers? Last time a fucking idiot gave me someone who 'wanted to meet me' I was faced with a boy who had been stalking me since I was 7."

"Ooh who was that!?"

"Lexeaus."

"…"

"And now the fool thinks that he-."

"-Anyhoo! Um… he knows absolutely nothing about you… he asked me, I mean really out the blue, if I knew a gay dude. I said yes, (not mentioning your name), and he was like 'uh… I want to meet him'." Namine wasn't going to give any more details of that conversation.

Zexion blinked three times in bewilderment. This was very strange, but since it was a Saturday, he had free time to spare, since his closest friends were off on a science trip together, the bastards. However he had to make sure.

"Is this guy hot in any way?"

"I'll send you pics via phone"

"Don't you fucking DARE send him pictures of me, after all he's the one asking for me."

"I get it, oh my Zexion. I'll call him right away and tell him to be at your house around?..."

"Uh…-" Zexion looked across his room and onto the alarm clock. It showcased an amazing 12:00 Pm reading. "- 1:00 is fine. If he comes any later, then I will not be here waiting on his sorry ass."

"Okay, I'm going to go, send you pictures, and call him. See ya later in life! Thank you!"

Zexion pulled himself back under the covers. He really didn't want to get up… with his eyes closing once again, he blew off a puff of air in dismay. She was using him. So now she owes him one.

That owe would be remembered. Especially if this guy was creepy or something…

"Congrats, you've got mail! This one's a picture!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at the said photo. He blinked a couple of times before sitting completely up, looking at the picture with both eyes, pulling the strands of hair out of his face to see the guy completely.

He had never seen a smile so damned big.

The boy was a bit mature perhaps, but it looked as if he was posing for a Kodak moment for all of his life's worth. Even though it was just his face, it was still utterly beautiful. If this was just his head, Zexion could only wonder abou-

"Congrats, you've got mail! This one's a picture!"

He quickly exited out of the picture being viewed and then rushed through several phone menus to get to the next one. He was slowly rising from his bed to get dressed after seeing this one.

The boy was sitting on one of those fountains, where water was spraying out of the fish's mouth, and he was tangled around the statue to make him look as if he would die if separated from it. Apparently the picture had been taken at an amusement park and he was only in his swimming trunks.

Zexion inwardly cursed. The boy was not wearing Speedos like he should have.

Forcing himself to throw the phone down, Zexion began a rampage through his clothes to find something to wear for his… date? No, the boy probably wanted to ask if it was okay to like a guy or something. Not that Zexion cared about it or anything, but that would mean that he had competition.

Zexion was finding himself a matching top when the message came yet again.

"Congrats, you've got mail! This one's a picture!"

This time he didn't even bother trying to hide the fact he had dived for the thrown phone. He picked it up and began to push the necessary buttons to see the new picture.

In this one, he was blushing profusely, looking stammered over something that he and the camerawoman must have had been talking about, and it looked as though he was trying not to be seen by the camera. It had backfired, and Namine had captured of him looking dead in to the camera, his hands at the sides of his face to block any attempts of capturing his present state of helplessness.

Zexion himself was frozen.

He was going to find a way to print that picture out. Regardless of what he would have to do to do so.

He cut the phone off so that he would not get anything else that would distract himself from getting ready.

If someone that knew him had been looking at him before and after this most recent conversation with Namine, they would have thought that he had gone through an epiphany.

This would prove to be very interesting.

End author's note: Errm this is a three-shot, if people like this story… if not it's discontinued. Remember this is actually what's happening to me, and its pretty funny that I made it into a fanfic… :)

Please review, it makes me feel warm inside. Fifteen reviews and I make it a story, not a three-shot.