Summary: Everyday the surfer would ride the waves, and everyday the artist would watch him, and draw him. Two years of this cycle and the surfer never noticed the artist. He was completely oblivious to the young teen. Even though the artist knew EVERYTHING about him. Or at least that's what the artist thought.
Zemyx.
YAOI! Possible smut later on, a little stalkerish. DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!
I was listening to Hum Along by Ludo (which is a great song BTW) while watching Stoked, and this story automatically popped in my head.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, there would be ALOT of yaoi action goin on
NO FLAMES PLEASE! if you don't like it, keep it to yourself. I DO NOT NEEDYOUR CRITISISM! It'll ruin my self esteem, which is already low enough
Chapter I:
Zexion looked at his finished drawing. This was the fourth time he had drawn the surfer this year. It kinda scared him, thinking that he was turning into a stalker of the older teen.
But this teen was beautiful.
And Zexion hated it.
He hated stalking the nineteen year old, drawing him each time he went out to the beach.
He hated staring at him like a lovestruck teenage girl when they were in class.
He hated the dreams he had about the surfer.
He hated all of this, because he knew he didn't have a chance with him.
Because the surfer was popular. And Zexion was just a nobody.
Zexion sighed and closed his sketchbook as the teal eyed blonde got out of the water.
As the surfer met up with his red haired friend, Zexion put his hood up and walked up on the hill down to an ally way that led to his house, completely oblivious that the surfer was staring at him while he was leaving.
Zexion walked inside his empty house, went into his room, and collapsed on his bed.
He stared at his recently drawn picture and sunk his dark purple nails deep into his palms.
He knew everything about this surfer.
He knew that he was nineteen, and he was in senior year because he failed second and sixth grade.
He knew his name was Demyx, he was photogenic, tall, and that his favorite thing to do was surf.
He knew everything.
Or so he thought.
And Demyx didn't even know that he exists.
Or, once again, so he thought.
Zexion closed his sketchbook and threw it across the room.
Why did he do this?
He didn't want to draw the beautiful surfer but something inside of him made him want to.
Get a hold of yourself. He heard one voice in his mind say. He could never like you. You're completely invisible to this world.
I know but, what if he does notice me? Another voice in his mind asked.
Tch. Never. He's probably not even gay. Even if he was, he'd fine a guy ten times better than you
How do you know that? I could be with him.
Well it wouldn't have a happy ending. Do you even think about his personality? He's the complete opposite of you.
The optimistic side didn't reply. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he went to gather his clothes for a shower. That will hopefully get things out from his mind.
When he was done, he went back onto his bed and started listening to his iPod.
He started to fall asleep as one song played, that reminded him alot of what he was going through.
It isn't right
for me to paint your picture every night
but I do (I can't fight sleep)
And it feels so wrong (I breathe too deep)
To sing this song (Into the sky)
But maybe (As I walk and sing)
Somehow
You'll hear me (You'll hear a song)
and hum along
you'll hum along
~End of chapter I
(A/N:) So, that's the first chappy. I know it was short but the next one is gonna be longer. I do not own the song at the end either. That would be Hum Along by Ludo; which is, like I said, my inspiration for this story.