A/N I'M ALIIIIVE!! XDDDD So here's the first chapter of the sequel, decided to go along with it. I'm glad to know none of you gave up on me. :sniffles: XDDD THE SHOW MUST GO ON AFTER ALL!!

Memory Lane

Rating: T

Genre: Humor, Romance

Pairings: (secret XD)

Chapter One

A young male approached the counter warily. He looked up at the menu contemplatingly. So much to choose from. Did he really need caffiene this time of day? He's already hyper, he figures, but what the heck. Order a Latte or something. He glances over at the price. Oh NO WAY. $7? For ONE cup? Can't be. He peers, squinting. No. Yep, that's the price for ONE whole cup. A small too. Forget the latte. Maybe something more….chocolately. Yeah. A nice cup of hot chocolate. So sweet and mouth watering and-

$6?

The male looked into his wallet. He currently had $1.25. He sighed sadly. No cocoa for him.

" 'Scuse me sir, but…are you gonna order something?"

The male looked up, surprised someone was speaking to him. It was the guy at the register. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a green apron with the adorning Starbucks label slapped on. A poof of blondish mullet like hair sprouted from the guy's head, a few bangs handing over his viser.

" Huh? Oh…..yeah. Uhm…….do you have anything under $1 here?" He asked, nervously.

The other male burst out laughing, holding his sides. When his laughter died down into a set of giggles he said, " Are you kidding me? This is STARBUCKS. Nothing's under a dollar here." He smiled, laughing slightly again.

Now that he had thought about it, this man behind the register had a familiar aura about him. He shook his head. Nah. Couldn't be. He looked up at the man, " I'm sorry. I can't afford anything." He started walking away.

" Hey! Wait a tick!" The male looked over, seeing the man behind the register lean out from the counter. " C'mere for a minute!" He shouted out.

The young male hesitated, but found himself walking back to the counter.

" It's okay. I just wanted to get a better look at ya. You look familiar." The man behind the register regarded him closely for a moment. " You know, I might be able to place your face if you took off your sunglasses."

The young male reached for his sunglasses hesitantly, taking them off slowly.

" Hmm………" The male leaned closer. He tilted his head to the side, as if seeing the other's face at a different angle might help any.

As the male was leaning over, the younger male noticed his name tag. He leaned close, peering back at the male with such a determined intensity to match and said, " Hi Demyx."

The man behind the counter jerked back, eyes wide.

" Whoa. How….did you know my name?"

The young male pointed to the man's nametag.

" Huh? Oh." He smiled. " Thought you were some kind of mind reader with freaky powers."

" I knew you anyway. I mean, I could have guessed without the nametag. You probably don't remember me."

"I'll bet I do. What's your name? Where do you know me from?" Demyx asked, smiling brightly.

" Roxas. From TT High."

That's all he got out, for once the male said his name Demyx glomped him from the counter, other customers looking at them warily.

" Roxas??! Aw, Lil' buddy!!! I've missed you so muuuuch!!"He squeezed him hard. Roxas was sure he heard something in his spinal cord snap.

" Can't……..b-breeeeeaaath…." He felt his face turn blue.

Then somewhere between the land of living and the land of deprived oxygen he thought, ' How can you FEEL your face turn blue? You can't FEEL your face turning colors. That's just nonsense. Wheeeeee……'

Demyx finally ended the squeeze the life out of Roxas game, which would kind of sound fun as a party game, and stepped back.

" Whoa. Shrimp, you got TALL! How old are ya now?"

Roxas shook his head to keep from getting dizzy, ignoring Demyx's comment about him being short.

" I'm 18. You're….what…..21?"

"TURNING 21, next month, thank you very much." Demyx corrected.

" That's….neat. Starbucks huh? What happened to your musician career?" Roxas asked him running a hand through his hair.

Demyx smiled sheepishly. " Dunno really. Couldn't find my spot in showbiz back there. Thought I'd move and get a new start."

" Why Hollow Bastion then?" Roxas asked.

Demyx smiled, winking. " I should be asking you that." He gave a half salute, sliding over the counter again, grabbing a towel and wiping the counter clean. " I'd better get back to work then. Thirsty patrons y'know."

" Uh….Demyx, wait. Have….." Roxas swallowed, looking away for a moment, embarrassed about what he was about to ask. " Have you heard from…..him?"

Demyx smiled, tipping his vizor at him. " No. But maybe you will, sir. Have a nice day." He turned back around, scurrying off to get a customer his drink.

Roxas was stunned for a moment, before turning back around.

"Huh…Y'know…..it's possible." He said lightly to himself.

" Then again isn't everything?" A new voice piped up.

"Huh?"

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A/N Soooo……second chapter will be coming soon. XDDD