Ok so this is basically what happened to me, except in real life there was no yaoi (or yuri!) and i can't drive. but everything else is true, or exaggerated truth, so i'm not really sure how it'll end up. I hope it's happy cuz i really want my Lexy:( *sigh*

I peered at him from behind my sunglasses. I never would have guessed that I would, could, fall this hard for my best friend, Lexeaus. He glanced over and saw me staring at him.

"What do I, like, have something on my face?"

"Nah, your face is fine." More then fine, it was really a beautiful piece of artwork that could put some of DaVinci's works to shame.

"It's getting hot, wanna jump in? You too, Demyx."

"Sure…I just don't want to get my hair wet. I worked hard to get it just like this."

"What, in you face and covering your eyes?" he pushed back my hair, and his hand left a warm circle where he touched me. "Hey! There's Zexy!" I realized these were my favorite moments: us flirting like there wasn't a care in the world. Poor Demyx having to listen to us go on like this all day.

As I came to the edge of the pool I felt to hand encircling around my waist.

"Hey there Lexy… watcha doing?"

"Going for a swim."

"You wouldn't dare-" my words were cut off, for at the moment I was plunging into a 7 ft deep, crystal blue pool. I gave my head a shake and swam over to wear Lexy was treading water.

"You. Will. So. Pay. For. Messing. Up. MY FREAKING HAIR!" With these angry words shouted for the whole f*cking world to hear, I pushed him under water and held him there for a few seconds. He came up gasping for air and looking for revenge. I swam towards the shallower water where I could touch and not be dunked. (Ok, fine, I had to swim like crazy to the other end of the pool but I'm short! It's not like I can help it!) Demyx was standing there, laughing at Lexy, who seemed to be debating whether to stay where he was or follow. He stayed where he was giving me and the D-man time to talk.

"So, Zex, when are you going to ask Lexy out on a romantic date?" HE gave me a little shove and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I don't know if he even likes me for G-d's sake. And then the whole thing about how he thinks after your first few kisses the others don't matter? I'm just not sure. Hey…do you think you can ask him for me? I'll love you for ever!" I gave him puppy dog eyes and pleading smile hoping to convince him. He willingly obliged. As he headed over to interrogate Lexy, I trotted of to the men's room. As I tried my hands I smiled, thinking soon I would have a boyfriend. I was dead wrong.

Demyx came out with a sad look upon his face. He sat down and gave me a big hug, the kind that only Demyx can give without being a complete creeper.

"He said he doesn't want a boyfriend because he doesn't want to be committed to someone or change the dynamics of the way things are right now."

"Committed? So he just wants to be able to snog any guy he wants at a party? And the f*cking dynamics are already changed!"

"Calm down Zexy! Look here he comes now. Maybe you can talk to him?"

"Sorry, Dem, but I gotta get outta here. I'll see you latter."

I bolted past Lexy and to my car. I jammed the keys into my car to unlock it. My car was a two-door sports car, dark blue, with a small dent in the back from when Luxord got drunk one night and smashed into it. I turned the keys into the ignition only to discover the d*amn car wouldn't start. Well this was just f*ucking great! I get my heart broken and now my piece-of-sh*t car won't start. Anything else you'd like to through at me, Fate? I rested my head against the steering wheel and felt my eyes well up. Awesome. Now he would come out and find me crying like the big baby I am. I tried the car one more time, and like magic it roared into life. Through cloudy, wet eyes I drove down the road and back to my apartment. I arrived and noticed the weather was beautiful, cloudless, and warm. The complete f*cking opposite of my mood. I climbed the steps to my 6th story apartment (great view) and ambled into my kitchen to find some source of chocolate. I found some raisins covered in the stuff, took the whole freaking container of them to my room, where I curled up on my bed and cranked up my music. I dimly acknowledged it as Linkin Park. I hoped the screaming would drain out my thoughts, but in my head my thoughts bounced like rubber balls down a wooden hallway.

What does he mean he doesn't want to be committed? It's not like he's opposed to boyfriends-he's had plenty of them. I mean, I'd understand a little more if he was suddenly straight but that's defiantly not true. And I think the d*amn "dynamics" have already changed. It's not like he's going to start suddenly flirting with me again. Why won't he go out with me? If any other boy asked im he'd say yes…

I'd tell all my friends no boy was worth their tears, but here I was crying over my lost love.