Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or the song, 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' from Disney's Hercules.
I Won't Say I'm In Love
Anarixa was alone in her room, sprawled out on her bed, red eyes staring up at the ceiling.
She was totally depressed. Let's face it, rejection does that to people, well, Nobodies in her case, and who wouldn't be depressed after getting rejected by the organization's famous pyro.
She was also confused, nonetheless, because when venting to Marluxia about this he had told her he had liked her. She was wondering what to do when a knock resounded throughout the room from her door. She sat up, smoothing out her bright blue hair as she called, "Come in!"
Demyx bounced into the room, "So… Tell me what happened!" he basically exploded with excitement, the usual Demyx. She relayed the story to him. After a few minutes, he broke the awkward silence with a, "Hm… I think you like him!"
She looked at him like he was obviously clinically insane. She then raised an eyebrow and started to sing. "If there's a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history, been there, done that!"
He smiled and summoned his sitar for an accompaniment. His teal eyes sparkled as he retorted, "Who'd ya think you're kidding, he's the earth and heaven to you. Girl, you can't conceal it, I know how ya feel and who you're thinking of!"
Her expression then hardened, she wasn't debating with just him, but herself as well. "No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no." He kept with the tempo and sang back, "You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, uh oh?"
"It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love." She sighed and thought about it; Nobodies can't feel, so it couldn't be love, could it? She continued on, "I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming, 'Get a grip, girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"
Demyx looked at her, slightly chastising, "You keep on denying, who you are and how you're feeling. Baby, I'm not buying, hon, I saw you hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown up when you gotta own up that you got-got-got it bad."
"No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no.""Give up, give in, check the grin, you're in love." She realized then that, indeed, she was smiling. She wiped the look off her face as she sang, "This scene won't play, and I won't say I'm in love."
"You're doing flips, read my lips, you're in love!" She groaned, still in denial, "You're way off base, I won't say it. Get off my case, I won't say it." He chuckled at her stubbornness, "Girl, don't be proud, it's ok." He said the next part for emphasis, "You're in love…"
She sighed again, finally grasping the concept and sang again, "At least, out loud, I won't say I'm in love…"