AN: -sigh- I have a huge test tomorrow. I failed it the first time with a 55 so I'm retaking it. I really should be studying because I have a science test on top of that. I'm screwed! I just needed to get this story out; I came up with it when I was in the mall parking lot about to go into the mall…strangely. I don't know. A lot of times, my mind just drifts off to other things. Enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Chapter One: Text to Find Out Who
ZEXION POV
Zexion was at a party. He, of course, did not enjoy it. Why was he even there? Oh, yes. That's right. Axel had forced him to come. Apparently, Axel needed a "wingman" but then just decided to leave Zexion there sitting on the couch with his arms crossed across his chest and his legged crossed in a feminine position and an expression on his face showing just how much angst filled him. He'd get Axel back for it later. Why was he even friends with the idiot? The kid was always looking for little boys to take home. He suffered from pedophilia! He always promised himself he would find his best friend someone to help him; he considered Axel "sick in the mind." No one could get as close to Axel as Zexion was and deny that he was a little messed up. Zexion sighed. He wanted to kill something.
As he examined everyone's expressions, he could tell what they all were thinking. He accredited himself with being able to read people. And that was just what he was doing, seeing as he had nothing else to do at this damned party. Almost every passing partygoer would look at Zexion with an eyebrow raised and a bit of condescending pity.
They all thought he was some emo freak. Well, that wasn't true. Sometimes, it angered him to think of how people assumed that just because he was quiet, wore skinny jeans, applied a little eyeliner, had unusual-colored hair covering one eye, and read books, he was automatically emo. That's just how he liked to look; he was not emo. Well, that actually depended on your personal definition of "emo," but it did not fit Zexion's personal definition of the word. For him, "emo" meant you cut yourself, wore black all the time, hated the world, and ranted about how "nobody understands." Zexion fit some of those qualities, but not all, therefore making him not emo, according to his own definition of it.
Zexion was quiet, but he wasn't shy. He just didn't feel the need to talk much, so he didn't, unless a teacher called on him. Though the slate-haired teen wasn't talkative, he could be when angry and ranting. He wasn't afraid in the least to express exactly how he felt to everyone out there.
There was one plus-side to having people think he was emo. They left him alone. They left him to read his precious books, the most valuable thing in his life. Sad, some may say, that the teen's most valued thing in life was a book. He, however, didn't care what others thought of him.
Wait, Zexion thought as his thoughts drifted back to his surroundings. Why don't I just leave this place? It's worse than being in the seventh inner circle of hell. Ah, that's right. Axel had driven him here as he forced him to come. He didn't have Axel's keys and couldn't hotwire a car to save his life, meaning he was stuck in this hell hole. He noticed a blond was sitting about a foot away from him on the couch, but ignored it because it wasn't of his concern. The blond, he noticed, had unusual hair. It was in a mull hawk: a square-ish faux hawk with some hair coming down on the back like a mullet. The blonde's appearance was quiet interesting, with casual jeans and a band shirt. The slate-haired teen was just about to stand up and walk away when the blonde spoke to him.
"Not having fun?" he asked, his eyebrow slightly raised.
To be polite and show some civility, Zexion decided to answer. "Not really," he said curtly.
"Yeah, me neither. I was kind of forced to come here by my friend, Marluxia."
"Oh. An idiot named Axel kidnapped me and brought me here. Then he left me on the couch like this to go find some little boy to rape." Why am I talking so much to this kid? I don't even know him.
"I'm just going to assume that you don't really mean it when you say 'kidnapped' and 'rape.'" Demyx replied with a small smile. "You're kinda funny. Hey, my name's Demyx."
"Zexion."
The blonde named Demyx's eyes suddenly went wide. "Holy shit, is that the new uber-awesome Droid?" (AN: I don't really think it's that awesome, kay? -__-; But Demyx is pretty much a spazz, and I don't know. The Droid's the only new phone I can think of, lol.)
"Indeed, it is."
"Can I see it?!" Demyx began to wriggle with anticipation. What a spazz, Zexion thought.
"Uh, sure," he said, handing it over to the teen next to him.
"Oh my god, oh my god. It's so awesome!"
"Yeah, it's okay."
Demyx then gave Zexion his phone back, and they began to make small talk until Axel came back without a little boy to violate. How unlike Axel, Zexion thought. The redhead appeared a bit disgruntled. He, however, let it slip without questioning. Now that Axel was back, he had to leave. He and Demyx exchanged goodbyes, and then he left.
oOo
The next day, Zexion boredly sat in school, wondering why he had to learn this crap all over again. He'd already learned it outside of school. Having nothing better to do, the teen thought back to last night at the party. He then looked through his phone to see if the cute blonde he met yesterday (The slate-haired teen cursed himself inside for thinking of him as cute. And what was his name? Danny? Dennis? Oh, yeah! Demyx!) had made any changes amidst his random clicking of buttons and spazziness. He, of course, would not get into any trouble for using his phone in class. All the teachers loved the boy, in a non-pedophiliac way. They adored him for being able to solve any problem at will, even if it was impossible for his fellow classmates. The kid was a genius! Even if he was caught using his phone, he need not worry. The teachers would just shrug it off as if they didn't notice.
As he was looking through his phone, he noticed something that hadn't been there before. In his list of contacts, someone, in place of a name, had put "Text to find out. (;" He immediately assumed it was Demyx, and he was a bit excited, but then he mentally slapped himself for the thought. It could have been anyone! After all, Zexion didn't give his phone a once-over very often. In fact, this was the first time since he'd gotten it. So that could have happened at any time. It could have even happened before he'd gotten his new Droid. He had taken his old phone to the Verizon store and had asked them to transfer all of his old contacts, pictures, and music into the new phone. After thinking it over for a bit, Zexion came to one conclusion: He'd have to text to find out.
AN: Hit or miss? Please review to let me know! (: You might not think this was that short, but I've decided to keep my chapters kind of short, because I get a little frustrated myself when people make their chapters mad long and it takes me forever to read them. So, here you go. Second chapter will be up in no time! I would usually make my chapters around 4,000 words, but this one is just 1,325.
