This was the second oneshot I did while half-watching a Stephen King marathon and babysitting my little brother. It's only, like, my second Zemyx. So be nice?
Allergy Information: Boys that like boys. The writing itself is a bit awkward. And it's pointless.
I watched Demyx talk more often than I listened. He was remarkably animated, gesturing wildly and making faces throughout his stories.
"Zexy? Hellooo, Earth to Zexy."
"Sorry.""Were you even listening?" he asked me with a pout.
"Um… not exactly," I replied somewhat sheepishly. "What did you say?"
"I asked you if you-- uh, if you'd help me with the Physics homework tonight."
I wordlessly raised an eyebrow. That obviously wasn't what he had asked.
"W-well, okay, m-maybe not."
"Demyx, what is it?" He looked ready to start crying.
"I-I sort of-- um, that is, I might have… confessedthatIlikeyou…?" The last bit was hardly understandable.
"Demyx, I couldn't understand that. Slower."
"Zexy," he whined.
"Tell me."
"I… I said that I like you-- as in, more than a friend." Disbelieving, I stared at him. "Just forget it," he mumbled, looking away.
"I don't want to forget it," I murmured back. I tilted his head back towards mine, leaning in closer. "I like you, too."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Our first shared kiss, initiated by a certain nervous musician, was clumsy and awkward, but I wouldn't give it up for the world.