Ironic

It all started one dark and rainy day. I was 16 years old when I had run away from my distorted family. One drunk father. One drugged up mother. And one trouble maker brother. Not much of a family but it was the only place I could call home. A place very vague in my memory now. Anyway, it started when my father came home drunk one night from a bar. He started hitting my mother then went after my brother. But before he could catch me, I had already slipped out the door, heading for a place I could hopefully call home.

It was 3 days after my escape that I had arrived in a small city called Dreamer City. Seemed good enough for me. So I walked along the dirtied sidewalks, dodging gum and cigarette butts noticing that this place wasn't meant for dreams at all. I looked around, studying the tall brick buildings and observing that this place looked more like the ghetto. But I decided to let my heart lead the way as I walked deeper into the city. I had no idea what I was in for… robbers, rapers, druggies, drunks. Kind of reminded me of home. Until I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A couple of nice looking teenagers playing kick ball in the street. Seemed to be about my age, except one looked a bit young. Then one of them turned around as he probably felt my gaze towards them. I quickly turned away hoping he would as well. But he didn't.

"Hey!" The blonde boy called. "Do you need help? You look lost."

I didn't say anything. I tried but no words could escape my dry throat. I just ignored him as I stood there hoping he would leave me alone. But he didn't.

He walked over to me. "Hey man are you ok? You don't look so good."

How could I look good? I was soaked to the bone and covered in dirt. I hoped he'd think I was weird and just walk away… but he didn't.

He put his warm, soft hands around my shoulders, welcoming me to stay with him. A strange sensation I couldn't explain embraced my body. But before it could go any further I wriggled out of his grasp and fled. I didn't know what I was doing. I was running from a safe place, a warm place, a friendly place. One that I could maybe even call home. I was too frightened, too shy, too scared, and not good enough for anybody to welcome me to their home. I soon found a dark alley where I decided to hide. I soon heard those dreadful footsteps of his as he crept into my alley. He saw my face and I saw his. His shimmering blue eyes warm with friendliness connected to mine, icy, cold, and blue. A tear dripped out of my eye unintentionally as I sat, curled into a shameful ball. He came closer as I began to shiver with fear. I felt like a scared rabbit in a medow. I felt his warm hand press against my my side as he began to rub his hand along me. His warm voice flowed through me like a beautiful song as he began to speak.

"You're ok. Please come stay with me. You look so lost and lonely."

I finally gave in and gave my head a short nod. He pulled me to my feet and we began to walk.

"By the way, my name's Demyx." He said softly.

I tried so hard to say my name but all that came out was a broken whisper. "M-My name's Zexion"

"Nice to meet you, Zexion."

We soon came too a broken down apartment building where all the others were playing kick ball. They interrupted their game as soon as we arrived.

"Hey, who's the hobo?" Asked the younge red head.

"He's not a hobo! He's a regular guy who needs a place to stay." Said Demyx.

"Well he's not staying in my room!" Said the red head.

"Oh, shut up Axel! He probably wouldn't want to stay in a crappy room like yours anyway!" Shouted Demyx

The red head (apparently named Axel) gave Demyx the evil eye as he showed his defeat.

"So what's his name?" Asked a younger blonde.

"Where did he come from?" shouted another.

"How old is he?" Called out another.

"Is he gonna bite me?" That's a weird question.

"does he ha-"

"OK EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Shouted Demyx. "Just calm down! You act like you've never seen a human before."

Meanwhile I probably look very terrified.

"His name's Zexion. And I don't know anything else about him." Said Demyx.

Pretty soon I was surrounded by a bunch of people asking me weird questions. I was so overwhelmed! I just wanted to sleep. Then I felt Demyx tugging at my t-shirt, trying to get me away from the mob of strangers. I was soon pulled inside the run down apartment building. And when I looked up I froze. It was the most awesome place I have ever seen! It was so modern and neat.

"So, what do you think?" asked Demyx.

"It's amazing." I replied.

My hand was soon taken and pulled onto an elevator. When the elevator stopped on the third floor Demyx grabbed me… again… and we headed down a long hallway until we stopped at room number 309. Demyx opened the door and we both stepped in. I took a look around and observed everything. It wasn't as great as I thought it would be. It was pretty much made of neutral colors white, grey, and black. But I guess it was pretty cool… better then my house anyway. It was really neat and tidy… not what I'd expect from such a jumpy teenager. It was pretty much just plain.

"It's not that great… I've been trying to throw some color into it but I'm kind of afraid of color." Said Demyx.

"Afraid of color?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know, when you're afraid nothing will match… or you'll put paint on the wall and then absolutely hate it."

I never understood being afraid of color. I would always throw color everywhere, not afraid to take a chance. My old room was made up of so many colors… many you may not even know existed.

"So do you mind staying here? The building is kind of booked." Said Demyx.

"No, I guess I don't mind. But only for a couple of nights… I don't want to be a burden." I said… surprised since that was the most I've said in months.

"No, no you stay as long as you want to. It gets kind of lonely without a room mate anyway."

I nodded my head in approval.

"So, you wanna see my bed room?" asked Demyx.

"Sure." I said.

"OK!" Said Demyx… very excited.

He then grabbed my hand… AGAIN… and pulled me into an awesome room. The walls were splattered with dark blue paint. And everything was just so art deco and modern. This was a big change from the rest of his apartment. It was all different shades of blue… what you would call a monochromatic color scheme. It was beautiful.

"Yeah, I like blue." He said

"I can tell. This is a really awesome room Demyx." I said with a smile.

"Thanks! You see when you use only one color you don't have to worry it won't match. But it may look weird in a kitchen or a living room you know?" Said Demyx.

"mhm" I mumbled.

Then after I observed the rest of his room I looked back at him noticing he was staring at me. I stared back. I looked into those big blue eyes of his and felt a smile creep upon my face. Then I snapped out of it. What was I doing? Ok, this was getting a bit freaky.

"What?!" I snapped. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Sorry Zexy… you just um… have really cool…. Uh… eyes! Yeah you have really cool eyes." Stuttered Demyx.

"Ok… and my name isn't Zexy it's Zexion." I said.

"Sorry" Blushed Demyx.

I noticed this was getting awkward. And before I knew it Demyx was dragging me down some stairs. Soon we were in the amazing lobby of the apartment building. Lots of people were standing around chatting… but the chatter soon stopped once we entered the room. I thought they were all going to gang up on me again. But actually they started introducing themselves in a more organized fasion. I met a lot of people… I estimated about 12. I found out most of them were 17 years old or above… except one young boy, Roxas, he was 15. I also found they were in similar situations as I. Most of their families were awful… they were either kicked out or ran away… and they all ended up here the same way I did. It almost seemed as if we were all here for a reason. Or maybe a coincidence. But, hey, what do I know?

After about 5 hours of sitting around in the lobby I noticed some strange things. Most of the guys were gay. Well atleast they were acting it. Holding hands, kissing, and who knows what else. It was getting creepy. Not that I'm homophobic or anything… I've just never seen people act in this manner. Then I guess Demyx saw my frightened look and explained to me that most of them were infact queer. I kind of figured this out about an hour ago but… ok.

"I hope it doesn't freak you out." Said Demyx.

"Eh… It'll take some getting used to." I replied.

"Yeah, same here. When I first came in and saw what they were doing I was like um ewww!" Said Demyx.

I laughed. Weird for 2 reasons: It wasn't that funny and I don't usually laugh.

"But then after about a week I got used to it." He said.

I nodded in relief. Then Demyx yawned and checked out his watch.

"Holly union rings! It's 2:00 AM!" Shouted Demyx. "I usually never stay up this late… wanna go to bed Zexy?"

"Sure… but my name isn't Zexy!" I shouted.

So, we went up to his apartment. He said I could either sleep on the couch or in his bed… with him. I chose the couch. But then he got all pouty and asked what was wrong with sleeping with him… In my mind that sounded so wrong. But I felt really bad. So I finally gave in.

"Fine I'll sleep with you!" I said annoyed. But also realizing I just agreed to sleep with a man… you know what I mean.

"YIPPI! This'll be so fun! Just like a sleepover!" Shouted Demyx.

I rolled my eyes. Then Demyx took off his clothes until the only thing on him were his boxers. I was getting a little nervous. I didn't really want to sleep with a half naked guy. I guess I had no choice. So, I took off most of my clothes… but not my jeans.

"Isn't sleeping with your jeans on a little uncomfortable?" Demyx asked as he hopped into bed.

"No I do it all the time." I lied.

"You should try it with just boxers… it feels pretty good." Demyx said.

So, I gave in again and hesitantly took my pants off. This was so weird. Then I crawled into to bed and slid under the covers.

"See isn't more comfy?" Asked the annoying blonde.

"Sure" I replied tiredly.

Then Demyx turned out the light and said nighty night. I felt so nervous for some odd reason. My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating, my throat was dry, and I couldn't sleep. Then I felt a warm hand touch my back. It started creeping towards my stomach and soon I realized Demyx was hugging me. I quickly reacted and sat up as did Demyx. His face started moving towards mine until I could feel his warm breath on my face. It smelled like fruit. He put his hands on my head and started running his fingers through my hair. I felt like I was going to faint. Then he pressed his soft lips against mine. I didn't move. I was in shock. Demyx was kissing me. I didn't know what to! It was going way too fast. I didn't want to do this. But I found myself kissing him back. He brushed his tounge along my lips… I hesitated but I opened my mouth and let him explore. I started to touch his body… so soft and smooth. He then pinned me on the bed and strattled me. I was scared out of my mind now… I didn't want to lose my virginity. Espescially not to a guy! It felt too good to tell him no. But I had to! I couldn't do this! I'm not gay!!!! I then pushed him off me and he fell to the floor. I started to cry. I didn't know why. He looked at me with confusion and seemed broken hearted. Then I started sobbing like a baby. I still didn't know why. I rested my head in my hands as I realized my life would never be the same.