For some reason or another, Demyx was actually paying attention in class today. Okay, in one class, music class. It may or may not have been because they were talking about David Bowie. But the main reason was because he was told he could play his sitar today.

Unfortunately, that ended up not happening, much to his dismay. Gloomily, he left his class. He headed to his English class which he just so happened to have with his best red headed friend, Axel.

"Axel!" He cheered, forgetting he was ever upset.

"Demy!" Axel replied, capturing his mullet-ed friend in a bear hug.

"Did we have homework?" Demyx questioned nervously, walking into his class.

"I don't think so, why?"

"Because I probably didn't do it?" Demyx informed in the awkward form of a question.

The duo joked around until they saw the door open and saw the dark, so called "emo" kid named Zexion walk in. The moment he did, the atmosphere in the room darkened. Demyx, being, well, Demyx, shouted out, "Why'd it get so quiet?" rather loudly. Zexion looked up from the book he was reading to angrily glare at the blond. Said blond grinned nervously.

Axel looked at his awkward friend, who was being just that, and broke into hysterical laughter.

"Not helping, Axel!" Demyx whined, pouting with his cheeks puffed out like a small child. Axel just continued to laugh.

With a sigh, Demyx looked out the window, ready to tune out the lesson Mr. Saix was about to teach.

(…)

Zexion was an odd boy. Demyx randomly thought during lunch. He voiced this to his group that consisted of Axel, Roxas, Sora, Riku, Xion and Kairi.

Axel started laughing again, causing Demyx to sigh.

"But haven't you noticed how he only reads scary books? It's like, he enjoys being scared!" He exclaimed loudly trying to be heard over Axel's laughter. Xion looked up in thought, "I think you're right, Demy. I never noticed until now." Demyx grinned, glad someone cared.

After (somewhat forcefully) having Xion listen to him blabber about how Demyx found Zexion strange, Axel came up with a great idea.

"Does Zexion have any friends?" He asked, suddenly very serious.

"Don't think so…" Demyx replied, unsure, "But I hear he's really hard to approach." Axel thought for a bit, trying to figure out how to phrase his idea.

"What if you became his friend? I bet you an all-expenses paid trip to the beach if you can become his friend by the end of the year. If you can't, I get to burn any one of your things of my choosing." Axel smirked at his hyperactive friend.

"You're on!" Demyx announced, suddenly concerned for the well-being of his sitar.

(…)

Demyx entered his last period of the day, art, and looked around for the slate haired boy he had made his new target. After spotting him, he sat down next to him and grinned happily.

"Heya, Zexy!" he was flat out ignored.

"Zexy!" Nothing.

"Zex!" Still nothing.

"Zexion!" the boy looked up from his book with a bored expression and looked at Demyx.

"What?" he asked sharply, irritated. Demyx brightened instantly.

"Heya, I'm Demyx!" Zexion gave him a blank look.

"I know, we have almost the exact same schedule." He dead panned. Demyx pouted. Zexion looked back down at his book, ignoring the long bangs that laid themselves on the pages.

"Why're your bangs so long, Zexy?" Demyx asked curiously. Zexion glared at him again, "What's it to you?" Zexion fired back, "And don't call me 'Zexy'." Demyx pouted again, finding out why Zexion was so hard to approach.

Demyx actually hoped to become close friends with Zexion now. Not just for the beach trip, but to get to know him as well.