SHIT MAN!
I seriously JUST posted this. I am currently writing the second chapter (last chapter) out as we speak, so if you stay long enough you'll catch the ending to this story(; Since I hate these short ass summeries, her is the full detailed one :D
Demyx is the lead singer to one hot band called Damn Straight. He had everything he ever wanted; The fame, the boyfriend, and now even people loved his music. But what happens when things start to change? His boyfriend had already cheated on him, and broken up with him, so whats next? His music? Only Slate haired boy can change his life now, because this guy is making our favorite Blonde Nocturne blush like a fan girl.
AkuDem in the begining, but the whole story is Zemyx.
enjoy(;
DISCLAIMER: I do not owe the characters ): Or the title of the cities. Damnit -_-
The lights blared out. Huge speakers blasted out the sweet sound of a guitar rip, coming somewhere in the darkness. People in the crowd began to shout out something that sounded like "Dem." The crowd then began to grow louder as disco lights flashed everywhere, having something to look at from being in the darkness for too long. The after a few minutes of darkness, a rather good looking blond held up with what looked like a huge guitar, in the air as one single light beamed on his face. The crowd screamed, roared, and shouted until their voices with inaudible. This is the life. Well, if you're the one and only famous Demyx, lead singer for Damn Straight and current record holder for ridiculous ever long lasting guitar solo in Destiny Islands, then yeah. Life is pretty damn good.
Demyx got off stage, sitar in hand, and caught a towel being thrown at him.
"Awesome show tonight." He heard Axel say, barely audible for him to hear. Axel was the drummer for Damn Straight and now, officially, Demyx's current ex-boyfriend.
Demyx rolled his eyes, as he dried off his wet sweaty hair. Axel had broken up with Demyx, because he apparently 'felt the need to take some time off'. Bullshit. Demyx caught Axel and Roxas, their equipment manager, totally going at it in his dressing room. Demyx didn't feel sad about the break up; he just felt that Axel was just hopping around people. A man hopper is more like the term. He dated everyone in the band; Cloud, the second hand guitarist, and even Leon, the sexy bassist. What made Roxas different than himself? They were both blonde, both had blue eyes, both really into music. What was the big deal? But there was that tiny problem of age. Roxas barely turned 20, while Demyx was hitting for 25. Was it because he was older? Demyx's thoughts wondered as he closed his eyes, drinking his water, not wanting to face the red head.
"Hey guys!" Roxas came into the room, headset on his head, wires all over his body. "Great show, best ever actually."
"You always say that." Demyx walked right passed the peppy blonde, and had the urge to shove him with his shoulder, but considering that Roxas was one foot shorter than Demyx, he didn't even try to.
Axel shot up from his seat, surprise, and walked over to Roxas. "Really Roxy? You think so?"
Demyx rolled his eyes again, which now became a habit of his. "Get a room!" He yelled at the two.
He could have sworn that Roxas turned a shade of pink. Bingo.
"Dem, maybe you should get out of those tight jeans yeah? Need to get the blood pressure back to your brain so you can think straight." Axel spoke as if he was holding back. Demyx didn't want that.
"Maybe you need tighter pants Axel dear," Sarcasm was good. Demyx always loved sarcasm, especially if he was the one using it. "To stop your dough from rising every time our cute equipment manager comes in to say we had a good show."
Axel faced Demyx. The look in his green eyes meant it was on. Let the war begin.
"You wish it rose. But sadly you never could accomplish that task."
"That's not what you said last night."
"What do you know? I wasn't with you."
"Oh my bad. That's what Roxas said last night."
And that was it, he hit home. The spiked red head flew across the room, and his hand clutched the singer's throat. Axel's knees held Demyx's waist, giving him a better grip. By this time, the other members ran across the room to get Axel off of Demyx. They managed to do so, and Axel stood in front of the laughing blonde.
"See, now what happened to THAT Axel?" Demyx began to laugh.
"You're just jealous cause I dumped you for someone younger!" Axel yelled, his face almost matching his hair.
"You know that's illegal babe."
"Fuck you!"
"You already did that."
Axel made another attempt to plunge across the room to hit Demyx again, but Cloud and Leon pushed Axel back, holding him from getting anything further than 5 feet from Demyx.
"Demyx!" Leon shouted. "Shut the fuck up!"
Demyx took his advice and figured that he had enough of torturing Axel for one night. He'll be saving up from the next few days when they have rehearsal.
Grabbing his normal clothes and his keys, Demyx began to head out to his car. There was no way in hell that he was going to be crammed in a car, with Axel on his lap. Instead he drove to the nearest coffee house in Twilight Town, which just happened to be the local coffee house named Dancing Flames. 'Hair' he thought, 'burning hair that resembled flames; Flames that touched every single inch of my body, and made feel like I was his only, and he was mine.' And that was it; that was enough for Demyx to park the car in front of the coffee shop, turn off the ignition, sat there and cry. He let go of everything he was holding since this morning when Axel broke up with him. He didn't know if it was because he still loved Axel, but something was there for the red head that he didn't even know he had. Demyx's grip on the steering wheel tightened, as he cried soft sobs. He figured this was pointless. He was never good enough for Axel, never will be. He said so himself. "I left you for someone younger!" It burned in his ears. He was right all along. He was a douche for not leaving Axel when he caught them in the dressing room. But he didn't. Why? Because it was Demyx's birthday and he wanted Axel with him that day. He was such a sucker when it came to romance. As much as he rocked the punk scene, he was still a big softie on the inside.
Demyx figured it was enough pity-party for him so he straighten himself up, and walked into the store with sunglasses on. His hands were stuffed in his jeans, hair perfectly intact to show off his mullet-hawk, and his shirt was free of any tears. He made his way to the stand, and waited to be helped. His fingers tapped lightly on the counter top and he patiently waited. A little over 5 minutes passed and he began to tap his fingers faster and louder.
"Hello?" he called behind the counter and waited. Nothing.
Demyx just wanted his coffee and be done with it. Considering he had this job before his big career success, he figured why not put together his order himself? So, Demyx jumped over the counter, and began to work the machines. He knew where everything was, and he began making his coffee. A smile crossed his face as he remembered this is where his band formed. Axel was a frequent customer, and he was always hitting on Demyx. One day, Demyx brought up the topic of starting a band. He already got his best friends, Cloud and Leon, to join and all he needed was a drummer. Straight out of the blue, Axel put on his charm and agreed to Demyx's offer, if only he got to spend most of his time with the blond. There first gig was amazingly successful, and Axel immediately fell in love with his voice. Thus began their love.
Demyx couldn't help but let a single tear drop onto the counter as he stopped assembling his coffee. Not even sunglasses could hide the pain. Demyx placed the cap on his beverage, and typed in his order into the register. He typed in the store code, but it didn't work. 'They probably changed it.' He thought. So he did the math in his head, and took out his change, left it next to the register, and jumped back to the other side of the counter. He turned around as he put his wallet back into his pants, drink in the other hand. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw a figure sitting down on one of the seats, arms crossed in front of his chest, slate colored hair covering one of his eyes. He was obviously an eymplee there because he had a black shirt and jeans, and was wearing a red apron which said 'Dancing Flames' across the front. A smile was on his face. Demyx thought that this thing was hot. But he felt a bit angry that there WAS someone here, and didn't even bother to help him.
"That was amazing." The man stood up, revealing his true height. The man was short. Like, really short. Not as short as Roxas, but compared to Demyx? Short.
"Why didn't you –"
"You were on a role." He spoke, his back towards Demyx. The man pushed the door to go behind the register, and typed in the code to the store, making the cash to the register pop open. "Plus, I didn't want to get up."
Demyx let out a chuckle. This guy was cool beans.
"So why where you crying?"
"What?" Demyx looked up.
"Why where you crying?" the man repeated again.
Demyx felt he couldn't speak. Why was he crying?
"It's a… long story," Demyx made up. He popped his elbows on the counter, and his hands held up his face. "I wouldn't want to bore you. Plus, you're a stranger."
The man leaned over the counter, right next to Demyx's face. His breath lingered in front of Demyx, making him quiver.
"We don't have to be strangers you know…"
His voice trailed off, and Demyx now hand goose bumps. The man looked straight into Demyx, and Demyx couldn't help but lean in just a tiny bit. Suddenly he felt a point on his chest. Demyx opened his eyes, which he did not know he had them closed, and looked down. The man's hand was out, perpendicular to Demyx's chest. A smile crossed the slate hair man's face.
"The name's Zexion."
Demyx's mouth dropped. This guy was amazing.
Demyx couldn't help but smile, and let out a laugh. He backed away, and held out his hand. "Demyx."
Zexion stopped shaking his hand. His eyes grew big, and his grip on Demyx's hand.
"Demyx? As in Damn Straight lead singer Demyx?"
Demyx couldn't help but smile, feeling as if his sunglasses were reflecting off his awesomeness.
"Your music is gay."
Demyx's conceitedness faded away as fast as it came. Zexion had a smile across his face.
"Pardon?" Demyx shifted feet, leaning on the counter again.
"Well," Zexion crossed his arms like before. "Unless you're into chick music, you're band sucks."
Demyx scoffed at this comment.
"Who are you to say that I play gay music?"
"Your voice."
Demyx scooted back. This was too far.
"What's wrong with my voice?"
Zexion now leaned on the counter, looking up at Demyx. "It sounds like Justin Beiber,"
Demyx gasped.
"Getting hit by a car,"
Another gasp.
"And has a squirrel down his pants."
Demyx let out a final gasp which made him loose his breathing. Who is this guy?
"You're just jealous cause you have no taste in music."
Zexion let out a sexy laugh that made Demyx quiver all the way down to his knees. He then forgot about his insult, and forgave him inside his mind because the man was just so damn hot.
"I prefer to read, rather to listen to people try to sing."
Demyx's eyebrow lifted, indicated he was annoyed, and that someone was going to die.
"You're starting to piss me off. Just type in my order."
Zexion laughed. "Oh I shall remember this moment from now on; the day I pissed off lead singer to Damn Straight. He let out another laugh and handed the pouty blonde's my change. Demyx looked down at it, in disgust.
"Keep it. You might need it for your big ass theory books. You big downer."
Zexion's smiled faded away. Shocked he didn't hear a laugh, Demyx looked up, seeing the slate's expression. He hit the jackpot.
"Don't call me that." Zexion glared up to Demyx.
Demyx now took this opportunity to smile, and continue on.
"Why not Zexy?" Demyx said playfully. "Too much to handle? Being the party pooper and all?"
"Shut-up."
"Every party has a pooper and the pooper is you!"
"Shut your face up!"
Demyx's smile stayed on his face as he saw Zexion go into the back of the kitchen. He thought it was best to apologize to him. Demyx jumped over the counter again to find the slate hair man. The eager blond looked for Zexion in the kitchen, surprised that it hasn't changed. Suddenly he heard a fumble near the locker room station, which was further back into the store. Demyx took a sip of his coffee as he walked casually to the lockers. He took off his sunglasses, and placed them on his head. His feet approached the door entrance to the locker room, and there he found his Zexion.
… There he found Zexion.
His locker was open, and he saw what looked like a band poster on his locker door. It was a familiar band poster, with a monster destroying a city, but it was a cute dinosaur.
Wait.
He drew that. Demyx remember because later day when he finished drawing that, Axel took him out to dinner and... Other things. His eyes began to focus on one of buildings which did, indeed, read 'Damn Straight'.
"What was it you said?" Demyx's voice echoed throughout the locker room. Zexion jumped, at least up to Demyx's height, and immediately closed his locker. "My band's music was gay?"
"What are you doing back here?" Zexion shouted. "Can't you read? Authorized Personal only!"
Demyx placed his coffee on top of the lockers above Zexion. He began walking up towards the shocked slate, smiling big.
"I'm personally going to find out the truth as to why you have one of Damn Straight's band posters, and I'm authorized to say that you are so full of shit."
Demyx walked into the locker room. He placed his drink on top of the lockers, and smiled at Zexion.
"Well aren't you a stalker?" Zexion asked, trying to act cool.
Demyx let out a laugh. "No, more like an obsessed fan girl. Or in this case, fan boy."
"What do you want." Zexion's words were like knives, targeting each at Demyx. The blonde couldn't help but smile.
"I wanna know why you have a Damn Straight poster on your locker."
"Aren't you conceited?" Zexion added. "How do you know that's not your stupid bands poster?"
"Aren't you full of shit?" Demyx smiled, almost laughing. "I designed that poster smart-one."
Zexion's face turned a shade pink, 'Probably out of embarrassment' Demyx thought.
"Uh –"
"Yeah, didn't think that huh?"
Zexion scoffed. "What do you want? I'm a party pooper anyways, so I'm just going to bore you to death." Zexion began opening his locker again, not caring if Demyx saw the poster or not.
"Look I came here to apologize. But you're the one who started everything."
Zexion let out a laugh as he reached into his locker, pulling out what looked like a phone.
"Is that your way of apologizing? Saying you're sorry, and then adding in that it wasn't your fault?"
Demyx's smile faded away. That is something Axel would say.
"Look, I am sorry if I offended you." Demyx was now serious.
Zexion looked at Demyx, and just gave him a cool stare. "It's cool man. No hard feelings."
Demyx's smile came back. He sat down at the bench next to the lockers, and looked at Zexion. Zexion gave him a weird stare as he looked back at Demyx. It was one of those stares that just happen to be one of the most amazing stares that anyone can experience. 'I wanna know more about this guy,' Demyx thought. 'He is gorgeous and I like him.'
"So, are you going to watch me change?" Zexion spoke.
'Oh. That's why he was staring at me' Demyx thought. He sighed, and faced the door entrance. He could hear Zexion's clothes going into the locker, and putting on his non-work clothes. Demyx began to fumble with his phone, and check if there were any messages. Surprisingly, there was one tweet, one Facebook status, and one new text. He opened up the text, and checked his message.
Roxas doesn't want a relationship after what went down in the dressing room. Can we talk? – Axe
'Talk my ass.' Demyx thought. 'That's code for "Let's fuck"'. He let out a scoff, and checked his other messages.
"Okay you can look now."
Demyx turned around, eyes still glued to his phone. Zexion was still standing, typing a text away in his locker. Demyx looked up once he was done and saw Zexion. He was in a black baseball shirt, and skin tight jeans, that looked like Aerocrombie and Finch, but indicating the bad rips, it was probably Hollister. 'The man looks good' Demyx thought, checking out his white Chuck Taylors. Demyx wanted to die. White Chucks look good on anyone, but for Zexion, it completed his look. His sexy look.
"I'm supposed to close up shop. So… do you want to leave instead of interrogating me?"
Demyx looked disapointed. "I'm not interrogating you! I'm just pursuing answers from you, which I still haven't finished asking."
Zexion laughed. "Your cute in person you know that?" Zexion's eyes grew big, realizing what he had just said. He then after buried his face on his locker, checking his phone. Demyx didn't want to put the boy in anymore embarrassment, so he began to act like nothing happened.
"Really?" Demyx's eyes were huge. "People say I'm a real pain in the ass. They hate my sarcasm. I, on the other hand, happen to –"
"Love sarcasm."
Both boy's eyes were wide, shocked that they had both said something at the exact same time, and oddly, loved the same the thing.
"Really?" Demyx questioned with a huge grin. "Haven't noticed."
Zexion began to form a slight shade of pink on his face. "Look, I really do need to close before anymore customers come in. I can't handle anymore after you."
Demyx smiled. 'This boy was just too cute.'
"Alright. I'll leave." Demyx got up, eyeing his drink on top of the locker. He left with out retrieving it, and hoped his plan will work. Demyx made his way out of the store, and to his car. A big gush of wind hit Demyx, almost making him fly away. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked towards his car. Suddenly, he heard his name being called. Demyx turned around, and there he was. Standing on the doorway, was Zexion, with Demyx's coffee in hand. Demyx smiled, as he thought, 'Yeah Boi, success!'
Zexion made his way outside over to Demyx. He handed him his drink, along with a napkin.
"Take care," Zexion smiled. "Keep making awesome music."
Demyx let out a bug smile, exposing his beautiful pearly teeth. "I will."
And just like that, Demyx climbed back into his car, and sat down, smiling big. Today wasn't so bad after all. He got dumped, but met someone new. Maybe things weren't tumbling down. Maybe they were just rearranging to create something better. Demyx took a sip of his coffee, accidentally dropping the napkin as he did so. His peripheral vision notice black writing on his lap. He looked down, and noticed a sentence, and a number.
Anytime you want sarcasm. (800) 960-9613 [A/N: Lmao don't call that number, I made it up XD]
Demyx smiled, as he looked up to find the slate hair guy, knees on one of the seats, holding up the 'Call Me' sign, smiling really big. He laughed, giving a thumbs up, and started his ignition. Yeah, things are going to get better. Things are going to get way better.
Demyx had another show in two weeks. He tried growing the balls to call Zexion, or at least text him something, but unfortunately, it never happened. He moaned and groaned as he paced his apartment, cell phone sitting on the living room table. Demyx lived in a house. He didn't like living in apartments because they remind him of couples living together, which he did not need to be reminded of. Axel and Demyx never lived together, mostly because Axel said he needs his personal space. "Pfft" Demyx thought. "Personal space with Roxas I'm sure.' This is what he was dealing with ever since he met Zexion. It's been at least three days, and he wants to call the boy, but he doesn't know a reason as to why he would call. 'Maybe I can ask for some sugar? It's the oldest trick to go visit someone. But why would I go all the way back to Twilight Town to go ask for some fucking sugar?' He grunted, throwing himself on the couch. Suddenly, his phone rang. Demyx's head shot up, and stared at the phone. 'He doesn't have my number…' he thought. 'If it's someone I know, they'll call my house.' His phone stopped ringing, and there was a few second of silence. Then, his home phone rang. Demyx yelled into a pillow.
"What the fuck is wrong with me!" he screamed.
His answering machine went off, and he heard his voice taking a message. Then the message came through.
"Demyx I know you're there. You can't keep avoiding me. We need to talk about this. Call me, or I'm coming to your house."
Beep.
Demyx threw a pillow at his machine. 'Fuck that bastard. First he breaks up with me, then he doesn't get what he wants from Roxas, so now he comes back to me cause he knows he can get whatever he needs from me.' Demyx yelled out another scream, and curled up into a ball. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he liked Zexion as a replacement for his feelings for Axel, or if he really did like him. His thoughts were so jumbled, and confused, and his head began to hurt. He finally got up and reached for his refrigerator. He had stocked up on everything. Usually, when people are suffering through a break up, they buy ice cream, chocolates, and When Harry Met Sally. But this is Demyx we are talking about people. He went out and bought the biggest bag of Dorritos Cool Ranch chips, with Ruffles dip, a bunch of Ring Pops, (Hell he bought them still packaged in the box) and he rented the one and only – wait for it – The Karate Kid series. That was his idea of getting over a break up.
He still debated if he should call Zexion. 'Fuck this,' Demyx thought. He was going to grow a pair and just call the guy. He typed Zexion's number, and pressed the 'Call' button. It rang a few times. Demyx began to nibble his thumb and shake his leg as he waited for a voice. His amazing, sensual, classy voice.
"Welcome to the Satisfy My Boredom Club. Press One for sarcasm, Press Two to be connected to one of our phone sex operators, Press Three to find an entertainment center near you, Press Four –"
Demyx hung up. Holy shit. This whole time he didn't have Zexion's number? 'That littler fucker.' Demyx stood on his feet, grabbed his jacket and keys and drove off to the Dancing Flames.
It was far from where Demyx lived, Hollow Bastion. He parked in the Dancing Flames parking lot. Demyx got out of his car and walked up to the entrance, entered, and then walked up to the ordering stand. Demyx saw the back of Zexion's head, which was a rather different color than the front of his hair. Demyx cleared his throat, and began tapping on the counter.
"Welcome to DF, what would you like to ord –"
Zexion stopped dead in his tracks once he saw Demyx's expression. He couldn't help but smile, and greeted him again.
"Did you call?"
Demyx lifted a brow. "Why would I ever want to call a phone sex operator?"
Zexion let out a laugh. "I don't know what you do for fun at your house."
"I thought you gave me your number!" Demyx blurted out.
Zexion's eyes grew big. "Why would you think that?"
Demyx caught Zexion's expression. He was in deep shit now.
"Well, I thought, after our conversation, and you said to call,"
"You thought I was hitting on you."
Demyx looked up, shocked. "Weren't you?"
Zexion began to fidget with his fingers.
Demyx smiled. "Holy shit. You're a closet case."
Zexion looked up. "Am not!"
Demyx leaned over the counter. "You are too."
Zexion inched closer to Demyx. "I know perfectly well who I am. And that is straight."
Demyx laughed. "Yeah, straight as a rainbow."
"I wasn't hitting on you!"
"You were too."
"Was not!"
"You totally were."
"You wish I did!"
And that was what triggered Demyx. He closed the gap between the two, and pressed his lips on Zexion's. Surprisingly they were soft, and tasted a bit like strawberries. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Zexion protested. It was like, fireworks, but five times that. Zexion was the first the break free, and when he looked at Demyx, eyes wide, still being an inch away from him. Demyx smiled straight into his one visible gray eye, and let out a soft chuckle.
"Still a closet case?"
Zexion shook his head. "Never was."
Demyx closed the gap between them again, whispering, "Prove it then."
Without hesitation, Zexion reached for Demyx's lips again, pulling his head closer to Demyx by gripping his blonde golden locks. Demyx couldn't help but let out a small moan. This set off Zexion, and he pushed away from Demyx, backing all the way so that his back was touching the machines. Demyx caught his expression, and noticed a little bit of himself in him. He noticed Zexion's face was terrified, with a little expression of shocked. It looked like the exact same expression Demyx had on when he found Axel with Roxas. Demyx closed his lips, and sighed.
"I –" Zexion began, trying to form words but seemed like he couldn't. "I mean, that felt –"
"Fucking awesome." Demyx smiled. Zexion couldn't help but smile too, fidgeting again with his fingers.
"What do you say that you give me your real number now, huh?" Demyx leaned back on the counter.
Zexion gave him a glare with his one eye. "Why? I don't want you calling me in the middle of the night for phone sex."
"Who says it'll be in the middle of the night?"
Zexion rolled his eyes and made his way to the back of the store. Demyx started to shout apologies, and began to laugh.
"I'm only kidding. But seriously, come on kid." Demyx smiled down at Zexion.
"No."
Demyx looked appalled. No? He was pretty sure he hadn't heard that before.
"Uh, what?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No you can't have my number, kid."
Demyx let out a smile out of annoyance. This guy was a piece of work.
"Why not?"
"You don't ask for someone's number like that." Zexion was very clear.
Demyx shifted feet. "Well what do you expect?"
"Something nicer than 'kid', I can assure you that."
Demyx sighed, placing his hand to clear his eyes. "Okay, let me try this again."
Demyx took a big breath, and let it out, shaking off whatever he had on him, and closed his eyes. He then reached for Zexion's hand, and held it in his. Zexion looked a bit shocked by this action, but ignored it, and paid attention.
"Zexion, employee of the Dancing Flames Coffee House, would you do me the honor, nay, the privilege, of taking your sweet time as to write down your phone number for me, in which that I may call you when I feel the need to hear your outstanding, amazing, marvelous voice?"
Zexion's eye grew big, and he didn't move an inch. Demyx was pretty sure that Zexion didn't breathe either. After a few mintues of just holding one hand of Zexion's, Demyx cleared his throat, and held his grip on Zexion's hand tighter, not really wanting to let go.
"That alone," Zexion finally managed to say. "Was the most chessyest shit I ever heard."
Demyx's eyes grew big. What? If that didn't do it, then what could? Zexion suddenly leaned over the counter, and reached for Demyx to come closer. He grabbed Demyx by his pants and grasp for his jean pocket. Demyx let out a bit of a gasp when he realized what Zexion was doing. He managed to pull out Demyx's phone, and type something in it. Within a second he returned the phone back to the eager blond.
"I have your number." Zexion stated, smiling up at the shocked Demyx.
Demyx fumbled with his phone as he looked at the caller logs, and the messaging, but couldn't find a random number.
"What the hell? I asked for YOUR number!"
Zexion smiled. "Well now I have your number. Besides, I don't know what your going to do with my number."
Demyx opened his mouth in awe. This kid was incredible.
"Well, I'll be expecting a call then."
Zexion smiled. "Alright then."
Demyx gave Zexion one last look of satified boredom, and left the coffee house back to his car. The Nocturne sat in his car seat, ready to start the key when his phone rang. He jumped a little, wondering who could be calling right now, in the middle of the afternoon?
Oh.
Demyx grew a big smile, not even bothering to check the ID.
"Hello?" He answered, hoping his voice didn't sound too much like a pervert.
"Look up." The voice said.
Demyx looked up with a smile across his face. Once he looked up, his smile faded away as fast as it came. Axel was standing in front of Demyx's car, phone next to his ear, the most deadliest expression Axel ever had crossed his face.
"We need to talk. Now."
*fan girl squeal* OMG! I seriously just wrote this today starting from 3 pm to now, which is 11:50 (here in california) This idea just popped into my head and I needed to write it down. I must say, the plot to this is awesome, but my writing sucks balls -.- Idk your opinion matters D: Please check out my other fic, 'So I'm In Love With My Best Friend' because i got really good reviews for it, so there's nothing wrong with more reviews(;
Thank you for taking the time to read this! I appericate to very much, and I promise you, I might stay up to finish this. It's only two chapters, but an extra chapter will be added as 'Deleted Scenes'. Trust, I have a lot of those already. WELL! press over at that button yonder, and review ^^
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