Okay! Thank you for all the comments! They really made me happy! So here you go, chapter 2!
Also! In the last chapter, Axel kinda pops out of nowhere. I realize that I forgot to say that they were outside in the courtyard. Sorry! I will go fix that. -_-"
~VI-IX VIII-XIII~
"Demyx! Get your lazy ass outta bed! We gotta go in an hour, and lord knows how long it takes you to get ready!"
The blonde groaned, rubbing his eyes and yawning soon afterwards. Demyx didn't see why Axel was in such a rush to get to their bands' gig… It was only… Seven pm… Whoops.
The sitarist jumped out of his chair (he had fallen asleep at his desk again) and attempted to pull a pair of skinny jeans on, not realizing he still had his jeans from the previous day on. When this was realized, he quickly discarded his old jeans, replacing them with a pair of bright blue ones. His shirt was also replaced with a fishnet long sleeve underneath a purple and black striped tee, the head of Jack Skellington dead center. Luckily, his hair was, mostly, still intact (Mohawk-wise) and didn't require much time, nor effort to get it looking its best once again.
In mere seconds, the blonde was out of his room, and skipping every other stair in great haste. The redhead and younger blonde were visible through the front window, delicately placing the instruments in the trunk and back seat of Axels' car. Demyx took a breath of relief. He walked out of the house casually, as if he had been ready for hours.
"I don't know how someone can sleep until seven pm, but my god Demyx, you've found a way!" Axel was obviously vexed; steam practically pouring out his ears. Demyx shrugged it off. It was obvious that Axel had been denied sex that morning, and was taking his frustration out on the blonde. It was like that, oh, almost every morning. Axel knew he couldn't get mad at Roxas, or he'd have no sex ever. But Demyx would take it. He didn't mind, because he was really just laughing his ass off on the inside.
The three climbed into the car, Axel and Roxas not noticing Demyxs' struggle just to sit in the back, the instruments invading his personal space. The blonde himself barely noticed; memories of the previous night crept back into his mind. Would he ever find the right guy? Were his standards too high? No, no, how hard is it to find a guy that loves music, is shy and quiet, yet has a fiery personality, and is gorgeous… Maybe they were a little high…
The car stopped and all three removed themselves from it.
"Demyx! Didn't you get enough sleep?! You don't need to be zoning out all the time god dammit!" Said blonde couldn't hide his adorable grin as the pyromaniac became more and more fired up. A petite hand made its way to Axels' shoulder.
"Axel, can you get this for me please? It's too heavy for me…" Immediately, the redhead relaxed.
"Sure thing Roxy." Roxas grimaced slightly at the condescending nickname, but turned to the elder blonde.
"I don't know what you see in him… Roxy." A glare was set upon said blondes face at the mention of his hated nickname, but soon weakened, and a smirk replaced it all together.
"You know Demyx, I went in your room this morning."
"So?"
"Guess what I found." Demyx was confused. He had nothing worth hiding in his room.
"What?" The smaller blonde pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his back pocket. Demyxs' eyes widened.
"I thought you were writing an essay last night Dem, not jotting down qualities for your dream boy… Besides, isn't that a little...Middle school-ish?" The mullet haired boy began to blush a deep crimson, Roxas' smirk turning into a playful smile.
"How… How did you find that?" Demyx asked, barely able to find his voice.
"I told you, I went into your room. I came up to wake you up, and when I stepped on this. I was going to throw it out that is, until I saw 'great' in bed written on it." Demyx was mortified. Roxas could tell.
"Don't worry Dem, I won't tell anyone… Especially him." The petite blonde ended by pointing to his redheaded boyfriend, who had just finished bringing all their instruments into the club.
"Who's talking about me?" The sitarist sighed. Oh the ego on that one.
"No one Axel." Said redhead glared at Demyx once again, causing Demyx to roll his eyes.
"Hey! There's Xion!" The two looked towards where Roxas' finger was pointing. Sure enough, a short, raven-haired girl approached the three, a guitar case slung carelessly over a shoulder.
"Hi guys! Look! I'm not late this time!" The beaming eighteen year old pointed to the watch strapped to her right wrist, which read 8:29.
"Yeah, you're a minute early. Congratulations Xion." She beamed once more before making her way into the club, soon to be followed by the three boys.
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"Heehee! Great show guys!" The bassist was beaming once again.
"Thanks Xion, you too!" The raven-haired girl mouthed a 'thank you' back to the three before getting in her car, placing her bass-guitar in the passenger's seat beside her and driving away.
~VI-IX VIII-XIII~
"Thanks for the ride Axe." Roxas placed a chaste kiss on the redheads' lips before making his way across the courtyard, and into one of the many campus buildings.
"Yeah, thanks Axel." Demyx too began to tread across the courtyard, only to be stopped.
"Hey Dem!" The blonde turned around.
"Yeah Axe?"
"Sorry… About yesterday." A small smile appeared on the blondes' face.
"It's ok Axel… Though you were kind of a bitch." The sitarist was gleaming as he ran into the building his class was in, out of the range of the redheads' profanities.
~VI-IX VIII-XIII~
AS Demyx walked into his and Roxas' Art History class, he noticed said blonde sitting in the back row, asleep on his bag. The elder blonde sat beside him, intrigued.
"Roxas?" Nothing
"Roxas?!" Said blonde stirred, brought his head up and rubbed his eyes.
"Roxas, are you okay? You never fall asleep in class."
"Yeah…" A yawn. "I just didn't sleep very well last night, that's all."
"Yeah I totally believe you."
"Sure you do Dem."
"I do! Rea-ll…y." All oxygen left the sitarists' lungs.
"Dem…? Demyx? Demyx!"
"Demyx isn't here right now; please leave a message after the beep… Beep."
"Demyx! Seriously!"
Said blonde heard nothing but the sweet hymn of Alleluia in his ears, as his eyes were fixed on the blunette in the front of the lecture hall. One deep sapphire eye glanced around the room, analyzing. The dark blue orb studied intently, determined on collecting every detail of their subject. It didn't take the eye long to find those of Demyx. The blonde proceeded to blush a deep crimson and look away. What was wrong with him?!
"Demyx…? Are you ok?" Wide eyes looked back at Roxas.
"I don't know Roxas… Do I look okay?"
"You look… Red." The sitarist slammed his head against the table, drawing somewhat of an audience to himself, which was soon directed to the professor.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, as I had told you last week, we have a student teacher that will be studying this class throughout the semester. Mr. Zexion Hiroshima. Zexion, you may sit here." The grey haired man pointed to small table beside his own desk.
Demyx felt his arms shaking, his heart beating at speeds he never knew possible… But why? He didn't even know this guy, but, he had so much control over him. It frightened the blonde a bit. He didn't know what was going on. The professor began the lesson, but Demyx heard nothing, nothing but one name… Zexion.
The blonde groaned inwardly.
'Maybe some music will help.' He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his mp3 player. Carefully, he placed the ear bud in his ear, and played whatever song he could find… He gulped when he heard the lyrics of the song he'd picked.
"Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad! I'm hot for teacher!"
