The next morning, Zexion got to school ten minutes early, as usual. When he walked into the classroom, Demyx was there. Just seeing the blond made Zexion blush. Was it really all true? Did Demyx really... kiss him? Or was it a dream? Please don't let it all have been a dream, one half of him begged. Please let it have all been a dream, the other half begged. At that moment, Demyx turned around. His face broke into a grin. "Zexy!" he exclaimed, sounding a little relieved. Zexion's blush deepened. It wasn't a dream. His heart did a jig in his ribs, while his brain screamed at him to turn and run. He didn't know which one to listen to. He stood frozen in place, fighting this internal battle. The conflict must've been plain in his eyes, for Demyx frowned and went up to him. "Did you forget what I told you yesterday?" he whispered, wrapping his arms around Zexion's middle. The contact made Zexion's heart even faster than before. He thought he would pass out again. "You are worth it. Don't ever think you're not." Zexion took a deep breath, trying to regain the thoughts that had disappeared due a certain blond-haired boy. He firmly pulled out of Demyx's arms, looking away. "I'm not sure I can believe that," he muttered. Demyx sighed. "What will it take to convince you? I'll do anything." A smile came unbidden to Zexion's lips. " I don't know. Probably just time. Give me time. That's all I ask for. This is too fast for me." Demyx smiled. "I can do that," he said softly. He was silent for a moment before hugging Zexion again. "But I won't keep myself away. You need time. Fine That time will be spent with me," he stated. "And there's nothing you can do about it," he added, before Zexion could protest. "And I wouldn't mind a hug back, Zexy." He smirked. Zexion sighed, and reluctantly put an arm around Demyx to return the hug. "Mmm. Thank you." He sounded triumphant. "Don't get used to it," Zexion muttered. But he couldn't help smiling again, as his heart sang with joy.
For some reason, Axel was not around that whole day. Demyx seemed disappointed, but when Zexion asked, albeit a little reluctantly, Demyx just shook his head. "He's probably mad at me. He doesn't like it when I do stuff like this." Zexion blinked in confusion. "Stuff like what?" Demyx smiled. "Like obsess over someone, how I'm obsessing over you right now. Every time I obsess over someone, it.... well, Axel just doesn't like it." The answer only posed more questions, but Demyx obviously didn't like talking about it. "All I'll say is, I'm not as perfect as you think. You think a 'druggie' like you being around me would ruin anything? That's almost funny." He wouldn't say anything else on the matter.
At the end of the day, Zexion debated how to tell Demyx what he told his father yesterday. He obviously couldn't back out, it would make his father ask questions Zexion wasn't ready to answer. Plus it would probably worry him. So, when the last bell rang, he didn't say anything, only followed Demyx to his car. Demyx seemed surpised. "What are you doing?" Zexion hesitated. "I'm...." Demyx raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" he prompted. The blue-haired man sighed. "I told my father I wanted to go to your house today after school," he admitted. To his surprise, Demyx was practically bouncing with joy. "Sure! Get in!" Zexion blinked in shock. "Really? Are you sure?" he asked nervously. Demyx grinned. "Why wouldn't I let you come over! Well, Axel would probably be even more mad at me, but, oh well. I know you're not like all the rest." That again. Zexion didn't dare ask what he meant, only bit his lip and got in the back seat of Demyx's car.
Zexion stayed quiet the whole car ride. His mind was whirling with a thousand different things. Questions he wanted to ask, protests he wanted to make, confessions he wanted to voice. He could see Demyx's expression through the mirror. He looked really happy. Again, the realization struck Zexion in a flash. Everything Demyx promised was true. He really did care about a druggie like him. He really did. The thought was even more overwhelming the second time. But am I really worth it? I'm just dragging him down with me. He could feel his breath begin to come in small gasps. All I'm doing is bringing him down. I'm not worth anything. He could do so much better. He forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down. Take it easy. Didn't you swear to quit anyway? He'd been doing well in keeping that promise. He hadn't taken anything since the day before school started up again. But the withdrawal symptoms will only get worse from now on. He shuddered at that thought. Not very calming. He tried to focus on just breathing, in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm.
When they finally got there, Demyx turned around to grin at Zexion. "We're here. Come on, Zexy," he told him happily. Zexion smiled with hesitation, before taking a deep, calming breath and opening his door. Demyx got out and locked his car before leading Zexion to the front door. When Demyx opened the door and let Zexion in, Zexion had to keep himself from staring in wonder. Demyx's house was... amazing. It was clean and fancy, with expensive-looking decorations, yet also homey and comforting somehow. The walls were a friendly shade of light blue, and the air smelled like a light ocean breeze. It was like standing on the beach and just watching the waves go by. Demyx's house was... peaceful. Relaxing. Soothing, even. He felt like he never wanted to leave. He wanted to just stand there and take it in forever.
There was a soft chuckle from somewhere off to his right. "You like it, huh, Zexy?" Unable to form comprehensible words, Zexion merely nodded, his eyes wide. Demyx closed the front door behind him and smiled at the blue-haired boy. "Well, it's home, I guess." Zexion finally managed to compose the words he wanted to say. "It's... wonderful," he whispered. Demyx laughed. "Come on, then. I'll show you around."
Demyx gave him a tour of his whole house. The whole time, Zexion's eyes never narrowed back to their original position. He liked each room even more than the last. But the last room he liked the best. Demyx saved his bedroom for last. When he opened the door, Zexion let out a gasp, shocked. Demyx's room was amazing. The walls were aqua green, perfectly matching his beautiful eyes. There was a big keyboard by the wall, his guitar was leaning in the stand, and there was another strange instrument next to it. His bed was huge, with a big, soft blanket that had prints of waves on it. He could practically smell the salty ocean breeze. He was speechless once again. Demyx grinned, and sat down on his bed. "Yes?" he asked mischievously. Zexion shook his head. "I told you you were perfect," he said finally. Demyx blinked. There was silence for a second. Then he laughed, doubling over and clutching his stomach. Zexion blushed and looked away. "I didn't say it to be funny," he mumbled. Demyx stopped laughing and grinned. "I know. But it's still funny." He patted the space on the bed next to him. Zexion hesitated, biting his lip as if unsure. "Come on," Demyx beckoned. "You're a guest. I'm not going to make you stand." Zexion blinked. "I'll just sit in this chair, thank you very much," he said stubbornly, sitting down on said chair. Demyx sighed, but didn't protest.
There was a moment of silence. Zexion looked around again. "What's that?" he asked, pointed to the strange blue instrument. Demyx glanced over and smiled. "Oh, that? That's my sitar." Zexion blinked. "Si...tar?" he repeated in confusion. Demyx snickered. "Yes, a sitar. It's a musical instrument you play a little like a guitar. But it sounds very different. You wanna hear?" Zexion hesitated for a second. "Sure," he agreed finally. Demyx bounced a little. "Great!" He practically ran over to the wall and picked up the strange blue sitar, then came back to bed and sat down. He was holding it like a guitar, a little. Zexion crossed his ankles and waited expectantly. Demyx smiled at him, before giving a few experimental plucks at the strings. Then, like magic, his fingers began to dance along the strings.
Zexion was hooked on the sound after the first note. Demyx played fantastically. His fingers danced along the strings like it was the most natural thing in the world. And all the while, Demyx was grinned like a small child who was playing with their favorite toy. It was unreal. Are you sure this isn't a dream? his brain asked him. It's not a dream, he insisted. It's real. Demyx can play. And boy, could he sing. For he had started to sing now too. The sound was mesmerizing. Zexion felt like he could listen to it all day. And that's exactly what he did, for the whole time he stayed at Demyx's house, he just sat there and listened to Demyx paint pictures in Zexion's heart.
All in all, the visit wasn't as bad as he'd expected it to be.
