Okay, so I said there would be a song in this one... but I lied... the next one will have a song though.

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Chapter 2: Getting to Know a Person

Demyx was sitting on his bed, strumming the strings of his sitar. He chuckled. He's so bashful; He'll be mine in no time. A sudden thought struck the mullet haired boy. I don't even really know anything about him… I'll have to do something about that, and I know just the person to call. Demyx got up from his bed, leaving his sitar behind, and got out his cell phone. He dialed the memorized number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Um… hello? A young voice asked.

"Hey, Roxas I need your help with something." Demyx shouted enthusiastically.

"Um…. I'm a little busy right now… can you call back later?" Demyx thought this was awkward. Roxas never blew someone off, especially not someone in need. The only other time Roxas ever blew him off was when he called when Roxas and Axel were… Oh, I get it now. The sitarist blushed.

"Wow, sorry man, I'm interrupting again aren't I, well I'll talk to ya later." Demyx hung up the phone quickly. Talk about embarrassing, okay I guess I'm doing this on my own. Demyx reached his computer and signed into MyFace (Facebook and MySpace). Roxas may be head of the yearbook committee and know everything about every student, but since I can't reach him, MyFace will have to do. Demyx typed Zexion's name into the search engine. Since it was such a unique name, he was the only one who came up. In his profile picture he was sitting on a tree branch reading Les Miserables. Wow, Demyx thought he sure likes large books. Demyx chuckled when he saw his screen name was 'Sexy Zexy'. The musician clicked on the picture and waited as the profile loaded. He then went to the 'about me' section of the page. He jotted down a few notes as he read. He didn't have any lined paper, so used a blank piece of sheet music. He found out that the slate haired teen not only loved to read, but loved to write as well. He loved culture, art, and music. So, we both like music eh? Demyx chuckled to himself. This is perfect, now to find out what else we have in common. Demyx found out that Zexion was single and lived with his mother and six younger siblings.

Demyx didn't find anything else that he and Zexion had in common, but you know what they say, 'opposites attract'. Demyx was on his way to Luxord's house to play some poker with him and Xigbar. Maybe they knew something about the slate haired angel that still lingered on his mind.

"Hit me!" Xigbar said enthusiastically.

"Whatever I fold." Demyx sighed.

"Check it, Xiggy, Royal Flush!" Luxord showed off his winning hand.

"Damn it, you always win." Xigbar threw his cards down in mock anger.

"When you're as lucky as I am, it's impossible to lose." The blonde chuckled.

"Hey Demyx, you okay?" Xigbar asked when he saw the slightly depressed look on the dirty blonde's face.

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah." Demyx sighed. "Hey, guys, I was wondering… do you know anything about that Zexion kid?" The two looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

"Let me get this straight… he's the guy you've ogling over at the library." Xigbar was cracking up.

"Yeah, so what?" Demyx felt offended. Was there something about Zexion that everyone knew but him? Could this be why he always sits by himself?

"Listen Demy, that kid is going through a lot right now. All we know is that his father used to be the librarian before he got deadly sick. He's running the place now, knowing that his dad could die at any moment."

"He's also had his hand in a very bad relationship. He was dumped like, a month ago." Luxord added.

"A month ago?" Demyx wanted to make sure he heard right. He had just started coming to the library about a month ago. Staring at the slate haired teen every day… did that just make it worse?

"My suggestion to you would be to forget him and move on. The poor guy doesn't want anything to do with relationships anymore. He's totally given up." Xigbar advised, taking a sip of his coke. His eyes were lost; Demyx knew he was speaking from the heart. Xigbar was in love, but gave up too easily and too soon.

"I don't think I could ever do that, Xiggy." Demyx sighed. "I mean, I know I don't know much about him, or his family, or his life in general… but I believe in love at first sight, and I'm not about to give up."

"I never thought I would ever hear you say something…. That sounded so mature." Luxord spoke slowly, sighing in between. Luxord knew what love at first sight was like, but didn't have the guts to act upon it. A small beeping noise was heard, and Demyx looked at his watch.

"I've got to go to the library now; I'll see you guys later." Demyx got on his skateboard and headed for the library. Maybe I should talk to him today. Demyx thought, Should I go with the direct approach? No way, I don't have the guts for that just yet.

Demyx hopped off his skateboard and brought it into the library with him. He put it down at his regular table, but instead of sitting down and taking out his iPod, he walked up to the front desk. The slate haired teen had his back to him as he sorted papers that were against the wall. Demyx lightly tapped him on the shoulder, making the shorter boy jump. "Oh, um… yes is there something you need?" The librarian's son stuttered. "Oh, it's you." His voice was filled with annoyance.

"Actually, there is something you can help me with. I was wondering what books you had on music." The musician said while leaning against the counter. Zexion calmed down a bit, glad the mullet haired boy wasn't here to harass him.

"Well, um, right… come with me." The teen walked off and Demyx chuckled.

"That's what she said." The sitarist whispered to himself and followed the shorter boy. They arrived at a book shelf, filled to the brim with all kinds of books on music. Biographies, autobiographies, how to write music, it was never ending.

"Is there anything specific you're looking for?" The schemer asked. Demyx thought of something quick, wanting the shorter boy to stay longer.

"I need something on the history of music." The nocturne said the first thing to come to mind.

"Okay, I know the perfect one." Zexion began skimming the books. "It should be right….. There!" The teen reached for the book, only to find that he was too short. He reached for it again, and then reached for it on his toes. Carpe Diem, seize the day. Demyx thought as he reached over the shorter male to grab the book, their bodies touching, making the shorter of the two teens blush. "Th-thanks" he said, turning around to face the other boy.

"No, prob." The other replied as he took the book back to his table.

Demyx had been reading the book for about a half hour when he sought attention from the other boy. He walked up the front desk, book in hand. "Hey, Zexy, what's this word mean?"

"What did you call me?" the other boy said, turning around quickly so he could face the other teen.

"Zexy, you know, like a nickname. Or do you prefer Zex? You know, Zex kind of sounds like-"

"What do you want?" The blushing teen interrupted.

"Oh, yeah, what does this word mean?" He asked pointing to the word 'schmaltz'.

"Schmaltz is rendered pork, chicken or goose fat used for frying or as a spread on bread, especially in German and Ashkenazi Jewish cuisine."

"Wow, you sure do know a lot… what about this one?" He was now pointing to the word 'impervious'

"Impervious means incapable of being passed through or penetrated" Demyx then giggled.

"Heh, im-perv-ious" Demyx laughed some more. Zexion rolled his eyes. The slate haired teen then grabbed the microphone for the intercom.

"Please pardon the interruption but it is five fifty five pm, and the library will be closing in five minutes."

"That's right; the library closes earlier on the weekends."

"Yeah, so, I guess you should head home." Demyx nodded and headed for the door, then, before leaving, he turned around.

"Hey, listen, if you're not busy tomorrow, maybe we could… um…" Demyx stopped talking.

"I-I'll… I'll have to… um… o-okay." Demyx smiled and left through the glass double doors.

That's chapter two folks! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writting it. Chapter three should be done soem time next week. Remeber, reviews are appreciated and flames will be used to help Axel roast marshmellows. Bye-bye!