This is a Demyx x Zexion friendship story. I loved writing this one! Demyx seems to be in character in this one, and so does Zexion! Oh, and thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed so far! It's appreciated
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I always liked playing by the stream in the park. Maybe it was because I just liked water. Maybe because it was quiet. Or maybe because he was there sometimes.
For the longest amount of time, I never knew his name. I was always splashing around in the cool water and watching the guppies swim back into the lake, which lead to the ocean. I noticed him one day though.
He had some weird mini-microscope thing. He was looking at the grass, and occasionally he would pull away to write something down with his little pencil and notepad. I got curious about what he was writing.
"Hey you, what are you writing?" I asked cocking my head. He looked up, then went back to writing.
"You! With the weird hair!" He looked up again, the stood, and ran away.
I frowned. What was his name?
I spent my next few days there, waiting for him to be there. He never was. But, one day, he was there before me sitting on one of the rocks. He didn't notice me sneak up behind him.
"Hi I'm Demyx and I want to know what your writing because you look like your writing a lot of stuff down." I said grinning. He frowned.
"Turn that frown upside down mister!"
He glared at me and went back to writing. I tried to peek over his shoulder at what he was writing, but he quickly snapped the book shut and turned to me.
"These are private notes." He said. "And, I'm Zexion."
"Nice to meet you, Zexy." I said holding out my hand. He gave it a look of disgust before grabbing my pointer finger and saying "Charmed."
"You talk funny." I said laughing. He rolled his eyes.
"And you talk too much." He said walking away. I followed.
"So, what do you like to do at the park?" I asked from behind him.
"Study the stream."
"I like to play in the steam." I grinned.
"You do know that you ruin the ecosystem of the stream and kill the fish when you do that?" He asked stopping and turning to me.
"No…I didn't." I said. I was shocked. How could I, Demyx, kill my favorite animal of all time? I was shocked at myself. My eyes began to water. "Oh my gosh, I'm a fish killer!" I started to cry.
Zexion sighed.
"Look, Demyx," He began. I looked up with a tear streaked face. "Technically, you didn't kill the fish, but you can." I lifted an eyebrow.
"I can?"
"Yes, you can. But if you were to stop splashing around in the stream and leave them alone, they can live and make more fish."
"Really?"
"Trust me." He kneeled beside me and put a hand on my shoulder.
I smiled. "Thanks Zexion."
"Your welcome."
He sat next to me, quiet for a second.
"Do you really think my hair is funny?" He asked. I laughed, and he laughed along.
I found myself hanging around with him every time we were at the park together. Which was almost every day. He would tell me about things he learned and I would listen. Then I would babble on about something unimportant and he would listen.
What a wonderful friendship.
