Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor do I own the song 'Poppin' Champagne'.
(Axel: I know you didn't see me at all in this chapter, but I have a lot to do with the next!) (Me: I don't think that's up to you...)
Title: Love Song
Chapter 4: His Voice
His Voice
"You're good at this," I told Demyx, who had stopped playing his sitar to listen to me.
"Nah," He paused and blushed ," It just takes practice." He set his sitar on his bed and kneeled by the chair I was sitting in. He held my hands in place on the sitar.
"There are lots of ways to hold a sitar, but this the way I use. It's the most comfortabble, in my opinion." He smiled, moving my hands and making the sitar emit a beautiful sound.
"Is that way I should stroke it?" I said, covering my laughter from the perverted thought in my head.
"Yes. Exactly like that. Now you try it on your own." He smiled, taking his hand off mine. The heat from his hand was no longer there. I felt sad.
I stroked the sitar, making the same sound as before. I was proud of myself. I had accomplished not playing a terrible note, making Demyx's ears bleed, and the sitar didn't spontanously combust.
Deymx smiled at me. I hung my head and smiled too. He was so adorable. I wanted him to like me. Possibily to love me.
"Okay, now that that's out of the way, the rest of it is easy. You just have to learn the finger placements and that's when you can learn songs." He went back to his bed and sat down.
"Do you know any songs?" I asked. My voice was weak. I felt like my attraction to him was too obvious.
He nodded, picking up his sitar. He started strumming again, but he stopped. He smiled at me.
I wanted those lips against mine. But shaking the thought, I said "Can I hear one?"
"Yeah, but my singing isn't the best, so bare with me." He said. I laughed slightly as he started.
His finger movements were going at a medium pace. The melody of the song was amazing. I soon recongnized it.
He started singing:
You've got me poppin' champagne
I'm at it again
Caught up in the moment
But not in the right way.
I'm falling in between
Tearing up at the seems
We're just aiming to please
And the aethetics don't hurt one bit!
I smiled, knowing the word that came next. It was my favorite song, after all.
So follow me down
Take this all the way
Any way you want to!
I didn't know what he was talking about. His voice was amazing. He was an excelent singer and an amazing sitar player.
Why don't you say so?
I think i'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they dispise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
I stood up and started to dance to the song. I was only here two days, but I already felt welcomed. I started to sing with him.
You've got me thinking that
Lately I've been wishing
The television set would show me more
Than just a picture of the things I've grown to detest
I strip down my diginty
They can take all of me
But they won't ever take what I still believe.
I stopped singing, watching him. He swayed ever so slightly as he sang. He was loving it. I could tell that this was his favorite thing to do. I let him take the chorus.
Why don't you say so?
I think i'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they dispise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
I watched him even futher. His voice was begining to get rough, but still beautiful. I could tell that this song had a great meaning to him.
Give up and let go
I'm just a boy with a dream
And you can take one look
As I fall in between
With my eyes just as wide as my mouth can be
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
This song did have a lot of meaning. His eyes started to wander, looking away from me. But I could tell they were watering, almost about to cry.
I know, I know, I know
That there's a place for me somewhere out there
I know, I know, I know
That theres a place for me somewhere out there!
His voice was now shaky. He was almost crying.
Why don't you say so?
I think i'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they dispise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
Give up and let go
I'm just a boy with a dream
And you can take one look
As I fall in between
With my eyes just as wide as my mouth can be
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?
He set the sitar on his bed. He was crying. I sat down on the bed next to him. He needed comfort.
"Are you okay?"
"No." He said in between sobs. His crying was really hard.
"I could tell that the song had a lot of meaning. Was it a bad meaning?"
"Yes." He paused, "When I came out to my dad, he called me a fag and said that I could never make it as a singer. He couldn't deal with me, so he sent me here."
"You're gay?" I asked him.
"I hope that doesn't change anything between our newly found friendship. You're the only person i've told."
"Don't worry about it. You made everything a lot easier." I smiled. Knowing that he was gay meant that I could kiss him and he would be completely grossed out.
"What do you mean by th-" I cut him off, pressing my lips against his.
"Oh. That's what you mean." He said slowly. He kissed me, putting his hand on my back. His lips felt even more wonderful than I had imagined.
I kissed him back, turning the light brush of lips into a deep, hungry kiss. I felt his teenage boy instincts kick in. He pushed me back onto the messy bed. The sheets were tangled and ruffled as I fell back on them.
I felt his body weight on me, but I didn't mind. He kissed me again and again. At one point he even shoved his tounge in my mouth. I felt his hand moving under my organiztion robe, sliding it off.
I propped myself up on the bed with my elbows. If I wanted things to work, I didn't want things to go to fast.
"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting down next to me.
"Well, I feel like we're moving a little too fast."
"I know what you mean. I'm sorry."
"Don't be, I enjoyed every second, but I want to take it a little slower."
"You mean if we wanted a healthy realationship?"
"If you want to be in one."
"Totally!" He smiled. This was exciting. He wanted to date me!
"So is this like a secret or something? Us I mean." I asked. I had to know so that way I didn't blow it.
"Yeah, just for a while. I promise." He smiled. I smiled back. I leant forward towards him, he finished it off by kissing me. I smiled again.
He picked up his sitar and started to play again...
tbc