Memories

Memories

Chapter 4: Problems

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever own Axel the flaming smex. Nor will I ever own Demyx the water smex. It is a depressing fact I am well aware of.

Axel: It's about time you stopped reading those stupid pairing stories on Quizilla and got back to work.

Kyoku: Shut up, a girl can dream, can't she?

"You did what?" Dyme's sharp remark made Lea flinch, his eyes narrowing as he avoided eye contact with the other. "Lea, what the hell?! Are you just stupid or something?!"

It was Sunday, and Dyme had come over like they planned. For a long while, they had just watched TV, Lea being too reluctant to start any conversation. Finally, he managed to say one line, and then wished he had kept it secret. All he had said was, 'I kissed her,' and Dyme became furious.

"We were supposed to hold off, Lea! We were going to figure all this shit out! What the fuck were you thinking?!" The guitar Dyme had brought over – which he had been strumming absently moments ago – was now cast aside on the couch as the brunette stood.

"Don't you think I know that…?" Lea muttered in response, his eyes intently focused on any activity outside his attic window.

"No, Lea, I don't think you knew, otherwise you wouldn't have fucking done that!" Though the redhead wasn't looking at his best friend, he could hear the emotions in Dyme's voice that splayed themselves across the brunette's face. "Great, just great," Dyme then groaned, slumping back onto his spot on the couch.

Great, now Dyme was getting all huffy with him. Lea turned from the window, "Instead of whining about it, why don't you listen to what happened, you idiot," he growled. It wasn't like he meant it to happen, he knew what he did was a mistake on his part. "I was half asleep, and the thought just ran through my head. I couldn't help myself. I know I fucked up, Dyme, so just chill out, I'll fix it. Don't get all huffy just because I kissed her first."

That's right; Demyx likes her, doesn't he? I thought so…

Dyme's head shot up, a look of horror on his features. "What the hell makes you think I wanted to kiss her first?!"

Lea stared blankly at Dyme for a moment, brows arched, "First of all, your reaction says it all, and second… I'm your best friend, of course I'd notice… idiot. Delilah's cute, who could blame you?" He grinned at the last line, remembering how bright her eyes were when peering up at him on countless occasions.

"Yeah, but what if she's so upset about you're stupid kiss that she stops talking to us," Dyme remarked.

Lea's brows furrowed, he knew Dyme wasn't going to let this one go. The next snappy remark Dyme attempted wasn't allowed to finish. "Get out of my hair, Dyme, and out of my sight if you're not going to let it go! I fix what I fuck up, got it memorized? Now if you're not going to drop it, then get out!"

Silence broke between them, each staring the other down with glares set. After all the years of pointless little squabbles as boys, this was the one fight that could ruin the friendship forever if it went any further. Lea was able to see that, but could Dyme?

Finally, the brunette stood, grabbing the neck of his guitar. "Bit me," he snapped before leaving the room. The door slammed behind him as he made his way down the stairs. From the attic window, he could see Dyme crossing the lawn, heading back to his own home, without even a glance back.

Lea hit his fist against the wall; things were going from bad to worse. He stared out the window at the sky for a long moment, trying to plan his next step. "Fuck it…" he grumbled as he trudged to his desk at the far side of his attic room. He snatched the phone off its charger cradle and dialed Delilah's number on auto.

He held the phone to his ear as he slid down the wall, finally sitting on the floor. His head hung heavily as he listened to the automated ringing on the line, waiting for someone to pick up. One ring after another, and Lea was sure she wasn't going to answer. Just wait one more… one more ring, and then I hang up. If she— A click was heard on the other end of the line just then.

"H-Hello?" Delilah's hesitant voice leaked through the phone, and Lea's heart pounded harder.

"Hey, Delilah, it's me. Please, don't hang up. I need to talk to you…:

Axel picked at the food in front of him. He wasn't hungry, not in the slightest, but he needed something to get this bitter taste out of his mouth. Something about that last dream made him really… angry, he supposed. It was all fuzzy, but he could now remember why that dream had been full of such bitter emotions.

He had kissed Delilah.

That had to have been the stupidest thing he could have ever done before he became a Nobody, right? He sighed, stabbing at the slop on his plate once again before putting a bit of it in his mouth. It tasted alright. It was better than the flavor he had awakened to.

The clattering of a chair caught his attention, and Axel looked up to see Demyx taking a seat across from him, a similar plate of slop in front of him.

"Hey," the brunette grunted.

Axel didn't reply. He didn't want to reply, he was angry at Demyx. Why was he angry at Demyx? That part baffled him, but that didn't mean he was going to talk to the water-wielder. He just sat in his chair, playing around with his food, a glare set into his visage.

"Hey, Axel, you listening?"

The redhead lifted his head again to look at Demyx. Had the brunette really been talking? He hadn't heard a thing, although, he did have cases of selective hearing. His emerald eyes watched Demyx for a second longer, before looking back at his plate. Suddenly, he didn't feel like eating. He pushed away from the table, ignoring Demyx's attempts at a conversation.

"Hello, Axel. What the fuck?" Demyx attempted again, blocking the redhead's path. "What's your deal? I haven't done anything, so why are you ignoring me? Does this have to do with those dreams?" Axel didn't reply, making Demyx more firm in standing his ground. "What did you dream? What happened that's making you such an ass?"

"Get out of my hair, man," Axel growled shoving past the other.

On reaction, Demyx turned to Axel's retreating figure, "Bite me."

"Morning, guys!"

Lea looked up from his seat to see Delilah, smiling as she usually did, which was a big relief Monday morning. He couldn't keep the smile from sprouting on his lips, "Morning, Delilah," he greeted.

The other male seemed surprised by Delilah's cheerful behavior. Lea guessed Dyme had expected her to avoid them both because of Saturday. Lea chuckled; he said he'd fix everything.

Delilah actually seemed more cheerful than usual, and even though that made the redhead extremely happy to see, it also made him feel uneasy. His suspicions began to arise as they day moved on. The brunette girl wasn't hanging out with them during their breaks; in fact, he didn't see her at all when they had time. That made things between Lea and Dyme much more silent than usual.

At the end of the day, Lea managed to catch her on her way out. "Hey, Delilah!" he called, jogging to catch up with her. The brunette turned at his call, and actually stopped to let him walk beside her. "What up? I haven't seen you since this morning."

At that, her cheeks turned rosy pink, "W-well, you see… at first break…" Lea couldn't believe this; she was actually having a hard time tying to figure out how to explain her absence. She didn't have to come up with excuses. "At first break, Joshua, from our class asked if he could talk to me… and well…" She but her lip, contemplating what to say next.

"'Well', what?" Lea urged.

"He asked me if I wanted to go out with him some time. So I spent the day getting to know him…"

­Kyoku: Ouch! What a place to leave off. I can't go much further, I don't have time at this very moment. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. My brain hurts from trying to come up with stuff… ow. That and this is my shortest chapter yet, double ouch!

Please review and tell me what you think. I'd really appreciate it!

Sorry, I will try to make them longer.

Kyokugaisha Asumare.