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Author's Note: Oh man, I don't even know how many months it's been, but I'm sorry to anyone who even still reads this story. You rock. Forever and ever + one and a half. Woah. Impressive. Anyway, I started a new story, it's AkuRoku, and called The Sweet Life. It's all about ice cream. Yup, those are some pretty attractive words! I'd love you forever if you checked it out, left a review. I LOVE REVIEWS. And I'm totally whoring myself out for them but ashgasaks I love them. Please leave them. D| Alright, without further adu, the next chapter of INQT. Enjoy~
I'm Never Quite There
Chapter 4
"You never answered my text, Demyx."
Alright, okay, so admittedly Demyx had been expecting this conversation. His last text to Axel had been rather… shady. "I think I made a move on Zexion." The blond would have confronted himself, too, when coupled with the fact he didn't answer the forty texts he got in reply. No, wait... forty one.
Really though, he wouldn't have busted a lung and ran across the entire school so that he could end up sweaty and panting at his locker.
"Uh?"
"You never," Pant. "answered," Pant. "my," Pant. "… oh god, I need some water…"
With a snort, Demyx struggled to recall the digits of his locker code. One... One... One? Oh damn it… "How'd you even know I was here? I just got in the building, and by the looks of it, you were in, what, algebra?"
Axel took a dry swallow, and glared at his friend. "Wood shop."
Roxas sidled up behind Axel in big, shiny sunglasses (Sora's, no doubt) just as the first bell rang, biting his lip and stifling laughter as he said, "Hey g-guys."
One slim eyebrow shot up his pale face as Axel opened one eye wider then the other and looked down at Roxas with a gaze similar to a bug. Or Vexen, one of the many asshat professors at their lovely hell sch- … high school. Yah.
"Axel… y-y… Pffft-"
"What, Roxas?"
With a slam of his locker, Demyx turned with a grin on his face. "Your hair, you goof."
"My… hair?"
"It's everywhere." Roxas snickered, gazing at the two through the shaded lenses.
The normally gravity defying spiky red tresses were scraggly and, like Roxas said, absolutely everywhere, making Demyx's friend appear like a… porcupine? Point was, it was freaking hilarious looking. So, with a sigh, the hair went up into the ponytail, and Roxas' face certainly did not color as the shirt tightened around Axel's chest, framing his muscles and abs, as the arms went up.
Really.
"So, Demyx. You didn't answer my question." And there was the question the blond so much wanted to avoid. "Text. Never answered. Douche-bag."
"It's nothing. I just sort of, kinda, accidentally… y'know. Grabbed his ass. " One, one, two…
"SEXION'S??"
"I was aiming for his cat!"
"Um, excuse me?" a familiar quiet, polite voice broke through Axel's shouting, and Demyx cringed on instinct. How the hell did you greet someone you groped the day before? 'Oh hey, what's up? How's your ass?' "If you're referring to me, my name is not Sexion."
"Way to look intelligent, Axel. Really," the shortest of the group stepped forward and smiled, nodding his head in Zexion's direction. "Hey Zex."
"Roxas." the boy nodded in return. The teen was today wearing a loose, thin grey T-shirt, Demyx noticed vaguely. Each time he'd seen the shorter before, he'd been wearing a hoodie. Also, he was just as lean as his ankles-
Around my wais-
-and wrists-
Pinned above his hea-
Had hinted. Jeez, the kid needed to eat a hamburger something, that lanky-
Sexy-
…bookworm.
-
"How are you?" Zexion asked politely, brushing back his bangs.
Luckily for Demyx, the greeting broke him of his (perverted) thoughts. It also gave him a distraction topic. "Fine, I guess."
"You two know each other?" Demyx asked, suppressing a sigh of relief. Thank god, thank ROXAS for the save! Later, he decided he wouldn't even harass him about his big, goofy sunglasses. He looked like some sort of bleach blonde scene girl. Was he wearing eyeliner under them, too? Maybe he'd gotten a tramp stamp over night…
"Yah, Zexion's in advanced lit with me seventh period."
"Yes, now, if you could please excuse us," Demyx watched as Zexion smiled thinly at his friend and his other redheaded acquaintance; his stomach dropped into the soles of his shoes. "I have to talk to Demyx."
Ohhhh no. Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood-
"Yah, sure."
Nononononono-
"Let's go, Axel."
"Roxas, no wait-" Demyx pleaded with his eyes, watching with horror as Axel complained about how he never asked about the text.
The pair turning for their retreat…
"ROXAS-!!!" Aaaaaand shit was the only thought circulating through Demyx's mind at the moment, as his friends walked away.
So much for sighs of relief.
Roxas, consider your sunglasses thoroughly mocked.
… Goofy glasses!!!
Demyx turned, placing the biggest shit eating grin on his face he could manage, he back nervously into the locker he had yet to open; and it certainly would have been more believable, Zexion thought dryly, if he wasn't shaking and didn't look absolutely terrified.
"Are you okay, Demyx? You look a bit…" Nervous? Horrified? "… pale."
"Yah," the blond sighed, "Um, feeling down, I guess? Uh… About last night…?"
"Forget it." the teen said with a flick of his wrist, pulling out his textbook with his other hand. He glanced up at the other because of the rare moment of silence, just to make sure he was still paying attention (he might have been listening to music, or had fallen asleep against his locker…) and saw a look of the utmost confusion.
"… What?"
"Forget it? How often are you molested that you can say 'forget it'?" Demyx snorted, anxiously running a hand through his hair.
"Not so often that I was willing to kick you out of my house. Often enough," the shorter teen flipped open the book and pressed it against the locker as a make-shift desk, "that I'm willing to forget about it."
"Uh… creepy?" … Well what else was he supposed to say? Poor Demyx, stuck next to a kid groped enough to barely care.
… Wait…
What?
Zexion shrugged. "Sure."
The second bell rung as the book snapped shut. Zexion had showed a still very confused Demyx on what he planned to do, and what Demyx would get to do. (Mainly glitter the poster halfway to hell and back. Fuck yeah! Right up his alley!)
"We have a few minutes until first period, would you mind coming to the library with me for a second?" Zexion asked, shoving his book back into his messenger back. "I left my homework in there, and there are still a few things I need talk about with you."
"Why not?" the blond replied with a yawn, not like he was going to be first in the classroom anyway. Or last. Luxord always walked in after his first period, for dramatic effect Demyx supposed. "I don't have much else to do."
"Besides grope me?" Zexion smirked.
"I was aiming for your cat, dammit!"
"And for the left panel we'll put miscellaneous uses of titanium… does that sound good?" Zexion asked, idly blowing back the bangs from his face again, he flipped a page in his book.
"I think so." Demyx replied automatically, his hands laced and cradling the back of his head as the pair walked down the hall.
"What about the right panel?"
"I think so."
"… what?"
"… I'm sorry, what was the question?"
Demyx winced at the aggravated sigh that whistled past the other teen's lips. "I mean… Yah, what was the question?"
"Demyx." Zexion shook his head in aggravation, "Are you sure you want to help? I mean-"
"Yes, yes I want to help! Last time I cheated on something like this, I almost failed Chemistry." The two turned into the media center, automatically hushed by Ms. Paine, aka Ms. Uptight-And-Unmarried-For-A-Good-Reason.
… Kids could be cruel.
"Teachers hold grudges, Zexion." the blond whispered, scanning shelves at random. Zexion rolled his eyes skyward, making his way up to the front.
"Not to offend, Demyx, but you're not exactly the most skilled when it comes to Science." He approached the desk and mumbled something to the librarian, who pulled out a folder and began rifling through it.
"Not to offend, Zexion, but you're really short." the musician snorted, plucking the paper that the librarian offered from her hand before Zexion could manage, and turning around.
"Hey-!!"
"Shh." Ms. Paine scolded.
Zexion glared at Demyx as they walked out, students rushing around them as they hustled to class. "Give that back."
"Admit I'm smart."
"Okay. You're smart. Give it back-" The bluenette hopped to try and reach it over Demyx's head, messenger bag bouncing against the side of his black jeans.
The blond singsonged a quick, "Mean it!"
Then promptly froze as Zexion jumped against his front, giving Dem a good feel of his abs.
He snatched the paper easily as Demyx's arm distractedly fell in shock, damn… Zexion was ripped.
"Thank you," Zexion huffed, straightening his t-shirt and brushing back his curtain of bangs to more appropriately glare at the taller blond boy. "Now I've got to get to class. Sorry for keeping you?"
"I think so."
"… what?"
Demyx jumped to life, rubbing the back of his heated neck as he struggled to step back from the confused boy. "Y-yah. No problem."
"Alright, what are you doing at lunch?" Zexion recovered slightly, though he was still staring at Demyx cautiously. Demyx took a few deep breaths to steady his voice.
"N-nothing."
"Okay. We can meet in room 203, then?"
To fu-
To scre-
To make you-
STOP!
He managed to nod shakily. Zexion seemed content with his answer. "Alright, Lunch D, am I correct?" Another shaky nod. "Alright. Until then."
As Zexion walked away, Demyx wiped his brow and turned, started heading for Luxord's class while thinking to himself, against his will, that maybe Zexion didn't need a hamburger or something after all.
It felt like he had enough man meat for the entire class.
The lunch line was moving absolutely nowhere. He could bet it was stopped completely or something, because kids kept yelling for food and "What's the holdup?!" had rung in his ears at least five million, twenty nine thousand, four hundred twenty two, point five two times already.
And, okay, that might've been off by a bit.
TEN million, twenty nine thousand, four hundred twenty two, point five two times.
That was better. More approximate.
"WHAT'S THE HOLD UP?!" Demyx hollered, jumping up to look over the head of one six foot four Seifer Almasy. Demyx was six foot two, so it figured he got stuck behind the next tallest kid in school besides Axel, who was behind him.
"IS THERE LIKE A TRAFFIC PROBLEM?! Who crashed? Was it a Ferrari, I hope it was a Ferrari…"
"Demyx, will you shut up?" Axel grumbled behind him, looking over the crowd, "It wasn't a Ferrari, it was a hummer. A hummer and a hot pink punch buggy."
"… Wait, Rai raped Kairi?"
"No, Leon raped Cloud."
Demyx laughed, and punched his friend in the arm, "Seriously, what's going on?"
"Rai fell on Kairi, and there 's food all over the place. It's nasty." Axel hummed, peering over Demyx's head at the space ahead. Demyx sighed and tapped his foot against the cheap cafeteria linoleum.
"I'm gonna be late," he mumbled to himself, crossing his arms as his Converse wore a hole in the floor.
"Okay, I'll ask the obligatory 'where are you going' question. You ready for this? I hope you are, because here it comes," Axel took a deep breath, and put on his very best concentration. In every continent of every country, actors and film critics shook in anticipation as he prepared. The world was at a standstill.
"Where are you going?"
Around the world, cheers broke out, and Sanjaya girl bawled her eyes out like Axel was a singing angel, welcomed down from the heavens to announce that he was Jesus, and he liked his toast crispy, or world peace had rained down from the heavens, or like… he was the first fresh cut into a new piece of construction paper… point was, it was perfect, and yes, Axel did give out autographs.
But only if you were cool.
So fuck off.
"I'm meeting Zexion in Ms. Gainsborough's room." Demyx answered, fighting back tears of joy. The line moved up a grand total of half a step, and behind him Axel groaned in annoyed exasperation.
"Ooooh here we go!"
Demyx blinked. "… What?"
"Here comes the law suit."
"What?!"
Axel sighed and wiped a hand through his hair, teasing the fire engine read spikes as he shook his head. He gave Demyx a steady gaze that clearly read 'oh my God are you dumb or something? This is extremely very obvious and you, sir, have the IQ of a piece of fruit, like a melon, or a pear, or something, the point is though you are very dumb and I have not the slightest clue has to why I hang out with you but I suppose I'll explain what I said despite this fact because I've been quiet much too long now and you look kind of sad."
CLEARLY.
"Alright, so, you grabbed his ass, correct?"
Demyx shifted in place uncomfortably, "Yeah."
"That's sexual harassment, dude! He'll sue the pants off of you, and you're, like, poor. Geez, do you even have money for lunch?"
"Uh…"
Axel nodded, "Exactly. You'll be living in a box by the end of the week. Sucks for you, dude. Sucks for you."
Demyx laughed, "I've always wanted to be a professional hobo." Axel snorted and looked up over the line again.
"Yah, well, I'll visit you in your box. You better have wine in a paper bag though, it's the only reason I'm still friends with you. You're my future hobo friend with cheap booze." He shook his head, "Geez, Dem, this line isn't going anywhere at all. You're going to be late for your lawsuit."
"But fooooood-"
"Fine then, stay here. He's gonna be hot for your balls anyway, now that you've grabbed his ass." Demyx turned around, staring at Axel with something akin to horror.
Oh what are you complaining about? That doesn't sound too bad…
"Axel! That's sick!"
"Then stay here, Jesus Christ. Stop making me repeat things." The redhead finally just slapped his hand against his face, but quickly drew his face away. "Ow, Jesus, my tattoos still sting."
"Because you're still insane," Demyx snickered to himself, turning back around in line and attempting hop over Seifer's head to see again, to no avail. "Oh whatever," he sighed, stepping out of line.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"To steal food from Roxas!" Demyx hollered back over his shoulder as he stepped around tables of juniors and seniors alike.
Behind him Axel shrugged, "Don't steal the pudding cup! That's mine!" he yelled back.
"Holla!"
"Don't say that!"
Dem approached the table, where Roxas and Marluxia were sitting in an awkward silence, and took a seat beside the pinker of the two. The table was emptier than usual, he noted, and quieter. Obviously, the first thing he registered was the fact that, hey, his earphones weren't in! So, that explain why it was quiet, problem solved…
Buuut that didn't make up for the emptiness of the benches.
… Did his MP3 sit at the table?
He vaguely remembered stealing tater tots from it once… Oh no wait, that was Riku.
OH!
"Where's Riku and Sora?" he questioned, triumph in his voice, as he began rocking back in his cafeteria seat. Roxas shook his head and swirled his finger around and around in his bag of Fritos.
"I don't know," the blond sighed, goofy sunglasses partially blinding Demyx with the reflected sunlight spilling in from the cafeteria windows. "Sora said they had to go pick up a paper from Aerith after class, and that they'd meet us back here. But Sora hasn't showed up yet, and I'm kind of worried. I mean, Riku's with him, buuut… he's, yanno… Riku."
The sandier blond laughed and stole one of Marly's apple crisps.
"I bet you they got lost in the halls." the pink haired drama department leader mused, taking a bite out of an apple slice. "Fell in some sort of hall, landed in Wonderland. Met a red queen, got their heads chopped off."
"Marly, you've been getting way too into the play lately…"
Roxas ran a hand through his spiky blond tufts of hair, swirled all around his head but somehow still facing the left, when not… His hair, admittedly, was almost as cool as Demyx's. Almost. Now that he thought about it, their gang all had pretty cool hair…
Damn, he got off track a lot.
What was Roxas saying?
"--mean, they've been spending a lot of time together lately, yanno? And Sora barely ever talks to me, he can barely look me in the face. It's like he's mad at me, or not telling me something." Roxas looked up at the two, with a hint of desperation for some sort of understanding, "This isn't the Sora I know, Sora always tells me everything, I'm just worried is all. You guys understand?"
"Mhm, I suppose." Marluxia nodded, staring down at the table in what looked reminiscent to extreme thought.
Demyx blinked, biting his tongue. Oh God, that was awkward. He knew what was up with Sora… and his friend was emo-ing about not know aaaand… yeah, that was just awkward. "Yyyeahhh, well, uh, I'm meeting someone outside, who's, yanno, not wearing extremely large, ridiculous sunglasses-" Demyx said he was going to get revenge, didn't he? Mwahaha- "so I'll talk to you guys later, okay? Sorry 'bout Sora Rox, don't know what to tell you. Nope, not at all, heh heh heh…" he sat up from the bench and pulled his legs out from under the table.
"Bye," and he was quickly out of the cafeteria, leaving a confused, startled duo in his wake.
Axel sauntered back to the table quickly after Demyx left, and took his usual seat next to his best friend. "Hey guys, what's uuuuuuu… DEMYX, YOU ASS, YOU TOOK THE PUDDING CUP!"
Marly snorted and smirked down at the table, before he swiftly took a bite out of his apple slice.
"Holla."
Demyx blinked in surprise as he stepped out from the cafeteria double doors, Zexion was standing against the wall outside, reading. The fluorescent lights shined right through the teen's skin, making it seem paper thin. He wondered if it was windy inside the school, would Zexion blow away?
I know something else that could blow him aw-
Don't!, Demyx scolded mentally, walking up to the quietly reading boy who hadn't noticed him yet. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, peeling the plastic film of the top of Roxas' pudding cup. "Hey," The indigo haired teen looked up from his novel, to which the blond completely freaked out as the shorter of the two began unzipping his messenger bag. Oh shit, he was suing him! "Dude, um, before you like give me a subpoena you should know I'm like, poor. Like, really poor. I live in a cardboard box and drink cheap wine from a paper bag, and the government came and took my box away so…"
"Demyx," Zexion quirked an eyebrow, and stared at Demyx like the boy had completely lost his grip on reality in the time span of half a second, "What are you talking about?"
"Uh… nothing."
"I thought we were meeting in Ms. Gainsborough's room?" Demyx quickly covered up, and Zexion took the hint, and quickly dropped the conversation.
"Well, you were taking a bit long," he started instead, putting away the book into a random pocket in the black and blue messenger bag, which hung at his side. "I thought maybe it was because you were getting lunch, but…" he nodded at the snack pack, "I was wrong?"
Demyx blinked a colored bit, rubbing at the hairs on the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, uh, I was, but the line was really wrong because Cloud raped Leon," Zexion widened his eyes in complete surprise, and shock, "Oh, wait, no, Leon raped Cloud," …He seemed to mull that over, and decided apparently that was a more likely story, "So Axel told me to not eat Roxas' pudding cup, and I started talking to Rox, and Marly has apples… and, well, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but, point is I'm late."
Zexion blinked. "… Ah."
Demyx shrugged. "Yeah."
"And you still have Roxas' pudding cup anyway?"
"… I haven't eaten it."
"Yet?'
"Yet."
Zexion laughed and turned around, starting to head in the direction of the stairs. "Alright, well I asked Ms. Gainsborough if we could use her room to work on the project, and she agreed, we should be allowed in here every lunch period until the project is finished."
"You aren't afraid I'll grope you or something?" Demyx smiled, heading up the steps closely after his project partner.
"If I was," Zexion started on the second part of the stairwell, "I would have given you a subpoena."
"… Touché."
"So, Demyx," the two stepped off the last step and into the hall way, taking the required right on the little journey to Aerith's room. "Leon raped Cloud?"
"Well, not exactly. See, uh, Rai, you know him? Big buff guy, likes to say 'y'know?!'? Yeah, well he fell on Kairi, and Kairi spilled her food, and the line get held up because I guess there was a lot of it, so I just took Roxas' food." He licked at the top of the pudding to further his point. (He'd forgotten a spoon.)
"Pudding." Zexion corrected. "That… can't be food. That's nothing but fat and artificial flavoring." Demyx gaped, how the hell could some one not like pudding?! It was God's gift to Adam and Eve, or something, whatever he learned at church, right?! Go forth in the world, and eat delicious pudding, and make sure to bang that Eve chick so I can get some kids up in here?! THAT WAS STRAIGHT FROM GOD'S MOUTH!
… Or something!
"How can you not like pudding?" Demyx shook his head in bewilderment, "Seriously, something is wrong with you. If I could eat pudding for the rest of my life, I would be one happy guy."
Zexion shrugged and brushed away the curtain of hair from his face to appropriately smirk at Demyx, "You'd be one overweight guy."
"Eh, sacrifices. As long as I got pudding, I'd be fine."
"That… seems just like you," Zexion straightened his messenger back on his shoulder, and pulled it into a more comfortable position before turning to face Demyx again. "You also mentioned talking to Roxas?"
Demyx blinked a blushed a bit, Zexion seemed like an understanding guy, and he might not understand the significance of that part of the story if Demyx didn't mention something about the… ahem, secret he had on Riku and Sora.
… Then again, he could've been like that stout faced prick he met at church, the one who told him Adam and Eve HADN'T been given pudding by God and… oh, that justified Zexion a bit more about the whole fatty flavored chocolate thing.
Demyx shrugged, "Eh. Roxas is just paranoid about Sora for… some reason." Demyx could be vague?
"I don't mean to prod, but, may I ask what reason?" Or Zexion could outsmart him.
The two arrived at the door to Ms. Gainsborough's room. "Well, uh…" Shit, should he tell him? Demyx wasn't good at making things up on the spot, dang it! Clever bastard.
"Well…" He opened the door to the room, fully prepared to sit down and tell Zexion a long, intricate tale on the wonders of peanut butter and Sora's secret mission to recover the world's stock of jelly from evil master mind Xem-Ass, which was completely untrue but would effectively save his own ass from breaking the promise he made to his friends…
… Buuuuut there wasn't really any way to cover up two shirtless teenage boys making out on a teacher's desk.
His pudding fell from his hand and onto the cold, unforgiving floor, splattering and dying all over the tile.
…But hey, at least he found them.
…Woo!
"OH MY GOD!" Sora squealed and rolled off of Riku's lap and onto the floor, clutching his shirt and covering his nipples as he rolled around and around on the tile, gazing with pure horror at the open doorway like it was actually the extremely terrifying door to KINGDOM HEARTS, ready to take their hearts and throw them into oblivion, as unlikely as that was.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE DEMYX YOU SHOULD BE EATING LUNCH AND ENJOYING YOUR SNACKPACK AHAHAHA I'M NOT SHIRTLESS-"
Riku groaned and hung his head in his hands, "What the hell, are you stalking us, Demyx? Geez, we're not doing anything different! These are our usual places!"
Zexion blushed wildly (like he wasn't already colored like a raspberry) and sputtered a bit, stumbling back a step or two.
Demyx just kinda kept quiet, because if that wasn't the single most arousing thing ever, theeeeen he didn't know what was, as fucked up as that might have sounded.
Holy shit, Zexion would look so good on my lap like that.
"I, uh," the blond recovered slightly, "d-don't wanna hear about your, um, usual places, Riku. Seriously, that's really--
Hot.
--gross. Ew."
"NOPE, NOOOO I AM NOT SHIRTLESS AT ALL THIS IS MY UH, NIPPLE SHIRT. IT LOOKS LIKE NIPPLES, AND I'M HOLDING RIKU'S SHIRT RIGHT NOW BECAUSE RIKU IS SHIRTLESS BECAUSE HE'S RIKU AND HE'S SILLY-"
"It's not my fault you tend to find us whenever we're into it, geez." Riku muttered, looking more than a little aggravated that he'd just been cockblocked. Again. Jesus Christ.
"--LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW RIKU! HE'S ALL ABOUT THE NIPPLES. RIKU AND HIS NIPPLES, WHEN WILL HE EVER LEARN?"
Riku blinked. "Sora?"
"AHAHAHAHA!"
"Sora!"
"RIKU HAS SUCH SILLY NIPPLES!"
Zexion waltzed over kindly to where Sora was sitting upright on the tile, flipping out and laughing hysterically about nipples, and slapped him on the back of his head. The room fell quiet. Finally.
"…Feel better?"
Sora nodded, eyes open wide, like two crystal balls, ("Or blue balls," Riku thought petulantly, "God dammit.") "Yah, a little. Thanks, bro."
Zexion nodded patiently, "Anytime."
Demyx walked over to the nearest desk and sat down, followed shortly after by Zexion who took the desk next to him. "You do know," the slate haired teen started, "that there is a camera in each classroom, correct? Have you done anything to prevent the cameras from seeing you at all?"
Sora laughed and absently scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, that's actually where my real shirt went. I lied, I'm not wearing a nipple shirt. I left mine at home."
Demyx looked up at the camera in the corner of the room where, indeed, Sora's shirt had been thrown over it to prevent anything from being seen. Demyx had to admit, that was pretty clever.
I'll keep that in mind.
"And I suspect Ms. Gainsborough has no knowledge that you two come in here, what I suspect is, regularly?" Zexion continued, keeping his voice steady. The color had receded from his face. The other two nodded. "well, Demyx and I are going to be in here at lunch for a while-"
Sora gasped, "To make out?!"
And Zexion's face was promptly raspberry flavored again. "What?! No!"
Demyx had trouble keeping from laughing, because A) Zexion totally had that coming, B) The thought he'd entertained after that was, despite pervy, actually quite acceptable, and C) Sora had the audacity to keep talking. Which was always freakin' hilarious. Demyx loved his friends.
"Because we could totally have a make out party! We could bring candles and stuff, and just make out! Heck, I could even bring music! Do you guys like The Faerie Bunch?! They're almost as awesome as Tifa and the Pussycats-!"
"Does he ever stop talking?" Zexion asked desperately. Riku and Demyx shook their heads amusedly.
"Nah, not unless you do this," Demyx leaned over the top of the desk to where Sora was on the tile, jabbering away excitedly about making out and such, and tugged on a strand of the brunet's hair, causing him to yelp and flinch back with his eyes watering. "See? Efficient." he snickered.
"Sora, they're not having a make out party with us," Riku poked Sora's cheek affectionately, "I guess they wanna do it alone,"
Zexion sputtered, "What?! No-!"
"Newbies."
The boy hung his head in his hands, and Demyx smiled good naturedly, "Oh my god." he groaned. "We're not here to make out-"
"Orgy?" Sora supplied.
… Demyx hated his friends.
Because that sounded so hot right now. And God knew Zexion would say no.
"Well…" Demyx blinked and looked up, holy crap, he was going through with it!
"No. Never."
…"Tease." Dem muttered under his breath, and the room broke out in laughs. Too bad that wasn't a joke. Not at all. Still, he laughed anyway, if only to convince himself he wasn't genuinely disappointed. Truly genuinely. Nope. Not at all.
"Well," Zexion stood, swinging his messenger bag back into a more snug fit on his right shoulder, "You two can, um, 'finish up' if you'd… like."
"Awesome!"
"We were going to anyway," Riku smirked, "whether you left or not."
Zexion gripped composure, "Ah…I, um, see. Well, I suppose we should leave, Demyx. You're secret-- this is a secret, correct?-- is safe with me. No matter how wrong. Remember, though, we'll be in here tomorrow." The teen began towards the entrance, followed by his blond project partner. "And we're not going to work with you two in here, so you will not be here, correct?"
Riku sneered, "You're cruel."
Zexion smirked. "I'm clever."
Demyx took a deep breath, "I'm out. I'll see you guys later. I'll see you in here at lunch, Zexion?" The slate haired teen nodded. "Alright, bye guys." And, true to his word, Demyx left quickly, and pulled his MP3 from his pocket to start for the closest bathroom.
And if any one might have questioned him exactly why he wasn't up to his full talking standard back in the classroom, well, he'd challenge them to hold a conversation while they had a raging boner, too.
