A/N: Chappy has been rewritten, R&R Please! :)
Zexion POV:
Softly, yet very loudly, Demyx's pencil was tapping off the desk repeatedly, the sound cutting through a silence that had descended upon the class. Professor Ansem kept looking over towards Demyx, who was sat next to me, leaning backwards on his chair and staring into space like an idiot. I can't say I blamed him though. Last day of school, and normally every other teacher in the school would let us watch movies, or let us talk and have fun.
But not Professor Ansem. He was making us write an essay.
Now generally, an essay for the lesson would be fine for me, I'd plan it out in fifteen minutes; finish it in the last forty. Demyx could probably do the same. All would be well for an hour's lesson. Except this wasn't an hour long lesson....
This was a triple lesson; one lesson before lunch, two after. Three. Goddamn. Hours.
I resisted the urge to smack my own head off the table, instead finishing my essay on my theory of the heart, ending it with my signature and putting the work in a folder. Demyx watched me, his aqua eyes following me as I moved towards the front desk, placing the folder in a bright red box labelled '10x1', and going back to my seat.
One full year of GCSE studies over, one more left. I rolled my eyes, sitting back down whilst resting my elbow on the table, and let my eyes fall into the connected hand and block my vision.
"Demyx?" I whispered, "What time is it?" I could imagine the blonde looking at the broken watch on his wrist, fiddling with it so he could tell the time, and then looking up in time for me to guess the answer.
"It's twenty-five to three." At this answer, I almost screamed in annoyance, hoping that it was at least quarter past three.
"Are. You. Shitting. Me?"
"No Zexy. Although my watch may be broken, as it has apparently been twenty-five to every time I look at my watch."
"Check your goddamn phone..." He did so, looking at the dull screen with a confused look, before looking back up at me.
"Um... Apparently it's eight twenty-six... In the morning... On the first of January." I was on the verge of grabbing my theory book and hitting him over the head with it.
"Why does it say that?"
"I may have reset it this morning when I pulled out the battery." His voice was weak, as if he was certainly expecting the blow to the head that came seconds later, my theory book alerting the class to the injury with a loud 'smack'.
"What time did you pull out the battery?" I hissed, putting the book on the table and sending an apologetic look at the professor.
"About seven- Zexy put that book down!" He practically fell backwards out of his seat, not expecting the look of amazement that came on my face when he said that.
"Seriously?! That's great!" I almost hugged him, instead resisting the urge and folding my hands on the desk.
"I-It is?" He was obviously confused.
"Yes! If you pulled out the battery at seven o'clock this morning, then that means it's now twenty-six minutes past three! Only two minutes left of class!"
"Wouldn't it be four minutes?"
"Well by the time we have finished this discussion, and then it will be two minutes, even check your phone." I answered, packing all my stuff away and watching as Demyx did just that. He then looked up, semi glaring at me.
"You have good time keeping skills." He commented, until he went back to his tapping and leaning on the chair, as we both waited until the bell for the end of the day came. It didn't come, not even when the school clocks all hit half past three.
"Now class, this lesson is to be extended temporarily as the year elevens are finishing off their leavers mass. The bell will ring at quarter to four, and you will all be allowed to leave for your six weeks off then." Professor Ansem sat back down in his chair, ignoring the groans and complaints of everyone in the small classroom. Demyx must have been feeling brave, because he pulled out his school clearance card, stood up and muttered a 'fuck this', before leaving the classroom. I apologised to the professor, pulling out my own clearance card and following him.
I caught him as he was going through the gates, shoving his clearance card into the little slot and slipping through. I did the same, running up to him and glaring as he smirked at me.
"Having trouble getting through the new gates?" He cackled, watching as I shoved my card into my bag, cursing the school for getting gates that needed a card to be opened.
"No, I was having trouble attempting to catch up to you! It may be the last day, but that doesn't mean you can go and do that!" I hissed, readjusting my bag and yelping slightly when Demyx grabbed my upper arm, pulling me off down the street.
"I need to show you something! It's truly awesome, and you'll love it!"
"I don't like the sound of this."
"You wouldn't! Just come on..." I tried very hard to stop myself from choking at the innuendo's I could add to that sentence, but failed. Demyx went bright red, hitting me lightly.
"You know what I meant! Just follow me!" His hand moved from my arm to my hand, his fingers locking with mine and pulling me after him towards Sunset Station, shoving me roughly onto a train and jumping on after me.
I merely raised an eyebrow at him, rolling my eyes at the fact that he was almost sixteen years old, and yet he was jumping up and down like an idiot. His hoodie arms were pushed up to the elbows, the faintest hint of a bruise under his elbow showing, but hidden skilfully. I shook my head sadly at this, and also at the small, barely detectable scars on his forearms. He sensed my stare, met my eyes and gave me a look that said 'just leave it alone'.
Eventually the train came to a stop at the other station, the brakes screeching and causing my body to shake in horror at the sound. Demyx only stifled a giggle, grabbing my hand once more and dragging me through the glass doors to the station, leading me out to the plaza and spinning me back around to face the station clock tower.
"Tada!"
"Um, Dem, I hate to burst your little bubble of happiness that you have going on there, but loads of people know about the station clock tower. You see, unbelievably, it's right next to the towns most popular way of transportation." I informed him, sarcasm dripping through my voice. He grinned widely, his boyish face alight with pride.
"You don't really think that the actual tower is what I wanted to show you, do you?"
"Well, judging by the way you said 'tada', then I assumed yes." At this he scowled towards me.
Demyx POV:
I'm not really sure what compelled me to bring my best friend to one of the most romantic, but generally invisible spots in twilight town. Although it was probably my subconscious telling me to get the fuck over the barriers and let him understand that I'm completely and utterly in love with him. To let him understand that the only time I feel safe is when I'm wrapped in his arms after I've ran from my home. It's strange, as he only goes up to my chin and yet when I'm with him I feel safer than I ever have. I've kissed his cheek a dozen times and told him 'I love you'. But he probably just thinks I mean it in a friendly way. Anywho, to the matter at hand.
When he responded to my tada, I scowled evilly towards him, grabbing his hand once more and dragging him around the back of the station, under the bushes and then pushed him behind an old stone statue.
"Sometimes, Zexy, I wonder if you just think I'm totally and utterly stupid." I murmured, causing him to cast a glance in my general direction, a strange look in his midnight eyes.
"Aw Dem, you don't really think I think that of you, do you?"
"Do you need me to answer that honestly?"
"Is that sarcastic?"
"Is the grass green?"
"Actually no. It can sometimes turn a yellow colour if not nurtured, and not all grass is the green we see in twilight town." There was a very proud, very smart tone to his voice, which made me roll my eyes and wonder why I even try to argue with him. He always wins anyway.
"... Meh." I muttered, turning my back to him and heaving all my weight against a concrete looking part of the wall. Zexion looked at me as if to say 'give up now', but I kept pushing, until eventually the door gave way, the concrete looking thing opening and my body falling through with it. Zexion had grabbed me last minute in a half hearted attempt to stop me falling, but only ended up with us both on the floor, his smaller body on my chest.
He smirked at the look of pure shock that must have been on my face, climbing up off my body and brushing himself off. I then watched him as he stared around at the high roofed room, staring in awe at the long, dusty white staircase that circled up to the very top of the tower. I stared too as I stood up.
"Whoa..."
"Now this is what I wanted to show you. Bet you didn't think that this was here!" I whispered in his ear, before grabbing his arm and pulling him up the staircase.
"I honestly didn't. I didn't think there was a way to get to the top."
"How do you think they got the bell up here? Anywho, they must have tried to hide the entrance, because as far as I know, no one else has been in here for years. Apart from me." I smirked, stopping in front of another wooden door that had a shoulder mark in the dust, most likely from my left shoulder every time I came up here. Like usual, the door swung open when I heaved against it, although this time I didn't fall with it.
I walked towards the edge, Zexion behind me and most likely wary in case I fell over the edge. Which I would probably do seeing as my mind is still in a haze from having Zexion on top of me.
I sat down on the side, watching Zexion do the same and watch me as I leaned back, my hands on the warm concrete. I smiled over at him, thinking of a question and asking it without thinking.
"Where do you think we'll be in ten years?" He looked surprised at this, and pursed his lips in thought whilst I practically died inside for asking it.
"To be honest, I don't really care. As long as we're still friends, then it won't matter that much." He smiled as he said this, and I grinned back, my insides exploding into song at the newfound fact.
"And I think the same." I grinned, thinking to myself how pretty Zexion looked when the sun was bouncing off his face, making his skin seem to sparkle. I laughed at myself for being so mushy; Zexion looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I've told you once before, if something is making you laugh for this long, then you are not allowed to do it." He muttered, a small smile gracing his lips as I just shook my head and returned to my thoughts.
If I was ever in love with Zexion before, it was nothing to what I felt now.