For some reason, Demyx was angry. Not at Zexy or Axel, but his dad. Who did he think he was, telling Demyx to shut his trap, to stop playing his sitar, or run about in the rain, huh? He thought he was his dad, but that's beside the point! Demyx decided that he'd just leave. Fuck that place, fuck him, and fuck his opinions. He practically kicked the door open and stormed into his room. He stuffed as much of his stuff as he could into his duffle bag, grabbed his school bag and sitar and just left, leaving his keys on the table.
Feeling accomplished and then realizing he hadn't actually thought this all the way through, he went straight to Axel's house.
"Mum? Can I stay here for a bit? I, uh, finally took Pops advice and, uh, 'Got the fuck out of there'." Julie gasped, covering her mouth. Running to him quickly, she hugged him in a tight, motherly way. He chuckled, plopping his stuff down and hugging her back. With zero hesitation, she led him to the spare room and helped with his stuff.
After unpacking his stuff, he plopped onto the bed and stared out the window. It was raining. He grinned. Just to spite his 'dad' and to declare his new-found freedom, he ran outside. He was barefoot and in a t-shirt, but look at all the fucks he gave! He was free to do it! He laughed, he laughed until he cried.
(…)
He found himself at the park, sitting on the wet swing-set, idly rocking to and fro. His gaze was upwards, watching the water fall onto his face, into his already wet eyes. He thanked whatever lord was above for deciding to wear a black shirt today.
He heard the swing next to him creak. Wiping his face (what good that did), he looked at the person sitting next to him. It was Axel! Mum must've told him that he dramatically ran out of the house into the rain and what not.
"So, you 'got the fuck out of there', huh?" He chuckled. Demyx laughed weakly.
"Yeah… somethin' like that."
"Dude, if that was your plan, I would've help you, got it memorized?" Demyx chuckled nervously.
"I know, it was a split second decision I made on the walk home." Axel raised a brow at his friend. There was a pause and Axel just shoved him off the swing into the woodchips.
"What the hell, Axel?!" He burst into laughter. He fell off his own swing from laughing so hard (the twat).
"You were being gloomy, it didn't suit you. Not in this weather, at least." He grinned at his woodchip-covered friend. Demyx chuckled, standing up and offering his hand to Axel.
"Thanks…" Axel nodded.
"You still need some time?" Demyx nodded.
"Thanks…"
"Psh, no problem."
(…)
Time passed quickly and suddenly it was supper time, as declared by the raincoat-ed Julie Rose. (You say nothing about what I just did with Axel's name. You say nothing.) Once towel-dried and changed, Demyx joined his new-but-only-temporary family at the dining table. Suddenly, whatever was clenching at his heart seemed distant and unimportant. Oh boy, the excitement was barely containable.
(…)
The following day, at school, Demyx was back to normal (for the most part) and the first thing he did was apologize to Zexion. Of course, the slate haired boy was absolutely confused, but he forgave him anyway. And, much to Zexy's distress, this time, it was Demyx who napped on his lap in the locker room.
