Word Count: 1,101
Chapter 7
I blink at a sudden burst of light in my eyes.
"Nrgh," I groan throwing my arm over my eyes to block the light. I hear a soft chuckle from across the room and I remembered where I was.
"What time is it?" I moan sitting up slowly, rubbing my eyes.
"Seven-thirty." I feel the bed sag slightly and I look over at Zexion-still shirtless-with a towel over his shoulders and slightly damp hair. God, he looked sexy.
"Why're you up so early on a Saturday?" I ask dumbly.
"I've got work." Oh. No shit.
I bury my face with my hands. "Ugh it's too early for me to go home."
"Then come to work with me. I normally walk, but with one of us driving it'll be a lot faster."
"Sounds good and all but what do I wear? I can hardly go out like this." I take my hands away from my face only to have clothes hit my chest and I fall back into a laying position, startled. I sit up again and blink at the clothes in my lap.
"You can wear those, not get dressed before I'm late."
"You said you normally walk and I'd assume you'd leave about now. So if we're driving we still have a few minutes to spare."
"Just get dressed." He commands.
I chuckle climbing off the bed. "Don't look" I warn dropping my pants and grabbing the pair he threw at me off the bed.
"Why not?" he asks in a teasing tone, but he was looking away.
I slide one leg into the jeans. "Because I said so." I put my other leg in and button them up, zipping the fly last. "Ok, I'm decent."
Zexy chuckles opening his eyes as I slide the shirt he was lending me over my head, my arms finding their holes and going through.
"Come on, Demyx." Zexion says walking over to his bedroom door and opening it, holding it as he waves me through and closing it behind himself. He leads me out of the house, swiftly pulling my keys off a peg by the door and tossing them to me as we head out the door. "I figure you're trust worthy now," Zexion says "With no distractions on your mind."
"I don't know, you distract me a lot," I tease pushing the unlock button on the remote and opening his door for him. I walk around the car and slide into my own seat behind the wheel. Oh how good it felt to be trusted again. Even if it was only one night and one trip that I wasn't. I slide the key in the ignition with grace, enjoying it. You never knew how much you loved driving yourself until your friends didn't trust you for a night. "Where to?" I ask.
"The only book store in town, need directions?" he asks
"No I'm good; believe it or not I've been there before." I throw him a smile as I shift from park into drive and ease my foot on the gas pedal. We were on out way.
I stop the car in the parking lot and shift into park taking my foot off the break, looking at the store. It looked slightly more run down and abandoned that it had last time I had been there. And I had been there recently. For my mom's birthday present.
"Well, here we are," I say unbuckling.
"Yup," Zexion agrees following my lead but instead of climbing out we both just sat there, keys in my hand, car off. "Well, I should be going inside...." Zexion trails off but once again doesn't move.
"Yeah." I agree sitting there awkwardly with him. "So why aren't we getting out?"
"I don't know," Zexion answers before shoving open his door and climbing out. I scramble to do the same. I slide the keys into my pocket (yes my pocket, thank you very much) and smile at Zexion as we walk into the store. I had to fight the urge to hold his hand. For some reason it felt like that'd be rushing things. Even with our uber make-out session last night.
In side the store was your average run of the mill book store. Fiction, non-fiction, philosophy, humor, how-to, manga, and all your other book genres all categorized easy to be found and ready to be bought. The shelves that wanna be wood that looked like it but you knew wasn't. The book light and book marks and candy up near the register as if an after thought (which it probably was). What wasn't generic though, was the blue haired bored looking boy standing behind the counter, left elbow on the counter, head in his left hand, right hand drumming on the counter, eyes slightly open to see who was coming in.
"Saïx," Zexion says with a nod in way of greeting.
"Zexion," the blue haired boy nods back. "Who's your friend?" I could feel his eyes running over me. It felt like he was looking into my soul. Not a good thing from strangers. Not at all.
"This's Demyx. Demyx, this's Saïx, my co-worker." Zexion introduces indicating us as he says our names. I offer my hand for Saïx to shake.
"Pleased to meet you," I greet with a polite smile.
"Just tell me you're working on breaking his shell." Saïx says dismissing my out-stretched hand. I let it fall to my side, smile never faltering.
"I'm trying, but no complete promises," I chuckle and Zexion goes to the back to check in. Being left alone with a stranger left me feeling slightly awkward, since he was obviously not a very social person. Made me wonder how he had gotten this job in the first place.
"Has he said more than three complete sentences today?" Saïx asks making me jump slightly in surprise.
"Yeah, we had a full conversation this morning, Why?"
Saïx shakes his head with a chuckle. "I've never heard him say anything other than 'Can I help you', 'Here it is', or 'Is that all for you'. He seemed to communicate through body language to anyone, me and his other co-workers included. I figured it was probably at his school."
"Really?" I ask "At school he never talked with anyone through any means at all."
"Then how'd you get him to talk to you?" Before I could answer Zexion came out from the back. He gives me a soft smile and I return it.
"Sometimes sadistic friends are a good thing to have," I say in way of answer to Saïx.
A/N: wow...I haven't updated in FOREVER I'm so sorry, don't kill me! I got distracted with Fullmetal Alchemist and going on a splurge with that. I'm so sorry! Be happy I got his out! I'll try and get a chapter up for Christmas, and may (I stress may) update before then.
Your (much delayed) Author
~Evelynn
