The same thought passed through Demyx's mind through-out the day: He agreed to meet me.
At first it was a shocked whisper as Demyx wrote his math test. He had just barely finished the problems on his sheet, his mind still on the conversation he had with Zexion.
'Don't touch me again...You stole my virginity...Why should I listen to any of your bullshit?' His words stung. But, the other words that Zexion spoke came in to sooth him.
In gym class he hurled each dodge ball at the other team's members, a smirk on his face. 'He agreed to meet me!' He repeated to himself, this timehis inner tone was over-joyed with the fact that he might actually have a normal conversation with the male. While in the changing room, however,his inner voice changed to a paniced tone. 'Why would he want to see me? What is he going to do...is he going to yell at me some more?
I deserve it...' Demyx's thoughts began to trail for a moment, until his breath became shallow and he looked around, 'What if he brings Saix?'.
He raised his right hand upwards to gingerly touch the bandages that were on his nose.
'What the hell am I doing?' Zexion inwardly growled while walking down the hall way. He had hoped to just walk past Demyx, ignore him and have his life move on. The slate haired teen walked into the boys washroom, looking around quickly to make sure no one else was there.
After reassuring himself that he was alone, Zexion moved over to the small mirror that hung on the wall. Doing a quick once over of himself,
Zexion made sure that his eyes weren't red. He seemed presentable enough.
With a sigh he left the washroom and continued to his locker, the final bell was about to ring. No, Zexion wasn't worried about being caught skipping class, there was no class that he was skipping; he had a spare. Though he wished that his spare was second period instead of last so he wouldn't have had to sit through Chemistry with Axel.
No, the red head didn't say much, but when he did speak Zexion had to use all of his will power to not reach across the table and slap the other teen.
"Y'know, Demyx is really sorry." He'd say, or, "I wish you would look past what had happened..." and so on.
"Axel has no say in this." Zexion whispered to himself while putting away his books. His attention then turned to his wrist watch, which read 2:45.
"Hm, five minutes." So he left to wait outside for Demyx. 'Why the fuck am I even going with him?' He thought to himself, 'What's going to happen? I will not forgive him for doing what he did to me.'
Looking to his watch for the sixth time now Zexion saw that it was two-fifty one. One minute later then when Demyx was supposed to be there.
"Told him I would leave at this time." And, being true to his word, Zexion began to walk away.
"Wait! Wait, Zexion!" He heard from behind him. Turning around to look at the annoyance he came face to face with an out of breath Demyx.
"Sorry...Gym class...Had to shower...Sorry.." Ofcourse Demyx would be out of breath, the gym was way on the other side of the school.
"...Fine. Let's just go." Zexion's eyes narrowed as Demyx's hand accidentally brushed his as they walked. The mullet haired boy responded by quickly pulling his hand away, "Sorry, Zexy-" another glare from Zexion, "Er...Zexion."
A few minutes passed, silence filling most of the space around the pair as they walked off of school property. The only sound that they could just barely hear was the tick-tick from Zexion's watch. Finally, after figeting at the akward air, Demyx spoke up.
"Uhm, well...I don't have money right now, so I figured we'd go to my place and I could make us some lunch or something and we could talk?"
He suggested, only to have Zexion grunt in reply. The blonde figured it was an accepting grunt, seeing as how Zexion didn't protest as Demyx's house came into view.
They stepped through the door and kicked off their shoes. Outside the pair had noticed that Demyx's parents weren't there; seeing as how neither of their cars weren't in the garage. His younger sister Namine had said this morning that she was going over to a friends house for dinner, so they had the house to themselves.
It was a nice enough place: the outside of the house was white and had a grey-ish black pointed roof, with a chestnut colored Carolina door. A nice front yard filled with vibrant green grass, off to the side was a well kept, small garden with pink and yellow tulips.
The inside of Demyx's house was just as nice; cozy and relaxing. The walls were painted with a light coffee color, and there was maple flooring. The base of the couches and chairs were mahogany, with white cushions ontop of the wood, and matching end tables.
Once their shoes were off they made their way upstairs to Demyx's room. His walls were painted sea-foam green and his carpet was white.
Though the walls could barely be seen between the posters of different bands, movies, and video games. A small end table was adjacent to his bed, and a white desk was opposite of that.
"Well, take a seat?" Demyx suggested while motioning to his bed, only to receive a questioning and unsure glance from Zexion.
"I promise I won't do anything. I just want to talk to you, Zexion." He reassured the other while sitting beside him on the bed.
Demyx noticed how Zexion moved away just the slightest, but he chose to ignore it.
"Okay, start talking." Zexion nodded for him to begin and sat there patiently as Demyx gathered his thoughts.
"Alright, I guess I should start from the begining." He took a deep breath and turned to face Zexion, who was then sitting cross legged on the bed and facing him. He followed and sat in the same positon, his head lowered a bit.
"I guess it started at the camp. Y'know, where I met Larxene and Axel? It wasn't as great as I thought it would be. I was a wreck; home sick and moody..."
(Back to summer, at camp.)
Demyx groaned audibly while laying on his bed for the next month. He missed his house. He missed his own bed, in his own room, where he didn't have to share with a cabin mate who he hadn't even met yet. He missed his friends. He missed his BEST-friend.
He remembered the good-bye with Zexion he had as he was leaving for the camp. They were alone and Demyx wouldn't let him out of a death-grip hug. "We'll see eachother the first day of school, don't worry about it Dem." Zexion said while hugging Demyx back for the tenth time.
"I know, it's just...A month. I can't believe I won't see you for a MONTH!" Demyx's lower lip trembled in the most adorable way to Zexion as he was hugged again. "I don't want to go, Zexion."
"That's a lie." Zexion chuckled, "Besides, you were the one who signed up for the camp, and you know that you'll regret it forever if you don't go. You love music, and this will help you learn new skills. So go and have fun, I'll write to you."
After a bit more convincing Demyx finally got on the bus and left, waving to Zexion out the window all the way down the road until he couldn't see the head of silver-blue hair anymore.
"Zexion.." Demyx sighed out once more while rolling onto his stomach, his face burried in the pillow.
"Who's Zexion?" A voice asked from above Demyx, "Your girlfriend or somethin'?"
The blonde looked up to meet the emerald green eyes of his new cabin mate. He had fire-engine red hair, pale skin, and two triangle tattoos underneath each green eye. "Well? You gunna say something?"
"Oh. Sorry, no that isn't the name of my girlfriend." Demyx sat up on his bed as the unknown male sat on the end of it. "Actually he's my best friend. He's like...my closest friend and it sucks that I won't be able to see him for a whole month." He explained.
"I see...you sure you guys aren't goin' out or something? You kept sighing like a school girl with a crush." The male chuckled as he dodged a pillow that Demyx had thrown. "Sorry, sorry. But I understand, I have the same issue. I wish I could see my bud Roxas. But my ma' forced me to go here. My name is Axel, by the way." The redhead, Axel, said.
"Demyx. Why were you forced here?" The blonde hunched forward, listening intently to what Axel had to say, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Hrm, where to start. I guess I just pulled the last string for my mom y'know? I had done somethings before; a fire here and there, a bit of vandalism. Heck, I got drunk once or three times...or more. But it was never too much." Axel tilted back some and didn't seem to notice Demyx's snort at Axel's definition of 'too much'. "I had always ended up home safe. No damage done to myself, except for maybe a bruise, and no damage to another person. But then I got alittle too drunk. Not only did I leave a guy in the hospital, Xigbar was his name, but I got these." He then motioned to the two tattoos under his eyes, "So that was the last straw. She said I needed to learn some 'discipline', she explained it as; people who are learning an instrument need to pay close attention to what they're learning so they can be good at it. Or some shit, I dunno. I wasn't paying attention. Blah blah blah, once I can play the guitar very well I'll be able to go home. She would have sent me to boot camp but that Xigbar guy was going there and they didn't want to cause a scene. So that's the story of Axel." The redhead chuckled and looked to Demyx.
"Yeah...in all honesty I love music. I've always had a passion for the sitar and my friend Zexion mentioned the camp to me. So I signed up and raised the money to come here. I know it's only been a day, but I miss him." He sighed and looked down to his hands, watching as his thumbs twirled around eachother.
"...Are you sure you aren't gay for him?" Axel looked to Demyx with an arched brow. After hearing the question, said blonde looked up with a bright red face.
"W...What?" Demyx stuttered out in shock.
"I said: Are you sure you aren't gay for him. Geez do you need me to spell it out for you?"
"Of course I'm not! I'm not...No. I don't think about Zexion like that..never...I just...Uhm..." He was at a loss for words. Sure, he loved Zexion. But like a brother...Right?
"Right. Well, I'll let you think about that while I go and get some food from the kitchen. I'll bring you back a soda." Axel stood up from the bed and left the cabin, leaving Demyx to his thoughts.
(Back to Demyx and Zexion.)
"Well as heart warming as it is that you met Axel, and missed the hell does that have to do with what you did?"
Zexion finally spoke up, his brow furrowed in thought as he tried to connect the dots.
"That's just it. I missed you so much and I couldn't understand why. I know we wrote to eachother, but it wasn't enough. I wanted-no. I needed to see you. I couldn't stand being away from you and it confussed me. I thought that it was wrong." Demyx looked down and stared at his lap, hoping that he was getting through to Zexion.
"I..I had dreams of you, Zexion. Not the type of dream where you would just happen to be there. I had...intimate dreams about you." He began to feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
Zexion simply stared, unsure if he should cut in, or if Demyx was going to continue. Eventually Demyx did go on.
"I dreamt that I was holding you like a lover would. Nothing too bad, just holding you or a nuzzle, and at first I thought it was because I missed my friend. But then they turned into us kissing, then us touching and..." he let out a shaky, embarassed breath.
"It confussed me. I thought I shouldn't be thinking of my friend like that, so I began to hang out with Larxene after I noticed her loud laughs at the smallest jokes I made. I could tell she liked me, and I exploited it to get away from my own thoughts. I feel terrible about leading her on,
but I thought that's the only thing that would help me. So when she asked me to go on a date I saw it as the best way to get these thoughts out of my head completely."
"So you went and had sex with her." Zexion cut in and began to stand from Demyx's bed, he didn't need to hear any more of this.
But before he could get far, Demyx grabed onto his wrist.
"Ihat's just it, Zexion. I was drunk, I was just about to go all the way with her but...It wasn't her. I didn't see Larxene laying beneath me.
I...I saw you." He finally looked up to meet Zexion's shocked eyes. His own eyes threatening to spill tears.
"So there you have it. Yeah, I did use Larxene. I used her to get you out of my mind, but I snapped. When I thought I saw you beneath me I knew."
"Please, Zexion...just give me another chance." Demyx took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, contemplating on if he should say what was on his mind, put it all on the line.
"I love you." The blonde finally said, making eye contact with Zexion.
Zexion just looked at him.
chapter end.
AN: Holy hell that took me awhile to write. I know it kinda jumps around but I hope you guys liked it.
What will Zexion say? Will he give Demyx another chance? We'll find out next time ;3