Author's Note: Here's chapter number 2! I'm soo happy with the fact that so many have favorited this already and it's only at the begining^^ So I wanted to thank all of you who have read this, and who haved favorited it. I'm not sure exactly where to go from here, so suggestions are welcome!
Chapter 2: We Have To Work This Out…
"WHAT?" The both yelled at each other.
"You got a problem with me Blondie?" Zexion snapped.
"It's you who has the problem you damn emo midget!"Demyx yelled back at him.
"I'm not emo, you dumbass jock!" Zexion yelled back.
"Both of you! Principal's office! NOW!" Aerith said handing them slips."Go!"
The two glared at each other and walked from class. The walked silently but angrily to Principal Xemnas' office. As they walked in they heard a conversation from inside.
"Axel! This is the third time this year you've been sent to me for setting fire to the food science lab! Detention all next week."
Axel grumbled and walked past the two, mumbling something about getting Roxas into detention too.
Zexion and Demyx made their way into the office and handed Xemnas their slips. "Hey Xemnas…"Zexion said with a sigh.
"I'm surprised at you Zexion. You rarely get into trouble, and frankly neither do you Demyx. Tell me what happened."
After a lot of talking at the same time, arguing and aggravation on Xemnas' part, the story was finally all told. The man sighed and shook his head," Since both of you have a very good record, I wont send you to detention this time. But if I see you two back in here again for fighting in class I'm going to have to." He said.
"Yes Sir." They both said with a sigh. The two boys walked from the Principal's office, both unhappy. Zexion was still pissed about working with Demyx, and Demyx was upset that not only did he have to work but that his partner, who he liked, didn't like him at all. Zexion and Demyx were silent until they exited the school.
"Well, we need to start this project…So we need a place to work." Demyx said, thoughtfully.
"We're going to work at my house. I should have all the material we need there." Zexion stated.
"You see, I was thinking my place would be better. I have some nice open areas where we could practice. Sorry to say it but you seem like you'd have piles of books in any corner of your house where you would actually study." Demyx said back. He really wanted to get Zexion to come to his house, show that he's not a bad guy. And he wanted him to like him; this would be a good step.
"I suppose that you do make a good point. However, would we need to actually practice the movements the first day we're working on this project?" Zexion asked as he thought about the pros and cons of each place.
"Well, I don't see the harm in practicing it as we work. That way we can work with the words, and see what sounds well together. You know what I mean, Zexy?" Demyx asked him.
"First off: NEVER call me "Zexy" again. Secondly…You do have a good point. I guess we can work at your house this one time…" He said in resignation. He sighed while Demyx inwardly grinned and high fived himself.
"Okay fine. I won't call you that." He replied with a nod. 'Now come on, let's get to my place so we can work." Demyx led the way to his house, which luckily was close enough to the school that he rarely had need to drive there, even though he had just gotten his license. Demyx pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. As he stepped in and turned on the lights, he knew no one else was home, not that he expected them to be. "Just take your shoes off at the door, and then follow me." He waited for the shorter boy to remove his shoes then he led them down to the basement which was wide and open. It had very little furniture around for the amount of space, just a chair, a couch and a TV on a stand. "This place'll be perfect for practice, plus all my material is down in the other room." He said.
"Well then, get the things you need from that room so we can begin." He said with a tap of his foot.
Demyx nodded and went into the other room in the basement, which happened to be his own room. He loved to play music, but his parents got tired of it after while so while in the basement they really couldn't hear him and he could play as much as he wanted, so it was a win-win situation. He stepped back out with a few books in his hands and set them down.
"Let's begin, shall we?"