Author's Notes: I'm beginning a series of drabbles! These will be various settings, various pairings, various characters, various ratings (from G up to R) and typically between 100 and 1,000 words. Expect them in no particular order and with no particular regularity. In honor of Zemyx day (Happy 9/6 everyone!) I'm starting with a Zemyx drabble.
Title: AM to PM
Pairing: Zexion/Demyx
Rating: PG (mentions of underage drinking)
Word count: 350
Inspired by: AM to PM by Christina Milian
He was going to KILL Axel. It was a Friday night, and all he had wanted to do was curl up on his couch with a mug of Oolong tea (black, of course) and read On the Origin of Species. He was more than halfway done, and all of his classes kept him far too busy to work on it during the week.
Axel, of course, was of the opinion that the only fun thing one could do with a book was set it on fire, and that it was only acceptable to drink Oolong tea when it was mixed with three shots of Firefly. Zexion would have asked himself (yet again) why he was friends with Axel anyways, except he already knew the answer: Axel had appeared in his life and simply refused to leave.
This was, of course, in sharp contrast to tonight, when Axel had forcibly dragged him out to 'Nobody's Home' (Axel's current favorite club) and then disappeared after a short blond that caught his eye, leaving Zexion back to a wall, nowhere near drunk enough for this, but marked by 'X's proclaiming him too young to drink any more. Simply put, Axel would NOT be seeing the sun rise.
"Hey." Zexion whirled to his left in response to the soft, breathy word next to his ear. Fortunately, the music came back up then, so the weirdly-hairstyled dirty-blond glitter-covered (insanely sexy) boy (in the tight shirt and leather pants) perhaps mistook his babbling as an actual sentence. Whether or not the boy was fooled was not apparent, but he did lean in again, this time speaking to match the volume of the surroundings. "Wanna dance?" Zexion's face flared, but before he could begin stuttering his protests (I can't dance! I need another shot! Why are you talking to ME?) the boy's hand trailed down Zexion's arm, entwining their fingers, and Zexion's mind went totally blank.
However, as the boy (who yelled back that his name was Demyx) led him out on the floor, one thought did cross his mind: he might let Axel live. Barely.
Sorry for the super-cliché ending! What can I say, I like cheese.