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sweet talk 101

o7 : vindicated - dashboard confessionals

Kairi, Axel, and Riku were currently sitting in Kairi's room (since Axel downright refused to let Riku into his own room), trying to come up with ideas on how to approach Sora and Roxas without having something blow up in there faces. Well.. Kairi didn't need to worry about that so much...

"Look you guys. You can't just waltz up to them like everything's okay. Okay?"

Axel and Riku nodded simultaneously.

Kairi twirled a piece of hair around her finger, thinking. "Riku.. I think you'll have an easier time with Sora cos you're friends and all anyways. 'Sides, it was just an accident, right?" she hissed, casting a hell-freezing glare at Axel, who squeaked and ducked his head. It was a manly squeak, of course.

"As for you," Kairi continued in sickly sweet voice, making Axel shrink in his seat. "You're on your own. I don't want to get involved with any violence."

Riku snickered beside the redhead and Axel jabbed him with his elbow.

The redhead huffed and pushed himself off the floor of Kairi's room. "Tch. Why do I need to get all friendly with him anyway? He's just a pain in the ass."

"Because you keep fighting with him, asshole."

"It's fun."

Kairi began to retort but Axel only shrugged it off, slinking to his room. He wondered why he couldn't stop thinking about what Roxas's taste in music was...

He closed the door to his room to block out the sound of Kairi complaining to Riku and fell into his bed, burying his face in his pillow. Why did the kid always stray into his thoughts? It's not like Axel liked him or anything. Hell would freeze over before he did. The sun would explode before he did. Aliens would land on earth running around and screaming "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!" before he did. Because he sure as hell didn't.

Nope. Not at all.

x.x.x

As Kairi, Riku, and Axel spent Sunday trying to figure out ways to get close to Sora and Roxas, another certain blonde was making his way down the sidewalk to see a certain slate-haired teen that he had certainly not seen since last year.

...For certain.

It was a known fact that Zexion rarely showed up to his own parties. Because it was really his older, much well-known brother who hosted them.

Demyx had been hoping to see his (ex)friend at the party.. or, hell, even at school. But Zexion had a different schedule, and pretty much all AP classes. The only time Demyx would have a chance to see Zexion would be at lunch, but the teen was never there anymore. Not even at the library, where he usually preferred to be during lunch.

The blonde bit his lip nervously when Zexion's house came into view. The two had been inseparable all last year until their fight at the end of the year. Demyx blamed himself for it because he knew it was all his fault. And now.. now Zexion wouldn't even look his way.

Demyx gulped, standing on the front porch. He was afraid to see Zexion, but he was anxious, too. He had been fidgety all last week and Larxene had to hit him with a math book just to make him stop. It wasn't pretty.

So, he squared his shoulders, raised his head, and rang the doorbell.

...And nearly shrank when Zexion answered the door.

Zexion narrowed his violet eyes coldly. His hand was on the knob, ready to close the door on Demyx's face. "You."

Demyx gave the other teen a smile, which wasn't really a smile but a plea to not be killed on the spot.

"U-uh.. yeah. Me," Demyx started nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "Haven't.. haven't seen you in a while, Zex."

"I thought I told you I was done with you."

Demyx winced and cut his eyes away. He couldn't look at Zexion...

...He was a coward.

"Heh.. I thought you might've forgiven me by now," Demyx muttered, flicking his shy eyes up to Zexion's. The other didn't respond, only glared at Demyx with a look of such... hate, that it made the blonde cringe.

"Z-Zex.. I said I was sorry.."

"Yeah? Sorry doesn't change anything, Demyx. It's just a word. Saying sorry doesn't magically make everything better."

The corners of Demyx's lips turned down slightly as he looked back at Zexion. Had didn't remember him being almost his height.. Zexion had always been shorter..

"Zexion, I tried getting through to you every day all summer! But your mom kept telling me that you were out. I've been trying to apologize but you never let me!"

"There's nothing to apologize for. I'm done with you."

"Can't you just listen to me?!" Demyx cried, angry tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "I said I was sorry, I know I was wrong! Can't you trust me...?"

Zexion scowled and looked away, his bangs shielding his face. "I was always there for you, y'know. All the time. But you never stood up for me. Not once..."

"I know, Zex, but please, just lis-"

SLAM

Demyx stared at the door in front of him, the words dying in his throat. He wanted to call Zexion back.. He wanted the other to know that he was sorry.. so sorry..

"Z-Zexion.." Demyx whispered, knowing that Zexion probably wasn't listening. "I.. I'm sorry.. I've been trying to tell you that all summer.. I.. I was just scared. I didn't want to lose my friends by fighting with them over you. I-I was heartless and selfish and all those o-other things... But.. b-but I don't care anymore. I can lose every friend I have just as long as you'll be my friend."

Demyx closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the door. He could almost feel Zexion standing there on the other side.. breathing.. listening..

And so Demyx waited for Zexion to open the door. Waited for Zexion to forgive him. Waited for Zexion to take him back. Waited for everything to be okay.

And he waited..

..and waited..

..and waited..

...and waited.

x.x.x

"He hates me," Demyx said to his younger sister. Naminé flicked her eyes away from her canvas and up at her brother, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"I don't think he hates you. He's probably just hurt."

"Like that makes me feel any better."

"Well, do you want the truth, or do you want me to lie to you?"

Demyx huffed, stalking over to Naminé's bed and flopping into it. "I tried to tell him," he muttered, voice muffled by the white blanket, "but he just wouldn't listen.."

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah? Well, what the hell am I supposed to do?!" Demyx cried desperately, sitting up sharply. It wasn't so hard to see that the blonde had been crying.

Naminé sighed, leaning closer to her canvas. Pinks and purples and gold's swirled in crazy patterns at the bottom and faded into a navy blue with daubs of white littering the top.

"Look, if you want him to forgive you so badly, you can think of something yourself."

Demyx pouted, his shoulders slumping miserably. "I guess, but-"

"You'll figure it out."

He lowered his eyes and nodded, leaning back and stretching out on Naminé's bed. Something inside his chest cavity was twisting painfully, crushed between his ribs. It had been doing that all summer. "Yeah.. I will."

x.x.x