AN: I'm nervous about Demyx's POV. I'm not too good at portraying this guy…Oh, well. I'll just have to try and hope for the best. Enjoy?

Disclaimer: No.

Chapter Three: Small World

DEMYX POV

Demyx was nervous. Why wouldn't he be? The gorgeous guy from last night hadn't texted him yet! He then scolded himself for thinking like that. There was a possibility that he hadn't found the number he put in there and what he typed in instead of his name. Or…(negative thoughts) he didn't want to text him. Maybe he knew that it was him and didn't want to talk to him, so he was holding back.

-GASP!- Maybe the guy thought he was too hyper! After all, lots of people thought he belonged in a nuthouse. Demyx had the tendency to not pay attention or be smart at all. In fact, he had the attention span of a five year old on crack. It wasn't his fault; he couldn't control it! He'd noticed that Zexion was one of those quiet and mysterious people. The slate-haired beauty probably thought Demyx's personality had too much in contrast to his own. Oh no! Zexion didn't like him!

The blonde started hyperventilating a little until Marluxia, the pink-haired wonder, gave him an eyebrow-raised look and patting him on the shoulder. Marly was his best friend. They had known each other since freshman year. Demyx had decided to try the gardening club since he had nothing better to do, and Marluxia was the president of it. That's how they had run into each other, and they had become fast friends.

"You okay?" Marluxia asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine."

"No. I don't think hyperventilation in the middle of class is what you'd call 'fine.'"

"I'm okay, Marly!"

"Go to the nurse," Marly commanded sternly.

"Ugh, fine." So Demyx excused himself from the class and was walking to the nurse's office until…

Out of the corner of his eye, the hyper teen saw a flash of red. He turned to see a tall, lean redhead with piercing green eyes (each had a tattoo under it) leisurely leaning against the lockers but thought little of it. He's probably just skipping, he thought. I'm just gonna mind my own business before this kid thinks I'm giving him "funny looks" and tries to beat me up.Then a teacher who was walking down the hall stopped in front of the redhead.

"Axel, what the hell?"

"Oh. Hey, Mr. Strife." Strife. This was the teacher that was having an unprofessional relationship with the principal. Ew. Old people love!

"Why are you out of class Axel?" the old, yet young-looking, fart queried. "You wouldn't be skipping, would you?"

"What? I wouldn't dare dream of such a thing!" By now, Demyx had completely halted his trek to the nurse and was staring at them, not even noticing how ridiculously blatant it was that he was eavesdropping. The teacher and student who were conversing, however, didn't seem to notice.

"Axel," Mr. Strife said as he sighed. There that name was again! Demyx knew he had heard right. That was the name of Zexion's friend from last night. "Oh. An idiot named Axel kidnapped me and brought me here. Then he left me on the couch like this to go find some little boy to rape."

Strangely, Demyx, who had the worst memory ever, had remembered every word the slate-haired teen had said to him. He couldn't forget the sacred words that came out of those luscious lips. I'm starting to creep myself out... , Demyx thought.

"I'm not even kidding right now. I was going to the nurse 'cause my leg randomly started throbbing in the middle of class. I don't know what the hell is wrong. And then I had to rest here at the lockers for a little since the throbbing was starting to grow."

"Fine. I'll let you go this time, since I have no proof that the thing about your leg is a lie and that you're skipping class. And because I know Leon favors you." Cool, thought the blonde who was eavesdropping. The principal favors this guy. How lucky. If I were favored by the principal, I'd love life so much more.

"Seeya, Strifey. Love ya long time," Axel said, as Mr. Strife rolled his eyes at the teen's antics. The buffoon didn't know how immensely homosexual he sounded right there. Then again, Strife knew that Axel was bi. After all, he had announced it during lunch whilst standing up on a table during the first month of freshman year. The teacher remembered because he had been the one to yell at Axel to "get the hell down."

When Mr. Strife walked away, Axel noticed Demyx staring a little dumbfounded.

"Uh…hey. Did you hear all that just now?" he asked. When Demyx kept staring into space and didn't answer, the redhead waved his hands in his face and said "Hey!"

Demyx finally snapped out of it and blurted out, "IS YOUR NAME AXEL?"

"Hm. Seems everyone wants to be my friend. Pft, I'm so popular."

Demyx rolled his eyes. "It's a simple yes or no question."

"Yes, my name is, in fact, Axel."

"Cool! Do you know Zexion?"

"Yeah, actually. We're best friends."

"Ohmigod! Really? That's soooo cool!" Demyx said, acting as if Axel had just informed him of his best-friendship with a celebrity.

"Um, do you realize he goes to our school?" Axel asked, red eyebrow cocked.

"Whaaaaat?" Demyx replied dumbly.

"The child goes to this very school."

"Whoa, I can't believe I never noticed him."

"Well, Zexion is in the smartass kids' wing, where they have all the honors classes and shit."

"Oh, no wonder. I'm in the dumbass wing."

"Same!"

"Still, I can't believe I didn't notice you before either. That hair is kind of hard to miss. Our school is pretty big though."

"You have no room to talk, Boy With Mull-Hawk. Yeah, why don't you come and sit with me and Zexion during lunch, since you seem to know him?"

"Can my friend Marly come too?" Demyx shouted unnecessarily loudly with a stupid, excited grin plastered onto his tan face.

"You know Marluxia?"

"Hellllllll, yeah. We've been friends since ninth grade. I love the man."

"Holy shit! Me too!" Axel replied, a little interested in the conversation now. "Well, except for the loving him part. And the being-friends-with-him-since-ninth-grade part. I've known him all my life. We're pretty good friends. Cousins, actually."

"Hmm, it's a small world after all."

oOo

Demyx and Axel walked into the cafeteria, Marluxia, the pink-haired wonder, following close behind with a bored look on his face. Suddenly, as the blonde was looking around, the redhead next to him stopped in his tracks.

"What the hell?" he heard coming from the teen next to him. The blonde, be-mull-hawked boy jerked his head to see what Axel was gawking at. What he saw confused him. Why was Axel so intently looking at a short, blonde boy who looked to be about a sophomore?

"Roxas," Demyx heard Axel say under his breath.

AN: Seriously, people! What is with you guys who read and favorite, but then don't take the like five seconds to review? Reviews encourage me! I'll give you an e-hug if you review. That's a promise. No joke. It's not difficult to press the review button and type some stuff, then press another button. It's a simple process, so please follow through. Hope you liked it. Tell me how you thought I did on the Demyx POV. Next is Roxas.