AN: My confidence of my ability to portray Roxas is lower than that of my confidence of my ability to portray Demyx. And the latter is pretty low, so don't expect much from this chapter. Sorry if you think it sucks, but leave nice reviews, kay? P.S., thanks so much to those who actually reviewed instead of favoriting and running. R&R STANDS FOR READ AND REVIEW, NOT READ AND RUN. I'm gonna threaten some more and see if that gets me any more reviews. Really, people. It boosts my confidence. I think I might have some short Marly POV incorporated into this. He might be part of a small side-pairing.

Writing for me is a long process, just by the way. It goes into a pink notebook 'cause I'm cool like that, and then it is typed up. I was really down last night because I was rolling around doing nothing until 10:30 pm (I actually was working on chapter 3), and I suddenly realized I had mad work to do. Midterms, oh me, oh my! Yeah, but my friend cheered me up by bringing me a banana muffin to school.

Aw, sorry for lengthy AN, I just like to vent sometimes. Really. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Is this really necessary?

Chapter Four: Something's Wrong With Me

ROXAS POV

Roxas, who had just been in the middle of a heated argument with Hayner over the lyrics to Elmo's World, randomly saw a faint flash of red from the corner of his eye. Kind of familiar, he thought, and he was about to disregard it and get back to his conversation with Hayner. Just then, Roxas had a flashback of the night before. A flash of red. So very familiar. Then it hit him. OH MY GOD! Last night, at the party, just before that gorgeous redhead came up to me, that very same flash of red is what I saw!

So the short blonde slowly turned his head around to get a better view. Holy mother of God. It is him! Striding towards the teen was the very man he had just been thinking of. Jesus Christ, he was sexayyy! Roxas composed himself in time to hear Axel's greeting. "Hey, Roxy."

"Thurmusswuh?" Roxas, oh so intelligently, replied.

Axel just looked at him, amused.

Roxas remembered where he was and who he was talking to, and he suddenly bolted upright from his hunchback position on the lunch bench. "Oh! Hi, Axel! Sorry. I kind of have the tendency to space out…"

"I…gathered that information on my own."

"Heh. Yeah."

"So, why don't you come and sit with me and my friends at our table?" Axel asked, looking to the spot where Demyx and Marluxia previously had been. He saw that they had already gone on to their table to meet up with Zexion. He also saw Demyx jumping up in the air and proceeding to glomp the slate-haired teen. Zexion fell to the floor, still shocked at seeing Demyx. In his mind, Axel was laughing his ass off. He, however, managed to maintain composure.

"But my friends—"

"Eh, you can leave the losers. C'mon."

"Uh, okay." Roxas shot Hayner a significant glance, and Hayner nodded in understanding.

"Well, see ya Rox," Hayner replied.

"'Kay."

When the two teens, the junior and the sophomore, reached Axel's table, Demyx and Zexion were still in the glomp-stage. Well, Demyx was in the glomp-stage. Zexion was having post-glomp trauma and was sitting stiffly on the floor, trying to push the blonde off. Marluxia watched them, face-palming at the idiocy.

"Hey HEY hey!" Axel shouted at the trio, who ignored him and looked to Roxas.

"Who's the keeeeed?" Demyx asked, his arms still hooked around Zexion's shoulders, clearly elated at seeing him.

"Retards and one smart guy, this is Roxas. Roxas, meet retards and one smart guy."

"Hey…uh, guys," Roxas coyly said.

"I'm Demyx!"

"Marluuuuuxia."

"Zexion."

"Okay, now that introductions are over, I think we should eat. It is, after all, lunch time," Axel voiced.

"Good plan, good plan!" shouted the mull-hawked sitarist.

"I'll skip," Zexion said indifferently.

"Whaaaat?! But Zexy, you're soooo skinny!" Demyx shouted.

"Demyx! First of all, do not call me that ridiculous nickname. Second, why are you shouting at the top of your lungs?" Zexion questioned, rubbings his temples in frustration.

"Oh, thaaat? That's just like, my voice. I sorta can't control it. And isn't Zexy such a cute name? So many innuendo possibilities!" Demyx replied with a half-smirk, half-grin.

"Oh my goodness. CAN WE JUST EAT?" Marluxia shouted to break it up.

"Fine," Zexion said, sounding bored. Normally, he would protest more at the nickname, but since it was Demyx…

"THANK YOU!" Marly shouted again, blocking off Zexion's thoughts.

As the five were eating, Roxas noticed Marluxia constantly staring off into something behind him. At first, Roxas had thought the pink-headed man had been creepily eyeing him, but then he realized he wasn't. He decided against turning around to see who it was, because then Marluxia might think he was nosy and wanted to know what he was looking at. Well, it was true, but he didn't want to seem it. It was his first time meeting the pinky; he had to make a nice impression.

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MARLUXIA POV

There he was. And he was beautiful. When wasn't he? Marluxia reveled in all of Vexen's glory and confidence as he watched him over Roxas's shoulder. How could someone be so perfect? The science teacher was even more perfect than the beautiful flowers that Marluxia could grow. But the man was a teacher…

Teacher-student relationships were, of course, strictly forbidden. Apparently, it was wrong. Apparently, it was against the law. Apparently, it was unprofessional. Well, it was right. Well, Marluxia was almost eighteen, thus making him a minor no more. Well, it was professional, no matter what anyone else said about it!

Sigh.

He, of course, would have to consult Zexion on this matter as well. He knew the slate-haired teen could give uber-awesome advice when he wanted to, and he was in the need for some right now.

He cursed himself for falling for a teacher. How? How could he, a lowly student, do this to himself? He knew he wasn't getting over this any time soon, so he'd have to do something about it.

So while he was spacing out, he made a list in his head.

Things to do in an attempt to stop trying to get with Vexen:

Stop thinking thoughts about him at random times.

Stop thinking wrong thoughts about him at random times.

Stop!

When he noticed Roxas looking a bit perplexed, he decided he should get into their conversation, whatever the hell it was about. He didn't want anyone getting suspicious of what he was feeling…

AN: I know, I know. I'm just too awesome. Just yesterday, I put chapter three up, and now four is up. I should be doing homework, but I took the liberty to write this within 30 minutes. I would like you to review/favorite/add to alerts as a show of your appreciation.