AN: Okay, so in this chapter, I'm actually going to have—gasp—Texting! The story will actually match the title now. Weepee! Alright, brace yourselves. I will make a sad attempt at some humor. Sorry if you find yourself unable to see the humor in it. My life is sad. Enjoy!

PS: I AM CURRENTLY IN THIS SITUATION WITH DEMYX'S CIVIL WAR PROJECT. EXCEPT IT'S DUE TUESDAY. BUT I HAVE TWO TESTS THAT I NEED TO BE STUDYING FOR THAT ARE ALSO ON TUESDAY. I am just so devoted to writing. I am currently trying to write this, work on the Civil War project, and study for the tests at the same time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, foo'.

(READ THIS: THIS CHAPTER TAKES PLACE LIKE WEEKS AFTER CHAPTER FIVE. NOW EVERYONE HAS BEEN FRIENDS FOR A WHILE.)

Chapter Six: Civil War Project

DEMYX POV

Demyx had just sat down on his couch and turned on the T.V. He was finally starting to relax when his phone starting ringing uber-loudly. Boom boom boom boom, I want you in my room. Let's spend the night together, from now until forever. Boom boom boom boom, I wanna double boom. Let's spend the night together, together in my room! Demyx groaned. Popular to contrary belief, the teen actually new the difference between what was loud and what was quiet. Many people found it hard to believe though, because he always seemed to be speaking as loud as he possibly could.

He opened his phone to see a text from Marluxia.

Marluxia: You know the Civil War project is due tomorrow, right?

Upon being given this information, Demyx started buggin' out. He clutched his chest as he hyperventilated like a psychopath. Oh my god! he thought. Oh! My! God! Clearly, he hadn't started it yet.

He quickly texted Marluxia back, all the while panting like he had asthma. The conversation kept going on as Demyx texted and got out the materials to do his project at the same time.

Demyx: What?! Don't you lie to me, Marly!

Marluxia: -sigh- Dem, I knew this would happen. Why can't you listen in class for once?

Demyx: Wait, you're not lying?!

The blonde stubbed his toe on a table leg whilst rushing about and clutched it to try and assuage the pain. He was now whimpering like a sad, sad puppy that was slowly dying a painful death.

Marluxia: NO, DEMYX.

Demyx: AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!

Marluxia: Oh my goodness. Demyx, are you okay? Are you hyperventilating again? I bet you tripped too! You always trip when you're rushing! Calm down, you'll hurt yourself!

Demyx: Marly, I know you're concerned but feel free to shut the hell up! I'm trying to work on this!

Marluxia: Right! Sorry! May the force be with you.

As the sitarist quickly collected himself,—or tried to, at least—he got his phone again and texted Zexion.

Demyx: ZEXY, HELP ME NOW.

Zexion: I bet you forgot about the Civil War project.

Demyx: It seems I am getting quite predictable…Well, you would win that bet, my friend.

Zexion: I'll be over in ten minutes.

Demyx: Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the bestest friend in the whole entire universe!

Zexion: Calm your pants! I'm going.

Demyx: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Zexion: You frighten me profusely.

Demyx: I don't know what that means but HURRY UP!

Zexion: Okay, Demyx. I'm in front of your house. Please refrain from glomping me and/or coming to me and screaming about how you have no time for my slow pace because of your Civil War project. It's your own fault for forgetting.

Demyx: COME IN NOW! THE DOOR IS OPEN.

The slate-haired teen stepped into Demyx's house. It was pretty familiar, seeing as he had been there many times in the past with Axel, Marluxia, and Roxas.

"Zexyyyy!" Demyx shouted. He launched his body at Zexion with his arms wide open, but the teen was prepared. He stepped to the side to avoid being glomped and crossed his arms, smirking. Demyx had face-planted onto the floor and was now twitching about.

"Demy, get up."

"It hurtsss. Eager to hurt me, Zexion? I thought—I thought we were closer than that," Demyx said, pretending to cry with a muffled voice.

"You're so full of shit. C'mon, you need to work on your project! This was the project that was going to bring your average from a D to a C. It's worth a lot," Zexion said. At this, Demyx thrust his body up and got to his feet. When Zexion turned around to walk toward the table with all the project supplies, the blonde took the chance to successfully throw his body up and glomp Zexion. Before he knew it, the slate-haired teen was on the floor, groaning at the pain.

"Muahaha! I have you now!"

Zexion was on his back on the floor, and Demyx was on him, his hands pinning the slate-haired teen's arms down. Their faces were only inches apart. An idea suddenly filled his head. Slowly, slowly, Demyx inched his face closer.

The seemingly emo teen, tired of how slowly Demyx was moving, thrust his head up, causing their lips to touch. It was only a short, chaste little kiss, no matter how compromising their position was.

When the kiss was over, Demyx shot Zexion a triumphant smile. The latter smiled back, which was definitely rare. His smiles were usually fake or smirky. This one, however, was real. It was the first time Demyx saw a real smile from him, and it made his heart flutter. He smiled even wider.

"Demyx?" Zexion asked.

"Yeah, Zexy?" Demyx said dreamily, expecting Zexion to say something like "I love you."

"I have an idea."

"What is it?" he replied, thinking he was about to say "Take me. Right here, right now."

"Maybe you should get off of me so we can work on your project."

"Uh, right," Demyx said, slightly disappointed. He, however, was a master of hiding his true feelings.

When Demyx got off of Zexion, his happiness came back. What Zexion did next shocked him, but it wasn't a bad shock. It was good. When they were both standing up and Zexion had patted his jeans as if he was dusting them off, they were facing each other. Zexion smiled that real smile again, and butterflies filled Demyx's stomach, thus making him speechless. Zexion grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss, this one deeper and containing less innocence. He snaked his tongue along Demyx's lips, getting him to open his lips so his tongue could explore the moist cavern.

AN: Yay! Oh my goodness. Do you people realize how much of a life I have? It's horrible; I just updated with chapter five today, and now I updated with chapter 6. Someone please find me a life. And besides that, I should be working. Oh me, oh my! Oh, by the way, …yeah, I forgot what I was going to say. Oh, I remember now. So I looked to see how many hits each chapter got, and the numbers are shrinking more and more. :/ That makes me sad. Please be sure to review. (: