Demyx was still upset about what had occurred that morning, and now he was even more stressed about the charade at lunch, that ZEXION had started.

'Of all people...and why?'

Not concentrating on what he was doing, he stumbled in the halls, with someone catching him.

"OH! I'm so sorry ab- Oh, hey Zex"

Blushing deeply, he was holding Demyx in his arms, but didn't push him away.

Demyx gently pulled away, and knelt down to pick up the many books Zexion had dropped.

"Guess I should watch where I'm going, hey Zexion?"

Both boys giggled, and Demyx couldn't help but notice how beautiful Zexion looked, even though he had rinsed spaghetti out of his hair earlier.

"Hey, you've been trying to tell me something all day, haven't you?"

Demyx cringed, just waiting for something bad to happen to interrupt him. Trying to think of a way to avoid another catastrophe, he had only one choice.

"Well, do you wanna come over this afternoon? If you're not busy, that is..."

"Uhm...sure Dem. I suppose I can."

The both of them stood up, Zexion with books stacked high, and Demyx with big smile.

"I'll see you later then, Zexy!"

Again, Zexion wanted to correct his friend, but let it slide.

The next few lessons they had separately, but again, time flew by very fast.

Demyx ran home as fast as he could, his heart racing with excitement, or was it anxiousness?

He arrived home, ripping his front door open, and he zoomed past his mother up the stairs. Opening his bedroom door, he was shocked at the mess. Overlooking that problem for now, he went searching for a clean shirt. Piles of clothes covered the floor, and there stood a very confused Demyx. Picking up several shirts to check their status, his mother walked in, looking rather confused as well.

"What on earth is the hurry for, Demyx?"

Demyx was still out of breath from the rush.

"Zexy...he's coming over...this arvo..."

"Ahh okay then, I haven't seen Zexion in a while! I was wondering if you two were still friends actually..."

"No no, were still friends, he's just been, kinda busy, like with Riku, and stuff."

The truth was Demyx didn't know why he didn't see Zexion as much anymore, and it killed him inside if there were a day he didn't see his periwinkle haired angel.

Finally finding a shirt suitable to wear, he ripped the one he was wearing off, and quickly popped the cleaner one on. He again raced past his mother and down the stairs, jumping onto the couch which was close to the front door.

After 2 hours of waiting, it was finally 5:30, and Zexion still hadn't arrived, but Demyx refused to give up on him just yet. He continued waiting, doing nothing other than thinking.

'Maybe he forgot where I live, or just forgot about this afternoon altogether or maybe he's lost! Or he could be in trouble!!'

After a little longer, it was 7'o clock. A very disappointed Demyx headed upstairs, slowly and reluctantly, looking back at the front door every few long steps. Arriving at the closed door of his room, he let his head lean against it, as his eyes clouded with tears, and his heart clouded with misery. Opening the door, he slowly stumbled in and flopped onto his bed, wondering why he deserved this.

The next morning crept around already, with a very tired Zexion sitting on his bed, ready to leave for school, but still unsure whether to go or not. He knew how upset Demyx would be, and he didn't want to see his little musician like that. The young teenager was still confused, about what he was feeling for Demyx. He promised himself not to tell anymore people about his feelings for the blonde, since Vexen already knew. He dared not to tell Axel, he knew Axel would only hold it against him, and so he was thinking back over the advice Vexen had given him...

"Well Zexion, if you're so unsure, maybe you should ask Demyx about it, you know he's gay, so there's no need to worry about that. But like I said, take advantage of opportunity, don't be too shy, you might miss your chance, and even if he doesn't feel the same, you know he would still keep your friendship, especially Demyx..."

Zexion sighed, still thinking to himself

'Well, I have to go to apologize to him anyway'

Picking up his shoulder bag, he started feeling queasy already. He immediately worried about how he would go when he faced Dem later.

Walking out his front door, Demyx spotted Axel across the street waving for him to come over.

"Ugh, great. Axel's seen me already"

Axel's smile was easily visible until Demyx was in a clearer view.

"Aww dude, you look terrible this morning! Uh, anyway, word spread Zex went to yours yesterday, sooooo HOW'D IT GO, EH?"

"Please Axel, I don't feel like talking right now."

"What? You mean you still didn't tell him? GOD Demyx, just do it already, were al-"

"I DIDNT TELL HIM BECAUSE HE NEVER TURNED UP, OKAY?!"

Axels' smirk disappeared, and so did his smart ass attitude.

"Look, Demyx, hear me out. You really, really need to let him know how you feel, like, your sure about what you're feeling, right?"

Demyx looked to the ground, tears dripping from oceans of aqua blue eyes, and voice breaking.

"Of course I'm sure, Axel. I've felt this way for so long now, you know that"

Axel grabbed Demyx by the shoulders, and continued on.

"THEN TELL HIM! I can't stand seeing you like this anymore, and everyone knows that you two would be perfect together!"

"BUT HE DOESNT FEEL THE SAME!" Demyx's rage was now clearly visible

"You don't know that, Demyx. He may very well like you. I mean, why else would he avoid you? It's because he is too shy to admit it. I mean, you don't freak him out that much, okay. And even if he doesn't feel the same, you know he'll still stay best friends, he really cares about you, okay?"

"...okay...thankyou Axel."

"So, will you tell him today?"

"We'll see..."