A/N: A Zemyx chapter for all the Zemyx fans that read English! And without farther ado, I shall give it to you. Enjoy!

My Best Friend

Ch: 7: Christmas With Demyx

Zexion pov:

"Zexy! Zexy! Wake up! Wake up! It's Christmas! Get out of bed! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" Demyx yelled in my ear as he jumped up and down on my bed. "I'm awake Demyx." I said. Then two questions came to mind. "Demyx," I started. He was now rummaging threw my closet, but he looked back at me waiting for me to continue.

"First, how many candy canes did you eat today?" I asked and waited for him to respond. He began staring at his fingers like the answer may magically appear on them. "I don't know, like twenty." he said. I sighed. "Demyx, you know what happens when you eat to much sugar." I said. "Sorry." he apologized. I shook my head at him. He was going to be on a sugar high all day and I'll be the one to take care of him.

"Ok. My next question, how did you get in my room? My bedroom door was locked. My front door was locked. How did you get in my apartment at all?" I asked as my eyes wondered to the door knob that was still locked. He blushed. "Well," he started as he put his arm behind his head. "Well?" I said trying to get him to tell me how he got in my room past two locked doors.

"I umm, umm, I-I" he began to stutter. "I ahh-umm- I" "Get on with it." I said. All this boy could do was stutter. "I-umm, crawled in threw the window." he said. I looked over at the open window in my room. "Demyx! My room is on the fourth floor of an apartment building. How did you get to my window?" I said as I looked out on the brick wall of the building. It was covered in moss and vines. Certainly not strong enough to hold the wait of a teenage boy. Demyx walked up behind me. He pointed out the window at a very tall tree. "That's how." he said as he put his hand back threw the window.

I stared at the tree in shook. "That tree is about three feet away from the building!" I yelled at his idiocy. "You could of fell and died Demyx." I said as I turned around and looked at him. His arms were behind his back as he stared at his foot that was tracing the circles on my carpet. "I just wanted to be with you when you woke up this morning Zexion." he said still immensely staring at his moving foot. This made me blush for a second before I forced my self to return to my normal state of mind.

"Demyx. I'm glad that you want to spend Christmas with me, but you could have knocked on my door instead of risking your life. I would have let you in." I said. He looked up at me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. "Demyx. I can't breath." I muttered. He loosened his grip and I took in the necessary gasp of air my lungs needed to keep my heart beating. I waited for Demyx to end the friendly hug. Don't look at me like that. I'm not the 'hugging' type. Demyx on the other hand couldn't last a day without hugging someone.

We stood in my room. Demyx still had his arms around me when I heard some snoring from the living room. Demyx buried his head in my shirt, kneeling to do so. "It's probably my brother Riku." I said. Then we heard another snore. This time I couldn't tell who it belonged to.

Demyx shook. "Who was that?" he asked threw my shirt. I tilted my head. "Maybe it's one of his friends." I said. Demyx tightened his grip once again. "Could you go check." he asked. I tilted my head. "Why?" I asked. He looked up at me. "What if it's someone with a gun or a knife or a sward or a-"

"Fine. I'll go look." I said, ending his rant. He took his arms off of me and sat on my bed holding his knees with his arms. I opened the door to the living room Riku and I shared. As I suspected, it was Riku and some brown-haired kid on his lap making all the snores. I think it was Roxas's brother Sora. "It's Sora and Riku." I said. He walked over and peeked out the slightly open door. "Aww. That's so cute!" he said as he shut the door and leaned on it. I shrugged. "If you say so." I said. He looked at me with a surprised expression.

"What?" I asked as he just kept staring at me. "How can you think that isn't cute? Don't you have a heart?" he asked. "I'm alive aren't I?" I said. He rolled his eyes. "Why do you take everything so serous?" he asked. "It's just me." I said. "Any ways, how is that not cute to you?" he asked returning to the subject of Sora and Riku. "What is so cute about two people sleeping?" I asked. "Well, it-umm-it just is. Like kittens. You can't describe why they're cute, but they are." he said. "Most people like kittens and/or puppies because they're small." I said, proving him wrong.

"Sometimes what people say is cute. And a voice doesn't have a size." he said. I thought about what someone could say that would be described as 'cute'. After a while and not thinking of any thing I turned to look into Demyx's eyes. "What could someone say that would be, cute?" I asked. He avoided eye contact as he talked. Someone could say, I love you. That's cute." he said, still looking at his shoes. Thank god. I know I'm blushing. I don't want him to see me blush. I would die because all my blood would be in my face instead of coursing threw my body.

He looked up and I quickly turned to the window and spoke. "I-I'm going to make some breakfast. Do-do you want an-any?" I stuttered and mentally slapped myself for doing so. "Umm. Sure." he said slowly. I walked to the door and reached for the door knob, but I stopped when Demyx pulled on my sleeve. I glance up at him. I just stood there, staring into his greenish eyes before he finally spoke.

"What are you making." he said, letting go of my sleeve. "Umm." I said as I started to think. What can I make? It's not like I'm a master chef. "Don't you think you should of thought about that before you offered to make it?" he asked. I couldn't help but smile at my bad luck. I put my hand over the left said of my face. I could feel the small knots that tangled my emo hair style. "Yeah. I guess I should have. Well, I can always think right." I said shaking my head, but still keeping my hand on it.

"I can make eggs and bacon." Demyx said. "Ok. That sounds good. And it should get Riku and Sora up." I said. We walked out and into the kitchen. I didn't know how to cook, so I sat back and watched. Demyx told me I had to flip an egg so I tried. He stood behind me and guided my hand threw the motions before I walked towards the pan the egg was in. I thought I did a good job till yellow liquid-like stuff leaked out of the egg.

I stared at the egg till Demyx brook my glare by shaking me. I looked over at him and he gave me a thumbs up. I tilted my head to the side and just stared at him. "Good job." he said. "Good job?" I questioned. "I broke the egg. How is that doing a good job?" I asked. "When was the lat time you flipped an egg, other that that one?" he asked. "Never." I answered honestly. "I don't cook much."

"Well. I didn't get it on my first try, or my second, or tenth." he said, beginning to space out. "Do I smell bacon?" Riku's voice came from the living room. "I smell it too." I assumed Sora said. Next the two boy came walking in and sat at the kitchen table. "Good morning and merry Christmas!" Sora said cheerfully. "Yeah. Merry Christmas." Riku said, not as cheerful, but happier than his normal morning grouch. "Good morning and merry Christmas!" Demyx said as he laid four plates out on the kitchen table.

"Good morning and merry Christmas and all the joyous stuff like that." I said glumly as I took a seat next to Riku at our four person table. Demyx turned towards me with his hands on his hips. "You gotta be more cheery if you want bacon Zexy." Demyx said. I turn to glare at Riku as he began to laugh at me. He looked at me and stopped laughing in an instant. "Merry Christmas every one." I said. It still sounded gloomy, but I did get bacon for trying. We all ate the food Demyx cooked. Demyx ate the egg I reined, but Sora, Riku, and I agreed that Demyx was a good cook.

A/N: Can you tell I like bacon? I like breakfast foods.

Demyx: Can I hug them yet?

Me: Yes. You may hug the reviewers now.

Demyx: Hugs!

Me: Next Reviewers get hugs from Zexion. I found a way to get him to be the 'hugging type'.

Zexion: And how is this?

Me: If you don't hug them, I'll tell a certain someone about what you write in your Emo-book.

Zexion: Fine. I'll hug them.