/Chappy 2! I did this after taking the dreaded STAAR test -Shudders- anyway, I don't own the two characters I just place them in AU situations! Review please!/

Chapter 2: The Spark of Feelings

As the male walked down the street he applied small amounts of make up to his face; around and below his eye and on his left cheek. Unlike other males Zexion had no problem wearing foundation, after all he did need to hide the marks his father had always left after.. What he had always done. Not only that he didn't want to alarm his new friend and scare him off or worry him to death. He put the foundation into his pocket as he neared the tree, seeing no sign of Demyx he figured he was early so he stood under the protection the leaves gave. He began to doze off 5 minutes into the waiting when a blaze of blond hair and sparkling oceanic eyes jumped in front of him, with a squeak he jolted out of his light slumber to look at Demyx, "Geez don't do that!" He yelled at the laughing boy, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!" He responded with that same grin he had yesterday.

They both sat down and began a conversation, smiling all the while until Demyx noticed the make up, "Oi, Zexy. Why are you were make up?" He asked, a curious glint in his eyes. This made the slate haired boy frown visably, "It's not a crime to wear make up, Dem. And my name is Zexion not Zexy."

"Okay, okay but still. It's all uneven and doesn't even match your skintone." The blond retorted with a slight roll of his eyes, Zexion raised a single eyebrow, "And how do you know this?" He asked, ready to mock the boy if he had a lame excuse which he didn't, his mother worked as a cosmotologist. The smaller of the two's mouth formed a soft 'o' shape as the conversation went back to the previous question, "So, tell me." The blond all but slightly demanded, presistent. "I fell down stairs." Was the only thing that popped out of Zexion's mouth, his mind raced to find a new -a better- excuse but the blond took it, "Really? That stinks. Hey can you stay over tonight?" Demyx asked with a grin, his eyes just beamed with hope that the answer would be three letters and not two. "Uhm.. I'll have to ask." Zexion replied as he took out his blueberry cell phone and dialed his mother's number. One small conversation later, the boy hanged the phone up and smiled with a nod, "Yeah I can. Just let me go get some clothes."

Demyx grinned brightly and nodded as he gave Zexion a piece of paper with his phone number on it, "Okay! I'll text you my address, okay?" And with that the blond stood up and ran toward the exit, waving, "See you later, Zexy!" He said as he recieve a small rock thrown at him, "Don't call me Zexy!"

Once the blond was out of sight the male stood up, stretched and made his way home. He felt happy and cheerful for once in his life, like nothing wrong could just pop and say 'Hey, i'm here to make your life more miserable than it once was!'. That mood didn't last long because as soon as he opened his door he saw his mother standing there with her two suitcases. "Mom..? What are yo-" His sentence was cut off due to his mother hugging him tightly, whispering, "Stay strong. I love you son" And then she just walked out. The male stood there, staring at the floor in horror at what had just happened. He couldn't believe this.. His mother, his own mother who bore him into this world had just left, left him with... That man. Tears began to flow down like Niagra Falls as he stalked up the stairs to collect a bag of clothes for the night. His father was in his room, dead asleep with beer cans and bottles strung all around. In fear of waking him up Zexion quietly but swiftly climbed out of the two story window, jumped into a tree and climbed to the bottom.

Successful in doing so he ran down the sidewalk a couple of blocks before texting Demyx for the address, his eyes were red and puffy and his nose runny but he was sure they'd clear up before he made it to the blond's house.

Zexion politely knocked on the white door of the white and blue house, it didn't take long for someone to answer. It was a woman with brown long hair put into a ponytail. Her smile was soft and sweet, she had an apron tied around her letting Zexion assume she was making dinner, "Oh hello there. You must be Zexion. DemyBubbles has told me so much about you!" She cooed as she led him in. The small male blushed softly, "He's talked about me?" He asked, making sure his voice did not waver. "Well of course! He said you were the most interesting boy he had ever met." She giggled, "By the way, you can call me Mrs. Lilly." Zexion nodded, his blush had darkened once the comment of him being interesting hit his ears. "Demy is upstair on the first door to your left." She said then reseaded back to the kitchen. He followed the directions and came across a blue door painted like the police box he saw on Doctor Who, the artwork was sloppy but good enough to actually recognize it.

He knocked once more and within an instant the door opened and with a grin Demyx yanked Zexion inside, letting the smaller squeak once more. "Okay! Welcome to Casa Demico!" He said, attempting Spanish. The slate haired male blinked as he looked around, sea green carpets and blue walls accompained by fish paintings and music symbols. Anything that was in this boy's room was either ocean related more music related, "Interesting... So DemyBubbles." He grinned lightly, mocking Mrs. Lilly's voice as he said Demyx's nickname, "Where do I sleep?" The blond blushed in embarrassment before answering, "In my bed of course. We're both men so it's only natural." At the end of his sentence Zexion was already sitting on his chosen side of the bed, setting his bag down onto the sea green carpet. "Mom will have dinner done in a bit so let's watch tv!" Demyx said as he flopped onto the bed after grabbing and switching on the television right across from them, oblivious to the sorrow in Zexion's uncovered eye once the word "Mom" was voiced, "Yeah.. Let's." He said as he laid down beside the other, watching Jonny Test on Cartoon Network.

Their relationship grew after that, it was the adventures Demyx took Zexion on that sparked a certain feeling in the pit of his stomach that almost wanted to make him barf but he quite liked the feeling so he let it be but never voiced it, never told Demyx and was oblivious that Demyx felt the same feeling toward him. After that they were never sepreated until they both had to depart at the end of the day, Demyx going home to his loving family and Zexion to his abusive father. Though the slate haired boy did try and avoid going home as much as possible.

/OuO End of chappy 2. Review please! Your advice and comments are very much welcomed as long as they aren't flames of hate!