PLUM WINGS & A MIDNIGHT DIRGE - NERVOUS

"Where is itttttt?" I was runnin' around everywhere trying to find my phone...It was only nine in the morning and I had already lost it! "I need to stop doing this..." I flung a pillow across the room that had my phone hiding underneath it. I smiled and cheered myself, creating a message for my dear friend Zexion.

I just told him to come over...even though he probably wasnt awake, but I really needed his help...

A few minutes later my phone rang.

"Zexion!" I cried. "Can you please come over here? Pleeeeeeease?"

"What on earth do you need my help for?"

"I dont know what to pack!" He grunted, but eventually I got him to come over.

"I dont understand why you have to make everything so difficult, Demyx," He said as soon as he came into my room, taking a seat on my bed to start reading.

"This is different! This is difficult!" But he only sighed and began reading. I would ask him over and over what to bring and whether or not it was a good idea to take things like my stuffed animal whale that Ive had as long as I can remember, or something like an old textbook I forgot to return to my teacher in seventh grade...

"Demyx." He said in the middle of one of my questions. "Just think of it as if you have to pack for a sleep over. A very. Long. Sleep over." And he went back to reading. After that...he didnt really answer any of my questions.

I started to think at one point, though. Maybe I was relying too much on Zexion. I mean, yeah, he was my best friend and all, but I didnt need his help for everything, did I?

But soon enough my mind went right back to the matter at hand. One of my parents were going to drop off me and Zexion and the academy in the morning or sometime around there, and I needed to finish packing!

"Zexion?" My mom came in the room. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Possibly. Let me ask my mother what her plans are for this evening."

"Just let me know," And she walked out of the room. I looked at Zexion, and shut my door a bit.

"Hey, how come you're always so...so..."

"Polite, literate, proper?" He always named a few words for me until we found the right one.

"Yeah, proper! How come?"

"I would not be able to give you a straight answer. Ive always spoken like this. Even my own parents wonder why, and even how, I came to be like this. They are certainly no where near as proper, nor polite." He pulled out his phone and called his house, asking what was goin' on.

"Alright. Thank you." And he hung up the phone. "There isn't any special plans. It was another fend-for-yourself night. So, yes, I am staying for dinner."

"Alright! Hey mom! Zexion's stayin'!" I called out from my door.

"If I know you well enough," Zexion stated. "Then you had better finish your packing before dinner is ready. You wont finish after you've eaten." And...he went back to reading, leaving me with all kinds of decisions to make!

So...soon it was dinnertime and I really, really needed to finish packing and I still had so much to do...almost needless to say that I didnt get too good of a night's sleep. But...even before I fell asleep, I was still beyond nervous...partly because of what Zexion had pointed out earlier...we were more than likely not going to be in the same room, and that means different classes, too. Ever since I was little I had been right next to Zexion...how was I supposed to just...stop being so close to him? I mean, like, Im sure he would be fine, and that I would be too, after some time, but I would definately miss him...The whole trip to the academy wasnt turning out at all like I had hoped...awww, man!