Chapter II:

"What's with you and him?" The pyro asked as he noticed his best friend was staring at the slate haired silver-bluenette who just walked in the ally.

"I see him there in that same exact spot everyday, always drawing in his sketchpad. I've even seen him look at me." Demyx replied. The red head shrugged.

"Maybe he just likes to draw here. Maybe it's just a place where he can get away from home. Maybe he's impressed of how well you surf."

"Maybe. That's the key word."

"God Dem, give it a rest. We all know what happened to him and why he never wants to go home."

"...We all do?"

The pyro stared at the nineteen year old and smacked him upside the head. "What the hell Axel? What was that for?"

"So you never have noticed him at all? He's been in almost every single one of our classes since the seventh grade! And you're telling me that you don't know a thing about Zexion Schemer?"

"...Ohhh."

Axel rolled his eyes at his slow friend. "Imma head home, man. See ya tomorrow."

"Yeah. See ya." Demyx replied and started heading to the place where he called home.

Zexion heard his alarm go off and he got outta bed, stretched, and went to his closet to get dressed.

He put on some dark purple skinny jeans, a black My Chemical Romance shirt, and black and purple striped arm warmers, to hide those ugly scars that have been there for a year and a half now. .He ate breakfast, and just watched TV until the bus came.

Third period was over, and Zexion rushed to get outta Math to get to Art and that's when he ran right into someone that made him fall backwards and drop all his books

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" Zexion bit his lip hard as the familiar voice that sounded so beautiful say those words...to him.

"I-it's fine." he said, trying not to sound too nervous than he was.

"Ya want me ta help?" The surfer asked. Zexion stared into those gorgeous teal eyes If you say no then you'll never have a second chance

"Yea-yes...please."

The blonde smiled at him slightly and picked up two of Zexion's books and handed it over to him. "You don't talk much I've noticed..." the surfer said.

Zexion's eyes widened. So he does know that I exist. "Well...I'm not that...charismatic."

Demyx scoffed a laugh. "I see. Well, you should talk every once in a while." He handed him his sketch book and they both got up.

"I'll see ya 'round." Demyx said and left to his next class. Zexion sighed and headed down to the art class.

Great. Zexion thought. He thinks I'm an anti-social emo, just like everyone else.

"This is a very important assignment," Zexion's teacher exclaimed when everyone was in the room. "You all need to draw that is most important to you. What completes your circle and what or whom you couldn't live in this world without."

Zexion slowly raised his hand. "Yes, Zexion?"

"W-what if we don't...know whom or what is important to us?" Zexion asked quietly

"Well there has to be something in your life that you couldn't survive without. Like your parents or-"

"His mom's dead and his dad's in prison." Some kid called out. Zexion clenched his fists.

"...Is this true, Zexion?" The teacher asked. Zexion slowly nodded, keeping his head down, and face hidden behind his emover.

"Oh. Well. I'm very sorry to hear that. Just think of something that's extremely important to you okay?"

"Alright." Zexion murmured, not knowing what to draw at all.

This assignment would've been much easier two years ago. All he had to do was draw some crystal meth, a couple of razors, and a bottle of any type of alcohol; not even caring on how much trouble he would get.

But that was two years ago. It's over now. Withdrawal was hard but he was not going to go through the symptoms over again. He couldn't stand the pain and the suffering, or the suffering from his older brother, having to watch that.

He stared absentmindedly at the blank piece of paper.

Usually the assignments were easy, but not this one. Because, mainly the world didn't give a shit about Zexion.

And Zexion didn't give a shit about the world.

Except Demyx.

Even though Demyx would never give a shit about him, like the rest of the world.

He sighed in aggravation and started drawing some random swirls on the piece of paper.

"I don't know how you are struggling, Zexion." His teacher said "You are an excellent artist."

Zexion shrugged and continued to draw the swirls.

His teacher looked at his sketch book. "Why don't we go through your sketch book and see if you can get any ideas." He went to open the sketch book

"NO!" Zexion yelled, snatching the sketch book out of his hand. "It's private."

The teacher stared at him, shocked. He has never seen Zexion act this way. "I'm sorry." he said and walked away to a different table.

Everyone in Zexion's class stared at him. He put his head in his arms and pretended to sleep.

Finally, after a very long Friday, school was finally over. Zexion took his time to get on the bus to avoid some people, like he always did. He knew that the swarm of popular kids would be the first ones to get out there, and he really didn't feel like being called "Emo" or "Faggot" or anything like that.

Zexion got on the very back of the bus and brought his knees up to his chest as he tried to think of something to draw for his project.

"Hey, you." Zexion's eyes widened at the voice, seeming like it was talking to him. He lifted his head up and, his own deep cerulean eyes met the beautiful surfer's bright teal eyes for the second time today.

The surfer was smiling warmly at Zexion, as if he knew him his whole entire life. "I'm Demyx. The guy who accidentally made ya fall this morning."

"Yeah I know who you are. You're in all my academic classes."

"Oh yeah...I keep forgetting, sorry. You're just so quiet all the time."

"I'm not that good with socializing."

"Hey that's fine, it must be hard for you; after what had happened" as soon as Demyx said that, he bit his lip and looked at Zexion apologetically. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that! I mean-it's just- all the rumors at school and-"

"It's fine. They're not rumors. They're the truth. And I'm over it now." Zexion interrupted.

"Are ya sure?" Demyx asked, worryingly.

"Yeah. It was two years ago."

"Oh...okay. I just don't wanna have a bad first impression and make you think that I'm a jerk, like everyone else."

Zexion cocked his head to the side. "What's that mean?"

"Well it's just that other people say really mean things about you, and they probably don't even know the real you."

"No. They don't." Zexion replied, putting his head down.

"I want to though." Demyx muttered, but loud enough for Zexion to hear him. He shot his head straight up. "You wanna get to know the real me?" Zexion asked in disbelief. Demyx nodded and smiled at him. "Everyone needs someone to talk to."

Zexion half smiled. "Thanks."

"No prob. Whataya doin tonight, by the way?"

"Nothing, really. Why?"

"'Cause I was wondering, if ya wanna do something with me." Demyx said, with a smug grin on his face.

(A/N:) OOOOOHHH! What will Zexy's answer be? I know~! But you don't! LOL! =3. Well...I gotta finish my art project in two weeks, and it's not even halfway finished T_T. So I have absolutely no Idea when I will update again. But when it says chapter 3, then you'll know X3 And thx to ReikiConvulsion fer bein the first to review! X3