Dedicate to Tenchu-Jinchu. For giving me my most favorite Review I've ever gotten. :D You all should go look at it, because its great, it really is. I dont think I've ever had one that was so short and that i've liked so much.

Im sorry this one was so late. I just had a lot of stuff go on from my last update, but thats no exuse. I think my birthday should be a good excuse though! :D So, yeah, I just turned fourteen. Yepp, im a young one, arent I? But this is like my birthday present from me to all of you, so I hope you like it.

Writing this story is harder than my other stories, even though im acually updating this one, haha. But with my other stories I just type whatever I want out and when the chapter ends, it ends, but Im looking for a certain number of words each chapter, because by the time I'm finished with this story its going to be so-and-so many words. You have to wait and see how many though. :P

And I recomend that you listen to the song I mention down below near the end of the chapter. Its an amazing song, and just to let you guys in on a little secret, I dance to it when im home alone. Haha. Its 'The Safety Dance' by Men Without Hats. I think you should listen to it, because I do :)

"Are you sure you want to go to work today? You know you can just call in sick and they can get a sub for you right away." Zexion looked up at his mom who was stirring a glass of kool-aid, to be specific, cherry flavored, with lots of extra sugar. Whenever she was nervous she put way to much sugar into the kool-aid, and today, it seemed as though she were extra nervous. All Zexion could do was watch the giant spoon fulls of sugar she continued to pile in mix in with the flavored water.

"Im not going to do that, im not sick." She wouldn't even be doing this if I had never told her Demyx was gay.

"What about your friend, Axel? He can cover for you, cant he?" She asked, hope evident in her voice. That morning she had woken up earlier than usual, and just for the record, the smell of overpowering sugar had woken Zexion up.

"Hes got his own class to teach, mom." She stopped stiring and smiled widely.

"Thats wonderful! He can combine the two classes together!" Her son shook his head, dropping it onto the counter. "I don't think you understand how dangerous gay men can be. They're touchy... you know. Kind of like a pervert." Why did Axel just suddenly pop into my head?

"Axels gay." He failed to mention just how perverted he was, and how creepy he was, and that he stalked Roxas to death.

"But he doesn't like you. This Demyx boy... you said that he has a thing for you." She turned back to stirring the kool-aid, another half cup of sugar falling into the glass.

"Axel thinks he likes me, but I doubt it. Its not like he blushes or flirts around me." Or does he? Jesus Christ, look at me. I'm already starting to second guess myself. I blame mom.

"You'd be unknown to knowing if you flirt or not. The ones involved never know what they're doing until its too late. I don't want you do end up like that Zexion. You might be making a big mistake letting him come in today. That's going to happen and the next thing you know you're going to have his number, and hes going to call you every time theres a new hour. I've seen it all before." There went another glomp of sugar.

"What am I supposed to do? Have him walk into the classroom and then tell him he has to leave? Thats not an option." Personally, Zexion didn't find any problem with having Demyx come in, he'd been in there before and the kids liked him, he related to them, more than Zexion himself did.

"Thats why im telling you to call in sick."

"So he can show up and be stuck with Axel for how long?" Before she could say anything else, Zexion stood up from the table and spoke again. "Do you want me to go to the store and get you some more sugar?"

"Trying to change the subject? I know what you're doing, but go ahead, get some more of those hard candies too, please." Almost in a dazed way, Zexion left the house with his keys in hand, got into his car and pulled out of his driveway. His moms thoughts had taken over his head, and now he was slightly scared. I don't want him to call me every new hour. I have a life I need to tend to. What if I am flirting with him? That would mean I'm leading him on to think that I like him too, but I don't really know if he likes me. Isn't it natural to flirt?

With a girl it doesn't even come to mind that you're flirting, its just something every guy does weather he wants to or not, and that girl will flirt back because thats what they're supposed to do. If you flirt with a guy though... does that happen naturally too? Do I flirt with Axel constantly? What if I'm flirting and don't mean it? Oh god! Axel thinks I like him! Hes going to stop liking Roxas because Roxas doesn't flirt, but I do, and then hes going to come after me, and Axel never stops. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"What are you talking about Zexion?" He asked himself, changing into the right lane and moving in front of the car that let him through. "Axels gay for Roxas, just like I said, he never stops, so he wouldn't stop liking Roxas. I'm sure Axel's the gay pro, he knows weather the flirting is real or not. "Oh god. What if Demyx is like what mom said? What if he grabs my ass constantly? Or tries to peek on me in the shower? How did he get in my room!?" Zexion's fingers turned white from gripping his steering wheel in his death grip. I'm loosing it.

Pulling his car into a parking spot in between two other cars, Zexion let himself sit there for a few minutes before deciding to get his ass out and deal with what was on his mind later. He strode up to what his dad always called Wally-world, also known as Walmart. He hated the store. If he could, he would burn down every single one in the world, go jail, get gang raped and still be happy. It was the closest thing to his house though, so he was stuck with it.

All I need is sugar and hard candies, and then I can get the fuck out. Thankfully for him, the store wasn't that packed, so it would be easy to go over get the sugar and leave, unless a thousand men came running in and finished shopping before he did with their heavy duty credit cards, and grocery carts full of fattening food that made Zexion keel over.

The automatic sliding doors opened as hair swirled in around him, pushing his hair around his head in places it wasn't supposed to. An old man with a red vest smiled at him, showing off his false teeth before reaching out for a basket. "I don't need one," Zexion told him, not even bothering to return the mans smile. He had no respect for men who are still working that should be retired.

His poker face played a big part in Walmart. He never smiled, barely spoke, and always tried to get on peoples nerves. And thier prices suck. He turned one isle and cut through another, and was on his way to the sugar quite quickly when he got stuck. A woman in her granny mobile was strolling around in front of him, and it was pissing him off.

Oh, yes, he would definatly just move around her if her older than death itself friend werent right next to her. Why don't those damn things have fucking high speed auto control or something?

"Zexion?" The angered boy turned around, expecting to come face to face with some old fool who was the grandpa to one of his students, but it was a familiar face that belonged to Demyx. His face immediately softened. Well if that wasnt wierd...

"What are you doing here?" If he could, Zexion would have slapped himself just then. What else is there to do in Walmart besides shop?

"I was playing on the game machines." I stand corrected. "What are you doing?"

"I was trying to get down this isle to get some sugar when those old fuckers got in my way." Demyx only smiled and laughed.

"Someones grumpy this morning." He accused, suprising Zexion with a hug. I thought we only hug when we say good-bye? After a second, it didn't feel like a hug to the shorter boy, to him it was like Demyx was caressing Zexion. He, of course, would have pulled away, but he thought he'd hurt Demyx's feelings if he did. "What would make you feel better?"

"Those old women finding a different ride."

"Well, I cant get you that. But how about a compliment?" Don't say I'm cute, please don't.

"Have a go at it." Wow, this probably isnt normal standing like this. What am I doing?

"You smell nice today." There was a lapse of silence, Zexion's thoughts suddenly getting jumbled within his own head. He was sure Demyx was just joking, but the joke itself made heat rise to his face, and the building was getting a little too warm. Red flag, red flag! Time to pull away. Zexion did just that, scoffing as he did so just to make it seem at least a tiny bit casual.

"Thanks. Is that supposed to mean I smelt bad every other day?" He turned around, continuing to walk forward now the the old women were just about finished wandering the isle.

"No!" Demyx rushed forward, waving his hands around his head. "I just never felt like saying it before!" Zexion rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Im not stupid. If I smell bad, just tell me."

"No! You smell nice every day!" Obviously Demyx didn't know that Zexion was joking.

"I'm not listening!" Zexion said in a sing song voice. "You're making me feel bad about myself." He heard Demyx whine behind him, and the sound of feet stomping on the floor before arms wove around his shoulder's, pulling him back to press against the blonde's chest. Zexion felt his heart jump into his throat, thudding, wanting to get out.

"Im sorry." He actually sounds apologetic.

"Uh- Its okay, I was joking." Red flag! Abort! Abort! Malfunction! Get away! He would have, but his body was telling him that it felt nice.

"Dude, Demyx. Where are you?" A voice that reminded Zexion way to much of a surfer, but at the same time, didn't even come close came out of nowhere, until a figure with long black hair (including the white streaks), appeared in front of the isle, causing fire to radiate around Zexion's face. We've been caught. And now I look like I'm a homosexual. "Have you been here the entire time?" There was a hesitate before a tiny chuckle.

"No."

"As if! I told you to get beer, not boy."

"But Xigbar! You can expect me to get you beer when I run into Zexion." He didn't fail to notice the emphasis on his name.

"Oh, so this is him?" Zexion could feel Demyx nod his head before the arms around his shoulders fell from their place. Wait, thier place? What the hell am I talking about? "I thought it was bad enough when Kylie never shut up about you, but now you've got Demyx's loud mouth in on it too." The man, Xigbar, was wearing a pair of black basketball shorts, shoes?, but exposed his chest with no shirt.

"I dont talk about him that much."

"As if! Demyx stop lying, its not attractive." Oh fuck, oh fuck. Hes trying to be attractive. Demyx likes me. Xigbar seemed to notice Zexion's sudden deer-in-headlights look, before he saved his life. "You're seeing him later, Demyx. Stop wasting time. I want my beer."

"Fine. Just-"

"Demyx." Xigbar took off walking, his shoulder ramming into a woman pushing her grocery cart. He didn't even bother to turn around or apologize.

"Ugh, I hate him," Demyx rushed after him but not before he turned around and waved, "Bye Zexion!" Safe.

To tell the truth, Zexion really didn't want to teach today anymore. He thought he was going to be okay, that his mother had no idea what she was talking about, but after the encounter at the store... I could have moved away. He knew it was nothing big, Demyx was just being apologetic, right? Maybe they weren't even standing there for that long, but it just felt long to himself. There was a chance he was taking things way to seriously.

Then why am I freaking out about this? If its nothing then I just let it slip. I've never second guessed myself, and here I am... I dont know what I'm doing anymore. "Hey, Zexion!" Fuck. Hes already here. Oh god, what I supposed to do?! I'm going to piss myself! Zexion snapped himself around, but only saw Axel and a short blonde next to him. What is this, take your boyfriend to work day? No. No! Hes not my boyfriend!

"Whoa, Zex... are you okay? You look like you just saw your grandpa taking a shower."

"What? No. I thought you were somebody I know."

"Demyx?"

"Where!?" Zexion's eyes had an outburst, moving faster that he ever imagined they could. Axel grinned widely.

"Just kidding!" The slate haired boy glared at his best friend. He should know better than to trick him like that. "Besides that, I thought Id go ahead and bring Roxie here to keep Demyx company in case he needs it." Zexion looked at the blonde next to Axel's side, they were almost eye level, to Zexion's relief. Everyone was always taller than him. 'Roxie' or Roxas looked like he was dressed to go to a slumber party rather than to impress Axel. There was a frown on his face, he obviously didn't want to come, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the ground.

"Dont worry, hes just being a baby because I didnt let him change his clothes. Hes lucky I gave him one of my shirts. I tried getting him to agree to letting everyone see his chest, but he threatened me." Axel explained, throwing his hands around.

"Since when has that stopped you?" Zexion scoffed.

"Since he started threatening me with his life."

"Your threatening your own life by being a pedophile, dipshit." Roxas muttered, crossing his arms over the too big shirt that ended at his thighs, slightly covering his black boxers.

"Im not being a pedophile, love comes in all shapes, sizes and ages. Get your love straight."

"Oh, dont worry, it is. Our "love" is one sided." Roxas didn't fail to add in the bunny ears.

"Dont make me take my shirt back." Axel smirked, walking forward toward the school doors. "Yeah that's right." Zexion followed into step with Roxas, looking at him a moment before speaking.

"So which one of you is whipped?" He asked. Roxas side glanced him before dropping his arms.

"Watch this." He raised his voice for Axel to hear. "Hey Pedo." When Axel didn't answer he took that as a sign to continue. "My feet hurt." Said Pedo stopped, and turned around, looking at Roxas curiously before nodding his head.

"Do you need me to carry you?" He quirked his brows suggestively.

"No. I don't want to walk anymore. Find a way to get me in there without touching me." To show he was serious he stopped walking, Zexion following suit. Axel stared a moment longer, probably debating what he should do in his head.

"Ill be right back." He stalked off toward the doors again, disappearing inside the school.

"What do you think hes doing?" Zexion asked.

"Probably trying to find a scooter or something." In no time Axel came from the school again, dragging a chair behind him. "I would have preferred the scooter." The blonde deadpanned, causing Zexion to smirk.

"Here you go," Axel said cheerily. "Ill drag you in there!"

So far so good. Zexion thought, drawing a field of grass on the board. It was halfway through the day, and Demyx was being strangely good. When he arrived he was acting as normal as he could be, and stuck to organizing colored paper by their color in the back while he listened to Zexion teach. It wasn't as weird as it was at the store, but the thought was always in the back of the teachers mind; What if he isn't acting like that because we're in front of kids?

Roxas had visited the class numerous times, and him and Demyx seemed to get along great, obviously they should though, they were best friends after all. It almost made Zexion feel jealous, he wanted to say that it was because him and Axel never got to laugh like they did, and talk about normal stuff, but there was a nagging in his head, telling him that he was jealous because Roxas was there. He didn't want the attention on himself, did he?

"Alright, whats the first thing that should be on here?" He asked, playing a memory game with the kids. He'd shown them a picture of a barn with cows and horses and whatever else a barn has around it, and now he was asking what was in that picture. He'd given them the field as a free-be. "Xana?"

"A flower!" The little girl in the front with black hair smiled toothily up at Zexion.

"Just one flower?" He asked.

"No! Lots of flowers!" The short boy looked down at the field and drew lines and curves of flowers in a patch to the left.

"What color were they?"

"Blue!" He picked up the blue board marker and handed it to her.

"Why don't you color them in?" One after the other, Zexion's students came up to the board drawing a barn, one cow on one side, another cow on the other, a small pig, some chickens, a bucket and a shovel, and clouds up in the sky. They colored everything the way they remembered and even gave the cloud's little faces to show how happy they were.

"You all have amazing memories. I'm impressed." He praised, looking over each of them that had marker all over their hands. In the back though with a bunch of colored paper was one raised hand and smiling face. "Yes, Demyx?"

"Can I draw something?" The corners of Zexion's mouth lifted as he pulled up one of the markers from its holder.

"Of course you can." Excitedly, the blonde got up from the floor and hopped his way up to the board, taking the marker from Zexion's hand, their fingers brushing against each others. Jolts flew up the short boys fingers. Oh god. Demyx uncapped the marker, and used his head as a cover for what he was drawing in the sky up next to the cloud. Curiously, Zexion raised an eyebrow.

"What are you drawing?" He asked, suspicious. For some reason, he had a feeling this wasn't going to be good. Demyx snickered, continuing to draw. "It better not be anything gross." His snickers got louder, hinting that something wasnt right.

The moment Demyx pulled away, Zexion's hands flew to his mouth, his eyes wide, and a deep blush forced its way to his face. His body was stunned, and his brian was yelling at him to not let the kids see, but at the same time he wanted to laugh, and he wasn't sure what to do. So he did both, running forward with one hand still over his mouth to muffle his laughter, while the other hands smeared over the large penis entering one of the clouds that looked to much like a butt.

"No!" Demyx lurched forward trying to save his drawing. The kids poked thier heads around, whining, trying to see what was drawn.

"They cant see this!" Zexion shook his head viciously, trying to push Demyx's hands around to help him erase the marker.

"Yes they can! Over half of them have one!" The short boy gawked, still red in the face, his eyes watching the blonde's happy face while his hands continued to smear across the board over the other's hands. He ignored the pangs of electricity moving through his arms, and for the shortest moment he thought he was safe before Demyx's hand moved, and as he erased, their fingers folded around each others in a ink smudged black mess.

"Go Demyx!" Kylie screamed, pointing up at the board at thier hands. As fast as it happened Zexion tugged his hand away apologizing like crazy.

"So how did I do?" Zexion asked Demyx. The kids were piled into their buses, getting their asses home so they could play with their friends. Kylie had gone home with one of her friends to spend the day there, so it was just the two boys in the classroom waiting for Axel and Roxas to come.

"Besides the fact that every lesson was a game and you don't give out homework?" Zexion stared at the other, his jaw ajar. "I'm just kidding!" Demyx flitted with laughter. "You did good, if you didn't then you wouldn't be a teacher." Zexion nodded his head.

"Thank you. Thats what I wanted to hear." Demyx smiled before looking across the room, a distracted look on his face. That wasnt like him. "What?"

"Huh?" Demyx asked, looking back at Zexion.

"Why do you look like that?"

"What do you mean?" The teacher rolled his eyes.

"You look distressed."

"Oh..." The blonde looked away again before pouting out his bottom lip. "I don't know... I think I've run out of ideas to come in here now. This was the last one I could think of." Is he trying to confess to me? That he likes me? Oh no, dont do it. Dont do it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You can visit Axel and just pop into my classroom, or bring Kylie her lunch, or I can go mess up all those papers over there again and you can organize them for me." What the hell did I just do? Demyx smiled, laying his head in his hand.

"I think I'd just be creepy then." He looks so sad... A thought passed the boys mind. You've got to be shitting me. You're giving into him?

"Tomorrow I have the day off." Zexion hinted, causing Demyx's head to rise.

"I'm not doing anything tomarrow, are you?" The slate haired boy shook his head.

"I haven't made any plans yet." The blonde looked about ready to squeal, making Zexion feel at least a bit better, the point was that he he wasn't sad anymore.

"Do you want to hang out tomarrow then?"

"Sure." Don't think this is a date. Don't take me out to dinner. Don't kiss me. Possibly one of the biggest smile's spread across Demyx's lips just then, and his eyes sparkled blue. As much as the other hated to admit it, it wasn't a bad sight to look at.

"Can I have your number then? You can have mine too, so, you know, we'll be able to get ahold of each other." That's going to happen and the next thing you know you're going to have his number, and hes going to call you every time theres a new hour.

"Yeah, we can do that." Demyx brought out a good sized phone from his pocket and Zexion instantly recognized it. It was the phone that a lot of people wanted nowadays. For Demyx though, he probably just wanted it because it flipped around and had a moving ball. The poor Sidekick didn't stand a chance. Zexion though had a different phone, one that his dad had forced him to get. He wanted something small and nice, like his car, but he'd been pushed into a getting a Blackberry. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

"480.231.5700." He pressed in the numbers before exchanging glances with Zexion.

"Alright, now are you ready?"

"I don't know... should I be ready?" Zexion joked, giving Demyx a sarcastic, worried look.

"I think you should take a few deep breathes before you hear my sexy number. I got it tattooed on my ass if you want to read it instead?" The blonde offered.

"I think I'd like to read it."

"Read what?" Axel's voice entered the room, his eyes immediately eyeing the two phones. A maleficent grin made its way to his face before he waved his hand over for them to leave. Both the boys stood up.

"480.231.5700." Demyx said. Zexion went to nod his head but stopped half way, looking up at Demyx before standing.

"Thats my number." Demyx laughed, poking his head.

"And I already memorized it. My real numbers 480.777.6218." Zexion punched in the numbers but spoke before pressing done.

"How do I know your telling the truth?"

"You can call me afterwards." They left the classroom, Zexion locking his door with his free hand. His thumb pressed Done, and the same thumb pressed the same button for Call.

"Ah, we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're are no friends of mine
I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind,
And we can dance"

Demyx looked down at the phone in his hands before doing something weird with it, and holding it to his ear. "Hey, Sexy Zexy." Zexion sputtered, pink dotting his cheeks as he held his own phone up to his ear.

"Sexy Zexy?" He asked. He could hear Demyx laugh both into the phone and out of the phone, it didn't help that Axel was laughing too.

"Of course Sexy Zexy. Dont you like it? I just thought of it."

"Oh, yeah... I love it." He said sarcastically. "Just don't call me that in public."

"Sure thing!" Zexion couldnt bring himself to believe that he wasn't telling the truth, and it scared him. There was nothing more to be said before both their phones were placed back into their pockets.

"Hey, Axel, were'd Roxas go?" Demyx asked, not finding the small blonde still in his sleeping wear. Now that he mentioned it, Zexion never noticed that he was missing.

"Roxie's sitting in the chair." Demyx knit his brows together.

"Why is he sitting in a chair?" Axel chuckled, throwing his hands into the air.

"Hes sitting in a chair because he loves me." Zexion scoffed.

"Hes sitting in a chair because you're whipped." Axel turned around, glaring at the short boy.

"I'm not "whipped". Just wait till it happens to you. The only way to make him happy is to do what he wants."

"Hes probably in a bad mood because an old man keeps hitting on him." Demyx joked, partly being serious because it was true, but its not like Roxas was calling the cops or moving to another country.

That night Zexion scared himself shitless. When he got home everything was fine. Him and his family laughed and talked at dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, and his mom never once spoke about Demyx. It was what happened dinner that made Zexion want to coil up under his sheets, and shudder. His phone never left his hand, and he was just staring at it like some crazy stalker.

He had given his number to Demyx, thinking that all he was going to do was call the teacher and bother him till the end of time, but now here Zexion was, debating on pressing the call button to Demyx's number or just going to bed. He wasnt supposed to be doing this, Demyx was supposed to be calling him. Zexion sighed, changing positions on his bed.

"Hello?" Demyx's voice filled the boys ear.

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