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Onto the story. I bet you all think I cheated you out of reviews. I didnt. D: And Im terribly sorry, but a lot happened, and a lot of me being lazy happened. But to make it up to you I have this chapter, which is extra long, and I already have the next chapter written out, so it will be up either tomarrow or the next day.
There will be no problem getting it up either because its already finished. :)
There seems to be a tiny problem with the speed of the story. I understand, I HATE it when stories move fast. I have a reason for doing so though. I dont really have to, but I feel like I have to. Thats why in this chapter, its a bit slow.
No joke. Today, Zexion wouldn't lose his cool. He figured that he was just freaking out because of the fact that he hadn't had anyone like him for sometime and it just so happens that one of the first people to like him was a gay guy. It was enough to freak anyone out. He didn't know how to deal with it at first, hence the freaking out and going slightly psychotic, but after a long nights rest his brain sorted everything out.
He found out that when hes not in charge, he gets a little nervous, which causes blushing and weird thoughts, meaning that Demyx was trying to be the man, and if they ever had a relationship, that's how it would be. Zexion didn't like that, he didn't want to be a girl. He wasn't gay. He wasn't bisexual. He was straight. He didn't like Demyx. Demyx could like him, he was fine with that, but it would always be one sided. Always.
So why had Zexion called Demyx in the middle of the night, seeming to be a love-sick puppy? He wasn't, he was just scared to make plans with the blonde. He was never one to call people, so it was a shocker to him that he had to do it. He didn't know what to say, its not like he could just call say "1pm tomorrow, these and those cross streets, meet me there" and hang up. He was polite... and sat in silence until Demyx chose were to go.
That leaves one little Zexion sitting in front of his mirror, staring at himself like he had been for the past five minutes. For once he was dressed like he wasn't going to work, which was good, because that's just what he was doing. Thankfully his mom came in and dumped clean laundry on him that morning, meaning that he got a fresh pick. Out of all of his clothes, he seemed to pick whatever was blandest. Why? Zexion wasn't feeling like putting himself out there today.
He preferred not to be hunted down by band t-shirt hunters. They always seemed to spot him where ever he went, and it was annoying when the same five people would stop him from what hes doing just to stare at his shirt and then comment "I like your shirt." Every time that happens hes so tempted to just say, "If you like it so much, then go buy it, so you can say to yourself how much you like it because its pissing me off." Of course that's never happened, yet.
What would really piss him off is if they came up, and said they liked his shirt, even though he was just wearing a plain gray one. It fit looser on him, instead of those chest constricting button ups, even though he didlike them, though they were still a pain when his mind had nothing else to think about. The shirt also matched his pants, which were skinnys. Surprise, surprise.
From below him, he could hear his phone vibrating against the wooden desk that his mirror was setting on. I just now realized how much of a girl I must look like right now... He'd had that mirror there ever since he was a little kid. That was the one thing in his room that never changed. Looking down at the now bright screen, he picked up the rectangular piece of shit and saw next to Text/ Multimedia Messages: was the number 1. He opened the message lickety-split.
Ill be there in like ten minutes or something. moms yelling at me. ;D
Thats always nice to hear when your about to leave. Zexion thought, debating on weather he should reply or just leave it be. ... His suspicion got the better of him, as he curiously replied with:
Why is she yelling at you?
With his phone in hand, Zexion stood up from his chair and walked out of him room, into the kitchen, which he always found himself in when he had nothing else to do. The moment he stepped his foot onto one of the bluish colored tiles, his mom spoke. "You're going out today, right?" She was reading a book, probably one of her creepy ass spiritual things she would talk to her son about late at night.
"Yeah." He knew that wasnt the answer she was looking for, for yesterday he never told her who exactly he was going out with. He was actually hoping she'd just leave it and he wouldn't haven't to explain anything to her, but it didn't seem like that was the case.
"With who?" She questioned, setting her book down and taking up her coffee into her hands, taking a sip from it.
"Demyx." Her eyes immediately look at Zexion, boring into him with confusion. "Its okay, I've thought every through." He rushed, almost feeling like he should be waving his arms around. If he didn't say anything, his mother would get the impression that hes gay. "I'm not gay, and I don't like guys, and if Demyx likes me, then its not going to make me hate him or anything, I'll just let him know that I'm straight." He watched his mother's eyes soften as she nodded her head.
"I don't know if I've come off harsh about this or something... I don't have anything against this Demyx boy... I just don't want him taking you away. You haven't left the nest yet." Rolling his eyes, Zexion felt the corners of his lips twitch.
"Im not leaving the nest anytime soon. Demyx is just... borrowing me for a little bit." As sexual as that can sound, I really don't mean for it to be that way. Again, his mom nodded her head, letting her cup take its place back on the table. Now its safe to sit down. Zexion did just that, taking the chair closest to him, and next to his mom. "Hes really nice, if that helps anything."
"Just as long as he doesn't hurt my baby, ill be fine." Protective mother, what would I do without one? "And as long as he brings you home before I'm fast asleep. I don't want to have to wake up hearing your footsteps at one in the morning."
"I dont think thats going to be a problem."
"Where are you two going?"
"I've never been there, I don't think, its got some really weird name, and I guess they play movies there and there's an arcade thing. Its like a little kids place or something, but they play R rated movies so I have no idea." Zexion said, recalling last nights conversation.
"So this guys lots of fun then? If he wants to go to a little kids fun house." She joked, picking back up her book.
"I haven't really hung out with him yet, but from what I've seen you could be right." Just as he finished his sentence, the phone in his hand vibrated again. Looking down at it there was another new text message. Like last time, he opened it up snickered at what it said.
I don't know, I'm not listening. I think I'm outside your house.
"What?" His mom asked.
"He thinks hes outside."
"Oh god, you've befriended a dud." Zexion stood from the table, and cut through the little pathway to the front door. The moment he opened it, he spotted a unfamiliar blue car, and obviously hes not good with cars, so he doesn't know what type it is. The one thing familiar about though, was the person hunched over the wheel, looking just about dead.
Looking back at his phone, the short boy hit the reply button, and punched in:
You're here.
He watched Demyx closely as he did nothing but sit there, until one of his hands with his phone raised and he opened the message. The blonde suddenly jolted up, alive with way to much adrenaline as his eyes pondered around looking for something familiar. Zexion sat there for a few seconds, not sure if Demyx would ever see him, but he thought too soon when their eyes met. Demyx smiled and waved, opening up the door to his car, and stepping out.
He was wearing a shirt with a bunch of different colored monsters on it, noticeable enough to catch any ones eye, but it was covered by a light blue hoodie, zipped up, but open enough to show his shirt. His pants were capris, and Zexion was pretty sure that they were originally skinnys, but were cut themselves up to the knee."I thought you were tricking me for a second!" He called out, the smile never leaving his face. That was a difference between the two, if Zexion were to smile it would only be for a second, but when Demyx smiles, he can keep it on all day and never falter.
"Well, when you said you thought you were here, I figured you'd ended up in Mexico or something, and that was just your way of saying I'm lost." The slate haired boy accused. Demyx pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, his eyebrows furrowing.
"I never get lost."
"Of course you don't." Zexion agreed sarcastically, holding the door open for Demyx who passed through with a smile back on his face. "Mom, Demyx is here." A shuffle came from the kitchen, hinting that she was still in there. "Shes in the kitchen." Zexion pressed his hand against the blonde's back, pushing him toward the gaping space that led into their destination.
"Hi, Mrs. Zexion's mom!" The moment her eyes layed on Demyx they lit up and sparkled. Zexion wasn't sure if it was out of happiness, or surprise, all he knew was that he himself was surprised to get that reaction from her.
"Call me Danna, Demyx." She said, her voice filled with another emotion Zexion couldn't place. "I didn't have a clue that you were so cute! How come you didn't say anything Zexion?"
"Yeah, how come you didn't mention how cute I am?" Demyx pouted again. The short haired boy was speechless. He was completly at a loss for words, all too baffled to even think straight. He thought his mom would have been questioning Demyx like he was a murderer, not cherish him and spoil him with compliments. She didn't even treat Axel that way.
"I geuss it never poped up...?"
"No matter," his mom said, waving her hand in the air to dismiss it. She looked back at Demyx, smiling brightly. "You really are just too cute." His eyes seemed to glow with his 'cuteness'.
"Thank you."
"Hes polite too. I think you should hang out with this boy more, Zexion. Forget Axel." Demyx laughed, Zexion's mom laughed, but Zexion was still stunned, not that he would have laughed anyways. Axel was impossible to get rid of. "You're going to bring Zexion back in one piece, right?"
"Not unless I want to keep some of him for myself." Demyx joked, and to further amaze the short boy, his mom laughed again.
"Alright, alright, enough of talking with the old lady. You two go ahead and go." Almost urgently, she pushed Demyx and her son out of the house, telling them what a good time they should have.
"I really like your mom." Demyx said randomly on the ride to wherever they were going. It had been quiet for five minutes, but Demyx was never one for long periods of silence, was he? Obviously not, he had been humming up until the comment he had just made, which caused Zexion to look at him. He deadpanned when he saw that Demyx's eyes weren't on the road.
"Eyes on the road." He ordered, trying not to sound to pushy. Demyx grinned, turning his head forward. "Axel likes her too, she finds him quite annoying though. I always tell her shes not the only one." The blonde laughed, nodding his head, as he agreed casually. "Obviously she likes you though."
"Usually parents tell me to knock off a bar on my adrenaline wheel... whatever that means." Demyx sounded truely confused, making Zexion sweat drop. I'm suprised he passed the driving test. I figured he wouldn't know what RR stands for... unless he cheated.
"It means you're too hyper." Zexion explained. "You need to take your excitement down a level and try to be calm."
"Oh! I get it now, that makes a lot of sense now that I think about it." The slate haired boy nodded, happy that he could help Demyx understand. He was a teacher after all. "Does anyone ever tell that to you?" The teacher scoffed.
"Of course not. They have no reason to tell me anything, except if they want to hear me talk. I reserve and isolate myself." Demyx made an 'mhm' sound, like he understood that too.
"Who are you reserving yourself for?" Zexion looked at him, confused.
"What?" Demyx's eyes glanced over, before shooting back to the road realizing he was being watched.
"You said you're reserved. Who are you reserving yourself for?" A palm came in contact with the short boys forehead. "What?" The blonde whimpered.
"When I say reserve, I dont mean someone is coming to get me. Reserved means that I keep to myself." Demyx's jaw fell ajar.
"I never knew that."
The car ride continued on the same. Zexion would say something about himself, Demyx would pretend to understand until he finally got up the courage to ask what the word meant, and Zexion would explain it to him; Such as the word cold. Demyx was just about to take his hands off the wheel to try and find something to warm Zexion up, when all he meant was that hes impassive. Or borish, Demyx thought Zexion was trying to say that he was boring the blonde, when he wasn't, and astute. Demyx's reaction was;
"Fucking hell Zexy! Why are you calling yourself a prostitute!?"
Eventually they lapsed into a another quiet silence, that once again didn't last that long, for they arrived at whatever the places name was. Zexion wouldnt have known had Demyx not pointed it out screaming "Oh my god! Look Zexy! There it is! MAXAMILLIONACARDIUM!" Seriously, what kind of name is that? Maxamillion and Arcadium are two separate words, why put them together?
Zexion thought, staring at the sign off in the distance that was blaring with colors and lights. Beside it was a ginormous building that looked like it should belong to the Bank of America rather than a kids fun house.
The moment they entered, Zexion felt like he was on a date with Demyx. The blonde paid for him, even though the short boy was ready to pay for himself. Not that the prices were a expensive, but they were more than average. He could understand why though, although it didn't phase him how fun the place looked, he was never really into machines and moving obstacles, but he'd have fun either way. Demyx on the other hand looked like he was about ready to piss himself if the guy didn't give him their cards so they could get going.
"Just another minute sir." Demyx glared at the man, whose name was Jerry from the looks of his name tag, and thats when Zexion noticed another thing about the boy, he could go from happy and smiling to pissed off and giving looks that could scare anyone shitless. "Here you go." 'Jerry' smiled and handed the blonde their passes.
"Thanks." He spat, turning around, while his face contorted back into excited and bright. "Theres yours." He handed Zexion a card that you use to swipe through the little card slots to be able to play the game.
"Thank you."
"What do you want to do first?" And that's the moment Zexion went brain dead.
"Uhm... whats there to do?" It was Demyx's turn to deadpan.
"What do you mean what is there to do?" He gawked, spreading his arms wide. "What does it look like there is to do?" The short boy looked around. "We can play games, we can go eat, get a drink, just sit around like creepers and stare at people, we can take pictures, we can ride funky little rides, we can go see a movie..."
"Lets go get a drink."
"How did I know you'd pick the most boring thing ever to do first?" Demyx teased, leading Zexion across the building. The place was loud as fuck with little kids screaming, parents talking and teenagers like themselves joking about and cheating on the games. The smells were horrible, the short boy could already smell the bathrooms even though he had no clue were they were. "What do you want to drink?"
"What do they have?" Demyx deadpanned again.
"They have everything," He took in a deep breath before naming things off at top speed, almost like in one of those commercials were it tells you everything you need to know if .5 seconds. "They have Diet Pepsi, Pepsi, coke, Dr.pepper, lemond aid, ice tea, Sprite, Diet Sprite, everythingInameoffcomesindietjusttoletyouknow, Fanta, bothstrawberryandorange-"
"I want a lemon aid." Zexion was never one for intruding on peoples sentences, but he felt that if he didn't stop Demyx then, the boy would never stop at all.
"Really? That acually sounds good right now. What flavor do you want? They have the original flavor which is lemon-"
"Ill just have that."
"Me too, do you want any sugar, they have normal sugar, splenda-"
"Just normal sugar is fine."
"How many? One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six-?" Holy shit.
"Three, that's all. I suggest you get none though." Demyx stared at Zexion as though he were some crazy bitch.
"Its not good without sugar though." Zexion couldn't help but cover his smile with his hand. Demyx was just so outgoing, he was the complete opposite of the shorter boy, and here he was wanting nothing more than to hang out with him.
"How many do you usually get?"
"Fifteen." Zexion raised his brows. "Well, that's only when I'm feeling tired, and want to sleep. Usually I have twenty." If Zexions eyebrows could raise any higher, they did. "But I get a big ass cup of it... so, you know... its not that much if you think about it..."
"Can I help you?" A girl in her early teens stepped up, causing the slate haired boys attention to turn to her. She had long brown hair that hung down past her shoulders. Her smile was cute and she looked innocent as fuck. The name on her name tag said; Olette.
"Oh my god! I didnt know you worked here, Olette!" Demyx exclaimed, suprised. He reached over the counter, grabbing onto the girl in a hug. She had a nice laugh as she hugged back.
"Yep, me and Hayner." They released each other, going back to their previous positions.
"What about Pence?"
"He got a job at Cinnabon not to long ago, perfect place for him, right?" Olette joked. Demyx laughed, nodding his head.
"What about Roxas? I haven't talked to him since... I dunno. It hasn't been that long, but he hasn't said anything about getting a job."
"Hes still looking. I know Axel said something about Xigbar being able to get him a job, but they're still looking into it." Xigbar, that sounds oddly familiar from somewhere...
"Now that you mention it, I kind of remember Xigbar mentioning something, but I want too busy eating or doing whatever I do. I don't know." Demyx waved it off, thinking that it would be a drag if he had to remember something. Xigbar...
"Was he guy at the store?" Zexion spoke, his voice barely audible over the rest of the noise. Demyx and Olette looked at him, both nodding in unison like twins.
"Yeah, thats Xiggy." Demyx smiled. "I love that guy, I just wish he wouldn't be such a dick. Oh yeah! I am so fucked with introductions. Zexion, this is one of Roxas's best friends, Olette, Olette, this is Zexion, or Sexy Zexy." He just had to say it in public infront of someone who was listening, didnt he? Olette laughed the same laugh as she had when she hugged Demyx.
"Its nice to meet you." The slate haired boy nodded. "But I'm sure you guys didn't come to talk to me, what would you like?"
"Yeah, I want a large ice tea, and.. what do you want, Zexy?"
"A medium is fine." Demyx smiled.
"Alright, and another ice tea but medium." The girl nodded her head, turning around to fish out a large and a medium cup before walking to the side to the drink dispenser were she placed the cups, letting them fill up.
"Would you like any sugar with that?"
"Yeah, twenty-three of them, please." How is Demyx so skinny? He practically inhales sugar, I'm guessing. 'Olette' smiled again, and took the drinks from the dispenser, setting them in front of the two boys, before grabbing out twenty-three sugars from a pile of them behind her.
"Ill take the drinks," Demyx informed, "You take the sugars." That's pretty sad when you have to have to let someone hold all of the sugars when its normal to be able to hold the drinks and the sugar at the same time. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Yeah." Zexion took the sugars from the girl with a small 'thank you' before following Demyx around running children to an empty table in a separate room in the building, specially made for people who wanted to sit and eat.
"Right here is fine, right?" Demyx asked, setting the drinks down. Zexion nodded, taking a seat. "So you've never been here before?" Demyx asked, passing off three sugars to Zexion, before digging into his own, ripping them open and pouring them into his drink. He would have loved moms kool aid the other day.
"Never. I've never even heard of the place."
"Does it look fun?" The short boy took a sip of his drink, deciding that he need to add the third sugar.
"I don't know how well I'll do with the games, but yeah, it looks like a lot of fun." Demyx chuckled, continuing on with pouring sugars into his drink.
"Dont worry, if you end up losing every single game, I'll share my tickets with you." How kind.
"Let me guess what you get for your prizes..."
"Have a go at it." Zexion didn't even need to think about it before answering.
"Candy." Demyx paused in his sugar opening for a slight second.
"Do you read minds or something?" He asked, smiling. Zexion shook his head.
"Its just obvious." The blonde scoffed.
"Of course it is, look at this." He pointed to all the empty sugar packets on the table, and too his giant cup of sugar he was stiring. Zexion snickered, wondering what people passing by were thinking.
"How many times have you come here?" Zexion asked, curious.
"A lot. Me and Axel usually come, or me and Roxas, and then Axel tags along or we 'bump into' him like Roxas didn't know he was coming." The blonde used bunny ears to emphasize his words.
"Axels getting pretty creepy."
"No shit he is, I think Roxas is secretly loving it though. Hes never gotten this much attention from one person before, sure hes cute," and you're gay, "and a lot of people like him, but they've never followed him around or kept him company even when hes bitching. He knows that Axel means well, hes just being stubborn because the first thing he said to Axel was 'I dont like you'. He likes to keep to his word, and it kills him when he has to go against it."
"You know Roxas well, then."
"I've known him since Pre-school, I was in Kindergarten at the time though. We've been together since." They really are close. Me and Axel haven't even known each other that long.
"When did Axel and Roxas meet?"
"About three months ago. Axel knows everything about Roxas, even things I don't, but that's only because hes a stalker."
"And a pedophile. Isnt that a problem with anyone?" Zexion asked.
"The cops," Demyx joked, before shaking his head. "Nododys told me that its a problem, expert maybe Roxas's parents. They dont like Axel hanging around their house twenty-four seven, but its not like you can get rid of him. They just don't know that old man Axel wants to have buttsex with their illegal son." Zexion bit his tongue to keep from smiling.
"How is your cup of sugar?" Zexion teased, changing the subject. Demyx took a sip, making 'mmm' sound before answering.
"Its amazing. Hows your tasteless shit?" Zexion copied Demyx, taking a sip, and making the same 'mmm' sound.
"Phenomenal." Demyx gave Zexion a look.
"Now you know that I don't know what that word means."
"It means that same as what you described your drink as." Zexion informed, taking another sip.
"Well if that's the case, then I think we should trade drinks to see whose lying." Demyx gave another look to Zexion as if he were saying 'you're lying and your drink tastes like shit'.
"We already know who's not telling the truth, Demyx, but if you must have proof that you're lying, then hand your drink over." Zexion took up the challenge, not even thinking twice before they traded drinks. That was, up until the drink was set infront of him. Demyx's lips have been on this, probably his tongue too.
"Whats the problem, Zexy? Scared your going to lose?" Demyx gloated. Zexion watched as the blonde's lips wound around his own straw. Fuck.
"Of course not, I'm just scared that you back-washed." Demyx made a face.
"Ew. I do not back-wash." Zexion smirked, before deciding not to stall. He placed his lips on Demyx's straw and took a sip, sugar immediately filling his mouth, spreading across his taste buds.
"Alright, I'll give it to you." Demyx mumbled. "You're drink doesn't taste like tasteless shit."
"Go Zexy Go! Push it faster! Come on! Come on! Go go go!" Demyx screamed, abusing and practically deafening Zexion in his right ear. "Hurry! Hurry!" Zexion pounded his hand onto the overly large, round button, the feeling in his hand completely gone by now. His mustles ached and were screaming at him, begging him to stop using his arm, but his other arm wouldn't move as fast as this one, and he was already at seven hundred tickets. "Forty more seconds! Forty more seconds! Forty more seconds! Go!" The blonde looked like he was spazzing out of the corner of the others eye.
"Then help me!" Zexion screamed, his voice nothing compared to the roar of the other games. He didn't expect he'd have this much fun playing a game, but hell, the games here loved him. Demyx ran up, both of his hands continuously hitting the red button. His fists were hitting Zexion's small hands, but it wasn't like he could feel anything. He'd been doing this for two minutes straight.
"Go! Go! Go!" The blonde continued to scream, slamming his hands harder against the button. "Ten more seconds!" A crowd had formed around them, probably wondering why two boys were screaming like hoes. Demyx was most likely the crowd grabber after cheer leading at the side lines, and then jumping into the game, attacking the machine's button with all his fiery, while dancing around on his tip toes like he was about to piss his pants. "Go!"
The machine seemed to blow into a combustion of noises and lights, while in huge numbers flashed at the top. Both boys looked up, seeing the '1000' before screaming again. "Oh my god! Zexy, you did it!" Demyx grabbed onto the short boy, holding onto him in a death grip. Zexion clung onto Demyx, letting his forehead hit the others shoulder, completely worn to a T.
"That was so much fun." He said, letting Demyx know, who wasn't listening at all. He was too busy laughing his ass off, probably gloating in his head about how hes got more tickets than all the little pussys running around who cant even get one hundred because they're arms fell off by the time the first round was over. The blonde released Zexion, a smile bright enough to light up the world on his face.
"I cant believe you just did that." The slate haired boy grinned, letting his arms drop from around Demyx. He could feel his mustles pulsing, and could hear thier little whistpers of gratitude, thankfull that Zexion stopped using them. "So with your one thousand, your five hundren and your two hundred, plus my six hundred we have..."
"Two thousand, three hundred tickets." Obviously they've been playing games for a while, nae?
"Its eleven now, do you want to go get shit from the prize whatever it is?" Demyx asked, bending down to rip the ticket from the one connecting it inside the machine. He collected them into his hands, along with the other thousand-three hundred.
"Sure." The teacher nodded, walking with the other across the game machines to the large section of building that held copious amounts of easily breakable items that kids just loved to get. As they were walking though, a short kid, half of Zexion's size, which is pretty damn small, ran in front of them like they weren't even there. Zexion practically tripped, and Demyx almost dropped every single ticket.
And who knows what little kids would come running up if they saw fallen tickets on the floor. "Jesus Christ!" He shouted, just before the kid turned around, and a man walked up.
"Sorry about him." The man apologized. "Hes not taking to his manners very well." Demyx looked at the aging, what they would guess to be, dad.
"Your kid really needs to adrenaline." What the hell? That made no sense at all... I thought I told him what adrenaline meant.. The kids dad seemed just as confused as he looked from Demyx to Zexion. Instead of responding he walked away, following his kid to wherever. "Looks like hes not taking to his manners very well either."
"Demyx, you just made no sence at all."
"What are you talking about? I just told him that his kid needs to adrenaline." What is he trying to say?
"Adrenaline is a hormone. It makes you energetic. You cant use it in a sentence like that... it makes no sence." Demyx looked at the shorter boy oddly.
"I dont understand."
"Just-... never mind. Lets keep walking." For once, Zexion didn't feel like teaching. Demyx was just way too stupid.
"Well, you guys hit the jackpot tonight, didn't you?" Before them was a boy with blonde hair, and camouflage clothing, even though it was the same outfit that every worker there wore.
"That we did, Hayner. No thanks to Zexy." And now another person knows what you call me.
"It would have just been 2000 if you didn't help out, Demyx." That made the tall blonde smile. He handed off the mountain of tickets to Hayner who turned around and began working them into a different machine. Most likely one that counted them.
"This is Zexion, Zexion, this is Hayner, another one of Roxas's best friends." At least you didnt say Zexy... not that he doesnt know already. Hayner turned around, waving. Zexion raised a hand in return.
"Have you guys seen Olette, yet?"
"Yeah," Demyx answered. "We saw her when we first came in, and I figured that we'd run into you sometime. I heard Pence is working at Cinnabon." Hayner scoffed, turning back to the machine.
"If you want to call eating all the rolls working. He went in there said 'give me some more chub, I like to eat' and they gave him the job." Demyx laughed at that, leaning against the counter. I'm guessing Pence isn't very skinny?
"Hes an attractive fatty, I'll give him that." Demyx said, although Zexion wasn't sure if he was joking or not.
"You guys have two thousand, three hundred tickets. Pick what you want." Hayner turned back around, motioning to the large display of useless toys.
"I want that ninja sword! Can I get the ninja sword, Zexy?" Demyx asked, eyes wide and hopeful. The corners of Zexion's mouth raised.
"You don't have to ask. I don't really want anything, go ahead and get what you want." The short boy offered. Demyx stared at him as if he didn't believe what he was saying.
"Im not going to do that. You earned most of them yourself."
"I earned them to have fun, and I had my fun. Now you get your candy."
"Come on, please? Just one little piece at the next red light?" Demyx begged, not letting himself look over for fear of being hit upside the head, or lectured about how you should never take your eyes off the road when driving. The entire ride home he'd been begging to have some of the candy he'd eventually gotten with all the tickets they'd won. Zexion said he'd have to get the candy himself, but he wasn't aloud to take his eyes off the road long enough to get it, and Zexion was convinced that it would take him longer that a red light to open it, so by the time he would have it open, horns would be honking at them to move their asses.
"No."
"Please!? I got the candy to eat it, not so it could sit in a giant bag in the back and melt. I'm really hungry, we didn't eat anything while we were there." That almost convinced the slate haired boy.
"You can eat when you get home."
"But I'm hungry right now." He pouted out his bottom lip before thinking up another excuse to eat his candy. "I admitted that your ice tea with only three sugars wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I never admit to things like that." Why does he have to be right?
"What kind do you want?" Zexion asked, unbuckling himself from his seat while turning himself around, his upper half launched into the back of the car while his lower half stayed up front.
"Uhm..." Demyx thought a moment, and without Zexion knowing, he took one of his hands off the wheel, and closed his eyes to think about it. "Get me one of those air heads." Rustling and commotion came from the back as Zexion grunted and cursed while trying to find an air head through the massive pile of sugar. Literally, there were packets of sugar. They stopped by Olette again before they left just so Demyx could get about thirty more packets.
"Alright," The short boy muttered, trying to move back up front.
"You know, for someone whose all bent up on keeping hands on the wheel, and eyes on the road, you sure aren't afraid to leave your seat belt off and get into weird positions using the front and back of the car. Make sure its cherry." Zexion looked down at his hand.
"Fuck me." He growled, throwing the candy back into the bag.
"Of course, your butts right here. I've got good access." Zexion could feel Demyx's head rest against his hip.
"If my ass had arms, I'd pimp slap you with them." Demyx snickered, raising his head away from the others hip. "You are so lucky theres a cherry air head right here." He warned, picking it up and shooting himself back up to the front.
"Can you feed it to me? I cant move my hands."
After feeding Demyx an air head, and having to go back and find him a snickers, they pulled up in front of Zexions lone, little, neighborhood house. "Thank you Demyx, that was honestly really fun."
"You're welcome." He smiled, unlocking the car doors. "But before you go..." Oh, god... Hes going to kiss me. I haven't been freaked out by him the entire night, I acually never even thought about his crush on me, but now this... "Im pretty cheesy, so I want to give you something." Please don't say a kiss. "Close your eyes." Fucking hell no. Disobeying his mind, and not wanting to disappoint Demyx, Zexion's eyes fluttered shut, darkness surrounding him.
He was aware of everything now, the speed of his heart racing the 'no's flashing through his head, the sound that Demyx was causing, which sounded a lot like a bag moving. "I don't know if you consider me one..." The feeling of the blonde's heat radiated off of him as he got closer to Zexion. "But when I like people a lot, I consider them something special." Holy. Fucking. Shit. He could feel the skin of Demyx's hands brush against his neck, and a cold feeling, almost like metal press against his skin. What the hell is he doing? Putting a collor on me? "You can open your eyes now."
The short boy did as told, opening his eyes just as Demyx's hands were placed back in his lap. No kiss? He looked down, and grasped a small chain link necklace that now hung from his neck. A small jigsaw puzzle piece shaped chunk of metal hung from the chain. He lifted it up, closer to his eyes to inspect it. It said 'friends'.
"I took best just in case you only considered us friends, and not best friends." Demyx mumbled. Best friends. Zexion felt his lips turn up in a smile. He looked up, meeting the others eyes.
"Thank you, again. I wouldn't have minded if you gave me best." That night they separated from each other with a hug, nothing weird or flirtatious, nothing that would cause Zexion to think that Demyx was going to kiss him. It was friendly, something that best friends gave each other.
Everything was fine and dandy. Up until Zexion got into his house and he realized just how nice Demyx's legs looked in those pants.
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I know that this chapter I sort of made Zexion sound like he didnt like Demyx and/or that he wanted Demyx to get away from him like he has coodies, but trust me. This is a yaoi story, there will be Zemyx. Zexions just being a hard ass about it.
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