I feel like this chapter is a failure.
Too much stuff is going on at home, I dont want to explain anything, I dont want to think about it, not ever. I did what I could with this chapter, it was pain typing it, becuase I had to focus on Zexion's happy family, when mines not so happy, so I had to change it a lot, and its not what I wanted.
Someone pointed out a few mistakes in the last chapter, and im sorry for those, and I can guarantee that there will be some mistakes in this chapter too. I cant say that there will be a speedy 6th chapter, but ill do the best I can, with school starting and stuff, ugh. This is not my happiest hour.
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The moment Zexion woke up and went to work, he was surprised as hell. The entire day he had this weird feeling, it wasn't anything bad or good, it was just different. He could have easily misplaced it and went on with his day, but Zexion's mom that morning was freaking out about the whole thing when he told her about it. She ran to her room, got some of her spiritual books and papers and cards, then forced her son to sit there while she explained just about everything she knew to him.
It was horribly time consuming, and the worst part was when he felt like he was being baptized, causing him to almost fall back asleep like he had last night. "Does that help you understand this feeling any better?" She asked once she was finally finished. Her book fell into her lap, closing itself with all its pages full of words and weird meanings that made no sense. "Or did it get worse?"
"It was never really a problem to begin with." Zexion explained. "It was just kind of there, like an itch." He explained. Why couldnt she have just left it alone and asked him how his day went yesterday. Its what normal moms do. Obviously, Zexion didnt have one of those.
"I'm sure we'll find out why its there later in the day." She told, more to herself that to her son. "How was yesterday?" She finally asked, unaware that her son was laying on the couch half dead.
"It was fun. Me and Demyx played a bunch of games, and I won over a thousand tickets." Zexion thought back to the other day, which was probably one of the funnest days that hes ever had, his entire life. "I let him get a bunch of candy, and we ran into some of his friends." His mom smiled, placing her hands over the book in her lap. I wonder what shes thinking. Probably something along the lines of how cute Demyx is.
"Thats good that you two had fun. The moment I saw him," you loved him, "I knew he'd be tons of fun. He seemed like the type to go out to a place for kids and have just as much fun as them. Did his friends hang out with you?" Of course not, we just talked about how fat one of them was, and how another one needs to get a job from Demyx's shirtless friend that lives with him.
"No, they work there. We just got a bunch of free sugars for Demyx from one of them." He paused, looking up at the clock hanging from the wall. He was hoping that the time was playing tricks on him, but when he blinked and looked again, it was still the same. He had to leave for work already, and he didn't even get to eat breakfast, all thanks to his mom and this 'wierd' feeling he had. "I've got to go though."
"Alright, dont forget that today we have that dinner." His mom reminded him. I completely forgot about that. Damnit.
"I know." He lied, standing up, readjusting his now crinkled-ish shirt. "Ill be home on time, don't worry." He added, just in case she would mention something to hold him back from leaving. He gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before setting off to put on his shoes and leave the house into his small, midget car.
He arrived at the schools parking lot just five minutes before the bell rang and he'd be late, which caused him to haul his ass into the school down the halls and into his classroom like no man could. To his luck, the bell rang late, and he was "on time" to his class. The moment he stepped into the room, something was off. Someone was missing. Not that they belonged, but they were usually always there.
Eventually, and by eventually, it meant that near the end of the day, Zexion finally realized that the weird feeling he had was telling him that Demyx wouldn't be coming in that day, and it made Zexion notice just how boring his class seemed now that the blonde wasn't there to goof off. He didn't have anyone to organize his colored paper in the back, which was a minus because today they were doing an art project. Lucky for the teacher, he got to put every piece of paper back in its place.
"Whoever didn't finish their project can finish it at home and bring it back in tomarrow." The slate haired boy called out after the kids who did their daily routine of running out of the classroom once the bell rang. Of course though, there was always that one kid who forgot to take their project. "Dip shit." Now that was really mean, teachers shouldnt say stuff like that about thier students. He scolded himself.
"Yo, short stuff." Theres only one person who calls me that. 'Short stuff' looked up from his computer to the open door and saw a vaguely familiar redhead. And what brings him here to my room when he knows very well were his brothers is.
"Reno." Zexion looked back at his computer, his fingers flying over the keys, punching them in to create words. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard Axel got invited to dinner by your grandma," he walked across the length of the room to Zexion's side, leaning over his shoulder to peer down at the screen," thought I'd invite myself along for some free dinner, maybe a quick fuck, eh?" Anyone would probably look at the red head like he was delusional, but alas, the typer was used to his antics and only brushed them off now.
"Maybe later. Does Axel know you're here?"
"When does he ever not know, yo?" Reno stood back up, leaning back on his heels. "He replaced his gay-dar for a Reno-dar just so he can try and shoo me away." Thats probably true... Zexion saved what he was typing, and closed out of the WordPad before standing up.
"In that case, since he already knows your here, lets go find him. I'm sure hes waiting for you."
Of course, Axel wasn't waiting for Reno, actually, he was glaring daggers at him the moment we walked out while flicking his lighter on and off outside of the schools building, while he sat all by himself on the curb. As brothers, the two redheads had their ups and down, but ninty-nine percent of the time they acted like best friends rather then siblings, except when it was dinner at Zexions. Axel hated sharing grandma, and guess who grandma cherished just as much as Axel. Reno.
"Yo, Axie." Reno called out, waiting for his brother to stop messing with his lighter and give him a smile. It never happened. "Excited to see grandma?" If it could happen, Axel's glares grew stronger, digging deeper into his brother. "Alright, alright, I get it, yo. Someones being a pussy. I cant wait to see grandma!" That's when Axel snapped.
"Grandma hates you."
"Grandma wishes she could take me home with her, even said so herself, yo. And I would, but I cant, Rude's got pretty stern rules on me taking vacations from my job."
"Speaking of your job, shouldn't you be working?" Zexion asked, hoping the lighten the tension in their big bubble. He hated being in the middle of a family feud, especially when all it was over was his grandma.
"Nope. Phones off, im not here." Reno said curtly.
Guess what? The ride home was filled with the same exact talk. Minus Axel and Reno actually together; Reno was mooching a ride off Zexion, while Axel had his own ride. The oldest redhead lied though, and was talking to his brother on the phone the entire time. Even up until Axel stopped listening and went a different way because he "forgot something at home". Whatever that meant.
"Alright, get off the phone, stop talking and go visit grandma." Zexion ordered, feeling a headache blowing itself into his head. You can only take so much of Reno, and the teacher had his weeks worth.
"Whatever, yo. You just need more of an attention span." With that he got out of the car and to Zexion's relief, didn't slam the door like every other time he got out.
"I don't know how grandma can put up with him." The boy, now by himself, said to no one. "I just have to get through dinner and that should be it. He can leave, and Axel can leave, and I can go to my room and sit there in silence." The images of himself locked within his own room calmed him to some extent, there was always the little thoughts in the back of his mind though, snickering at him and pulling his strings, letting him know that what he wanted was a long way away.
Obviously he didn't know just how long he'd been drifting away because the next thing he knew, a gush of air wafted into the car around him, hands pressed against his body and voices sounded in his ears. "Zexy, wake up sleepy head." Pulling himself out of his quiet, daydreaming stupor, the slate haired boy lifted his head that seemed to of planted itself onto his steering wheel to stare up at a crazy blonde.
"Why are you here?" He questioned, confused out of his mind. He didnt remember ever inviting Demyx over. How did he get here? He didn't know where Demyx lived, but if he was here, it couldn't be too far, could it?
"What are you talking about, silly? Axel invited me over." Silence followed his words like a loyal dog to his owner. "Oh, he didnt tell you?" Zexion shook his head, his mind not fully with him. "Well, in that case, Axel invited me over for dinner. So here I am!" If this isnt weird enough I dont know what is. Still dazed, the boy grabbed his keys, got out of his car, once Demyx cleared the way and shut his door.
Maybe Im dreaming. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't dreaming. And he realized that the moment he walked into his house. Axel had to bound his way over, yelling a million words per second about how worried he was that his best friend had died while parking his car. "Im so glad you're okay! You shouldn't drive anymore! Grandma! Grandma!"
"What is it, sweetheart?" Said grandma pulled herself into the hallway that both Zexion and Demyx were stuck in, thanks to Axel who was inching his way closer and closer to them.
"Take Zex's drivers lisence! Who knows who he could kill on the road!" Jesus.
"You're infuriating me Axel." Zexion groaned, holding a hand to his head. He was beginning to feel that head ache coming back. "I'm going up to my room for a few minutes. Call me when dinners ready." This isn't the way you should be treating your house guests. This is a horrible impression for Demyx. You're coming off as a jackass. Zexion looked back at Demyx, giving him an apologetic look before pushing past Axel to go to his room. He never lost his cool, never. So, why is it happening now?
Everythings annoying me. Reno in the car, Axel fighting back and not telling me he was inviting Demyx. Demyx just being himself. Grandma and grandpa. The smell of dinner. With a slouch to his walk, Zexion pulled open his door, and the first thing he did was fall face first into his bed. If I can just fall asleep; I'll live through the rest of today. Maybe no one will care and think im sick... No, mom would get worried and wake me up... I'm a horrible person, treating guests like this... its kind of funny how im not considering them friends right now. Probably because all they want is grandma...
Pelvis. Why does that sound so familiar. Pokemon. What the hell? Flarion. I loved that pokemon. "Zexion! Zexion!" One sleepy slate haired boy opened his eyes, his head shooting up without warning, earning a crack from his neck, and pain full spike to shoot around the previously cracked neck.
"Shit. Ugh, god." He grabbed the back of his neck, rubbing at the soreness as he lifted himself up.
"Lemme in! Please?!" Something hit his door, and Zexion knew that if he didn't let whoever wanted in, in, that there would be nothing there to hit the next time someone would want to visit him.
"Okay!" He growled, suprised at how much he sounded like a bear. My god... that just went a little to far. His door opened to a bubbly blonde named Demyx.
"I was getting worried about you," He said, letting himself into the room, shutting the door. "You sleep like dead pig." Really? I've never received that compliment before. Thanks for letting me in on what you think of my sleeping form. Do I smell like one too? Please enlighten me.
"Yeah, a dead pig with a dislocated neck." Zexion muttered sourly. Demyx laughed, not understanding that the other boy was serious until he eyed the placement of his hand.
"Oh, your neck really does hurt?" As much as he didn't want to, his body reacted on its own and moved his neck to nod. Imediatly he winced, hissing out his pain, not believing he was that stupid. Demyx made a small 'ouch' noise before clapping his hands together. "Alright, I'm a specialist as massauges, ill make your neck all better!" Or you think im a sadist who just wants you to rip my neck bones out one by one while im still alive and breathing. Even with his thoughts covered with gore, Zexion let Demyx walk over and take control.
First he explained that it would be weird if he layed Zexion down on his stomach and straddled his ass. Thats an understatement. So they opted for Zexion to sit between Demyx's legs. Which is still weird."Its normal for me to go ahead and straddle, because I usually only do this with girls, and its not like it would be creepy or anything, well, maybe for them, but for me I don't really care because I'm- Oh..." Zexion would have looked back to look at Demyx, not understanding why he stopped so suddenly, but once the words registered in his head, he understood, and he was still injured.
"Its okay." The short boy, who was still holding his neck in pain, reassured. "Axel told me." Zexion purposely failed to mention that fact that Axel also told him that Demyx liked him.
"Oh... Okay... We dont have to do this if your uncomfortable." I'm already sitting between your legs. Your crotch is pretty damn close to my ass. I don't think it gets any more uncomfortable than this, not that its uncomfortable. I could always say that your crotch is cozy.
"Dont worry, just fix my neck." So I can stop sounding creepy.
"Alright." To Zexion, Demyx didn't sound 'alright' with things. The slate haired boy wanted to know what was going through his head. Was he wondering just how much Axel gossiped? Was he scared that he would admit that he liked him? What about if Zexion just freaked on him? "You need to move your hand though."
"Sorry," Zexion said sheepishly, removing his hand to set it down in his lap with the other one. Saying nothing else to two sat in silence, in an awkward position for anyone would would walk in, as Demyx's hands slid across the other boys neck. His fingers were incredibly soft, feeling like he wore lotion constantly, thumbs kneeded into the nape of his neck as fingers pressed into the flesh of his shoulders, they moved over and around the thin chain of metal of which Zexion still hadn't taken off since the other night.
Does he still have his on?
It felt good, he could already feel that his neck would be better after this. Is he taking up being a massuese as a career? The blonde's fingers dug deeper into his neck and around the spot that ached, curing it from its pain. Zexion could feel his head dropping, as if he felt a pressure pulling it down. He didn't mind at all, acually, it was making him feel sleepy.
"How is it feeling?" For the slightest of seconds, the short boy wasnt sure if the questioned was even asked.
"It feels great, like nothing ever happened." He could feel the smile radiating from Demyx. He was aware of how much people liked compliments on what they do.
"Good." He continued pressing his fingers agianst Zexion's skin, happy to get rid of the knots that were previously there.
"If you want, I can do your back too." The thought of the massauge going on sounded like a wonderful idea to the slate haired boy's happy head, but when he tried to say yes, all that came out was a content hum of satisfaction. The fingers that were once on his neck tickled their way down his back, sending shivers and goosebumps across his skin.
"Hey Zexy." A whistper of a voice purred. Zexion opened his eyes, his body solid as a rock. "Zexy." God, I feel like I'm sinking. Of course he could feel and see everything around him, but still.
"What?" His voice came out, barely there.
"Can I try on one of your shirts?" Try on one of my shirts? The short boy raised his head, no pain, only the feeling that bags were weighing him down.
"What?" He asked again. The vibration of Demyx's laughter hit his back, letting him know he was still were he was when he had just drifted off, for the third time that day.
"I want to try on one of your shirts, please? They look really cool."
"Okay...?" The next thing he knew he was falling backwards, his back connecting with his plush bed. "Does this always happen when you get a massauge?" Zexion asked, looking over at a now shirtless blonde. He didn't catch it at first, and even when he did he didn't know why he was doing it, but he was blushing. Demyx snickered, looking around at the bunch of shirts surrounding him.
"Im geussing you were already tired to begin with, and I gave you my extra long treatment."
"Extra long treatment?" You better not have been humping me.
"Yeah, I kept going up until you fell asleep, even after you fell asleep. You made cute, little noises from time to time, almost like a hamster or a rabbit." So I go from a dead pig, so a hamster?
"Oh." Damn, your back looks nice.
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