AN: Alright, so here's the next part of the story. I don't own Kingdom Hearts, and please review if you like it, it's a huge boost and encourages me to keep writing :D

Demyx

Demyx hesitantly walked onto his new campus, and realized quickly he would fit in here pretty well. He saw a group of kids sitting off on their own, playing various instruments. He walked over to them hesitantly, not wanting to intrude but he was curious. They glanced at him and then went back to making music.

Demyx's school was a little different than the traditional school, the classes weren't at set times, the kids just went in and out as they chose, because this was the "artsy" school, so if the person wasn't interested in learning English, so what? He was going to go far in a famous band anyway. Who cares if she didn't want to learn math? She was going to be a famous painter. That was the mindset of the school.

Demyx walked to his first class, which was Art History. A lot of the kids left after about ten minutes of class, Demyx was one of the few that stayed.

The class went on for another forty minutes and then it was break. Demyx's next class was music theory. He walked in kind of shyly because he still didn't know anyone. He sat down next to a girl named Eliza. She smiled at him and scooted over to make room for him because the students shared tables. He sat down and set his backpack beside him. He looked over and saw she was drawing a picture of the ocean.

"Wow, you're really good." he commented. She smiled.

"Thanks."

Her voice was quiet, and sweet. It reminded Demyx of a bird, and it spurred him to smile back at her. She blushed and went back to her sketchpad, adding shade and color to her drawing. Demyx just watched, hypnotized by her hand strokes.

After a while the teacher asked if anybody played an instrument. Demyx summoned his sitar under the table so nobody would see it magically appear, and he pulled it out. The teacher asked if he would play something.

Demyx bit his lip and looked at Eliza. She smiled and nodded in encouragement. He smiled back and started to play a song that he had written. After he was done he sat down in embarrassment, but everybody clapped so he felt better.

Then it was Eliza's turn. She stood up and smoothed her shorts down. She was wearing an oversized, off the shoulder striped black and grey shirt with a white tank top underneath, and short black denim shorts, along with black flats. She pulled out a flute and played a beautiful song that Demyx didn't recognize.

After she finished her song and sat down Demyx turned to her.

"You're really good." he smiled at her.

"Thanks again." she smiled back and blushed a bit. Demyx scooted his chair closer to her and her blush deepened.

"So, you're new?" she asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah, today's my first day."

"Where are you from?"

"Um…it's a small town, you've probably never heard of it." he said nervously.

"Oh, okay." she smiled again.

"How about you?"

"No, I've lived here my whole life. Never moved once."

"Do you wish you had?"

"I don't think so, I mean I guess it would have been cool, but at the same time I love my home." she flipped her ginger colored hair back over her shoulder, her green eyes smiling at him.

Demyx nodded and smiled. Something about this girl was making him feel warm and tingly, and it was an entirely new sensation. It was also confusing, because he knew he wasn't supposed to have feelings.

Before he knew it the bell rang and it was time for his next class, but he decided to go with Eliza to her next class instead. He sat next to her again and they talked the whole period, mostly about their instruments and their love for the ocean.

Pretty soon the day was over and it was time for them to go home. He walked her outside to her ride.

They waited out front for her ride, and suddenly a red Toyota pulled up with the radio blasting. The guy inside was wearing a baseball cap, a black shirt, baggy shorts, and a silver chain around his neck. Eliza waved goodbye to Demyx and got in the car. She kissed the guy, he tipped his hat to Demyx and then gunned the gas and took off.

Demyx sighed and walked to his car. He should have known that somebody as pretty and nice as Eliza would have somebody already. Demyx knew he shouldn't care, especially because he was a nobody, but he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He got in his car and drove home, deep in thought about Eliza.