~Chapter Two~

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"Okay, so where was it? What street was it on?" I was trying to drive Demyx to a job interview he had, but so far, it was not going so well. For one thing, he wasn't sure exactly where it was. For another thing, he didn't even remember the name of the place. It was like, a private law firm, but it was the guy's name, and he said that it was something really hard to pronounce. This was seeming really shady. Why would this guy make the interview at eight at night on Friday?

"I told you, it's on Sprinkle!"

"Well where is Sprinkle?"

"I-I-I don't know!" I sighed. God, leave it to Demyx to get lost and then panic, only getting us more lost.

"Alright, I'm turning onto Mills." I decided, turning right onto the road that seemed busier than the one I was on. I was trying to get to downtown.

"There! There! You have to turn onto Lake Street! Turn there on Lake!"

"Demyx, shut up! You're freaking me out!" I couldn't concentrate when he was shouting like that! I did my best to turn the corner where he indicated. Yes, this looked familiar... and just up here, it should connect with Sprinkle... bingo. So... where was the place? "Do you see it anywhere?" He scanned the buildings as we passed, desperately glancing back and forth between the roads and the printed directions he had clasped in his hands.

"Well, it's 7740. Where are the addresses? Why doesn't anywhere have any goddam addresses posted?"

"Well, wait, here's one. 7690. We went too far. Let's go back this way." I pulled into a lot, circling around once and cutting into traffic headed the way we's been just coming. "Demyx, dude. Call him. Just tell him where we are, and tell him that we're having trouble finding his exact building."

"Grrrrrrr fine! I didn't want to have to call him. Or be late... shit, man, shit, shit, shit..." he muttered as he punched in the number of his potential future boss. "Hello, Mr. Michaels? This is Demyx. I have an interview with you at eight? I'm running just a bit late, and I'm having some trouble finding your exact building... oh, okay. I see it right now. I'll be there in just a minute. Thank you!" He closed his phone. "Okay, turn right here, into Joyner Auto Center."

"What?" Why would I turn here?

"Because, that's the building it's in."

"It's in an auto center building?"

"Yes. Just let me out of the car." Was he serious?

"No way! This looks shady as hell!"

"Fine then." He opened his door and got out of the car, leaving me as he walked through the front door of this decidedly shady place.

"Demyx, call me if anything goes wrong!" I called out the window after him. He waved.

"I'll be fine, Zexxy!" He winked at me, and I could feel my cheeks blushing.

"Don't fucking call me that! And if something terrible happens to you, it's not my fault!" He winked again before closing the door behind him. Shit. Now what was I supposed to do for the next... well, however long this interview was going to last? I didn't want to go too far away, just in case it turned out that this attorney guy ended up being some sort of crazy rapist murder person and Demyx needed me to come pick him up. Not that I was being melodramatic, or anything. But there was nothing really around here except for a couple of fast-food joints, so I went through a drive-thru, got some fries, and parked in a parking lot. I spent the next half-hour reading my physics book. Well? I was bored and anxious and there was nothing else to do. Alright, forty-five minutes? This was getting ridiculous... what was taking him so long? Shouldn't he have been out here by now? Oh, wait! There he was! I sped to the correct parking lot, pulling up alongside Demyx so that he could get in. Well, he looked okay... not bleeding, smiling...

"What the fuck took you so long?"

"Zexion, I got the job!" He screeched, ignoring my question completely.

"Well good, but why were you in there so long?"

"I was signing tax papers and stuff. Why, you worried, Zexxy?" Ugh.

"No, you retard. I was bored. I had to read my physics book." Of course I was worried, you moron! I worry about you a lot! Of course, I could never say that to him, but that's kind of what I felt like screaming some days.

"Aww, poor, poor Zexion. But yeah, I start next Monday."

"So... why the fuck is a law firm inside of an auto center building?"

"Ah..." He blushed, laughing sheepishly. "I kinda messed that up, 'cause on Craig's list I found it on-"

"Wait, Craig's list? You found out about this job from a website?" Moron! What if it had been a trap? Like some creepy rapist guy luring people to him?

"Dude, Zexxy. Chillax. Lissen, they give you these like, number things, like a serial number for your item or job, and you send stuff to those number things, so I got confused." ...Wow. I'd not heard that before... but I could see how it could happen. That was not the point here, though!

"But Demyx, seriously. What if that had just been some creepy old guy pretending to have a job opening open to attractive young males at fucking eight at night? What if something weird had happened to you? You can't just jump out of the car whenever you want to. You have to consider what might happen to you. I mean, if you had brought someone with you, or maybe turned your cell phone on for once, you would have been safer."

"No, dude, Zexion, chill. Listen. I walk in there, and there's a carseat, pictures of his family, and just all kinds of things like that. I mean, this guy is a family man. He's a really cool guy, I think."

"But you didn't know that going into it! That's what I'm talking about! That lack of planning!" Demyx cocked his head sideways at me, the beginnings of a smile forming on his lips. "What's so funny?"

"I love you, you know that?" Well, that was abrupt.

"That wasn't what I asked you."

"And I know you at least like me a little."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because. You always like to talk to me, or be around me, and you worry about what happens to me. I mean, you have to like me at least a little, right?"

"Well I don't want you to get murdered, do I? I don't really want anyone to get murdered!" I didn't know why I was getting so angry about this.

"Zexion, be honest. Please? Just..." He lowered his eyes, and I could tell that he was being serious; this meant a lot to him. "Just... I mean, you do like me, right? Like, maybe sorta more than just friends?" I sighed. I couldn't deny it. He was the only person I would even consider dating, and he was pretty adorable...

"Maybe," I mumbled, embarrassed.

"I'm glad." He was smiling like a moron. "I really like you." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you tell me like, every ten minutes."

"No, Zexion." He was looking frustrated. Why was he looking frustrated? He was the one being stupid... "No. I'm serious. You always just kinda blow me off, and you don't act like you care that I'm telling you that. Please, just take this seriously. I like you a lot, and I'm starting to feel like I want to be with you." Oh, wow. My brain had totally just frozen up there. What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? I mean, I could tell him how I felt, but that would be so humiliating. Strangely enough, though, I kind of wanted to be with him, too. It went against everything in my nature, to let someone close to me and to admit that I have feelings. I'm not a very open guy, obviously, and I generally don't like to be around people. Not that I dislike people, I just don't like talking to them that much, and I'm not good at it anyway. Which is why I almost expected Demyx to get fed up with me and my gloomy behavior, but apparently, that was not the case.

"So-So what exactly are you trying to ask me?" I stammered.

"Well, you- are we dating? Do you want to date me?" He didn't sound too nervous, but his hands were shaking, and he kept looking at me and then away very quickly. I knew my face was bright red, and I kept tripping over my words.

"Um- I- well, um... sure?" I made it sound more like a question than an answer, but Demyx seemed pretty damn excited about it.

"Really? Oh, awesome!" He pumped his fist in the air, as if in victory. "Awesome! So we can go on dates and stuff now, right?"

"I guess so." He looked ecstatic. I was happy, too... I hadn't really been expecting him to say anything... not that I minded. I hadn't ever really had very many successful relationships, but maybe with Demyx... maybe this could work.

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.
~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

A/N: Well, there's chapter two... I hope you liked it. :)

My friends and I had almost this exact same situation one time, where she had a job interview in this really shady auto center at like 8:30 pm. Kind of an uneventful chapter, but now they're dating!