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Ten Reasons Why I Think I'm Obsessed:

A list by Leon Heart

1. I can't seem to let him move on, no matter how many times I say I'm done trying. Would be concerned except I know he wants me too. Well, I don't know, but it makes me feel better to think that.

2. The fact that I don't know if he cares and yet I'm doing this anyway… obsessed much? He must care about me somewhat though… he just has to.

3. How do I know this? I see him sneaking glances at me. Not annoyed glances. More like relieved glances. How would I know? I'm at the same party he went to. Why? I love him, dammit, that's why.

4. I hate the fact that Sephiroth has his arm around his shoulder. It has no right to be there. Only I should be able to move in close like that and whisper in his ear… the same way that Cloud is letting Sephiroth do…

5. It doesn't matter; eat, sleep, drink, talk, laugh… I keep thinking of him. In the back of my head, right smack dab in the middle of my thoughts…angry, sad, happy, upset… he's right there!

6. He spelled out how he felt in that doorway. And yet I can't let it go.

7. I seriously brought Xigbar with me to this party so that I could see him and hopefully make him drop Sephiroth so that he'd go for me again. Dirty? Yes. But, Xigbar doesn't care. He supports this. Same way he dragged Larxene to a party to make Xaldin drop his nobody girlfriend and make his way back over where Xigbar believed him to belong.

8. I'm excited that he's mad to see me here. It means he still feels something for me.

9. I think that following someone to a party is a little creepy. Why am I doing it then? Why can't I let it go? I don't know… I don't think I want to know. I think I have problems.

10. He just caught me staring. Again. And I can't look away.

"Hey, want something to drink?" Xigbar raised an eyebrow and nodded to where the alcohol was currently residing. Leon shook his head slowly, once again finding his eyes roving across the throng of dancing partiers, once again finding the object of his desires, and once again looking away as said object returned his stare with mixed emotions on his face.

"Need to stay sober tonight, Xig." Leon replied as the DJ faded into a new song. It was fast paced and techno, the crowd screaming their pleasure as they began jumping and jerking their hips every which way with the beat. Leon could see Sephiroth nodding towards the group of dancer, but Cloud shook his head, much to Leon's pleasure. Cloud wasn't much of a dancer. Sephiroth didn't seem too pleased to note this however, and turned away from his date.

Temperamental much?

"Why would you want to stay sober? You're watching your man hang on an uglier man. I'd drink just so that the ugly one would become a little cuter."

"Didn't you tell me that Sephiroth was best looking seme on two legs you've seen in years?" Leon asked sardonically.

"Details, details," Xigbar waved off his words with a laugh. He then watched hungrily as a small, stocky guy with white hair roved past, and he lifted up his eye patch to get a better look.

Once upon a time Xigbar had gotten stabbed in the eye with a ruler, and had to wear an eye patch so that it could heal. By the duration of the healing process however, he'd become so attached to the eye patch that he hardly ever took it off.

True story.

"We can't all have your philosophy, Xig." Leon replied morosely. As he moved around the crowd, he saw a few old friends of his; Wakka, Tidus, and Marluxia. Leaning over his shoulder, Xigbar let out a low growl and laughed brightly.

"Good choice… Marluxia would take you back in a heartbeat." Xigbar grinned and began steering Leon towards the group of gyrating gay men, a spring in his step.

"Hey, Leon! Long time no see, ya?" Wakka grinned and grasped Leon's hand tightly, not really noticing the bleak stare Leon had. The last thing he wanted to see was the pink haired man that was currently standing next to Wakka, but seeing him he was.

"Just a little bit." Leon agreed, glancing back to Cloud and seeing the blonde currently occupied with watching the dance floor, face blank.

"We've all missed hanging out." Tidus threw in, jumping up next to Wakka and grinning.

"Been busy."

"Busy with what?" Marluxia finally spoke, running his fingers through his thick, pink hair. Once upon a time the entire elementary school fourth grade class had gotten together to dye their hair fluorescent pink for picture day. While the other students used sugar free koo-laid packets, poor Marluxia went to a stylist and had it bleached into his scalp. While everyone else's hair color washed out after a few days, his stayed for six weeks, and he was mocked. He liked the color though. By the end of six weeks though, he went back to the stylist and had it redone, making the pink and bit bolder and ever since then he's had pink hair. When he went back to school and someone mocked him, he punched them in the gut and then was suspended for hitting a girl.

Larxene's hated him ever since.

True story.

"College." Leon was avoiding looking at his ex, and everyone knew why. Marluxia was a man-whore at best, and Leon had used him. While Marluxia wouldn't mind it happening again, say, in an hour or so, Leon would rather push him away with a ten foot pole. Since he didn't have one, he was stuck.

"We've missed you." Marluxia cooed, winking. Everyone laughed as Leon scowled and turned away, their amusement the result of some grey goose and a pink haired man attempting to mock his ex but flirt with him at the same time.

"Like I said, I've been busy." Leon said shortly.

"I just think someone's been jealous. Do you even like these kinds of parties, man?" Wakka asked curiously. Tidus winked and nodded towards Cloud, leaning in conspiratorially.

"He likes them since Cloud' here." Leon easily reached up and whacked Tidus on the back of the head in annoyance, once again finding himself the victim of the group's laughter.

"Honestly, you're more patient than I am. I would have given up by now." Marluxia drawled.

"I suppose that shows the difference between me and you." Leon dead panned. The group laughed again, eager to see Leon riled up.

The techno song slowly faded and it became a slower song, couples moving closer together and wrapping their arms around one another in bear hugs, heads on shoulders and small smiles content. Leon couldn't help it; he looked over where he knew Cloud stood with Sephiroth and he wasn't surprised to see Sephiroth trying to pull him to the dance floor. Cloud was standing firm though, pulling back with just as much strength. From where Leon was standing, it was like they were fighting over an arm that was still connected to a body.

"Man, that Sephiroth's not playing around… he really wants a dance, ya?" Wakka joked as he nodded to where the two were making a slight spectacle of themselves.

"Wonder if he's like that in bed…?" Marluxia asked with a smirk.

Unaware of what he was doing, Leon slowly began making his way around the crowd, the song tugging on his heart and ripping fresh wounds where others had slowly started to heal, his throat closing up without his permission. A song about love? Damn that song. Damn that meaning. Damn his throat. Damn his emotions. Damn his lack of control.

"Come on, Cloud, we should dance." Sephiroth was coaxing him.

"I don't like to dance, Seph. Let's just… talk, ok?" Cloud tugged back, frowning.

"I don't see why you're being like this; it's just a dance."

"I don't want to dance."

"How about we just dance once, ok?"

"I don't want to dance; why can't you just let it go?"

"Look, I've been trying to be understanding about this, but you've been like this ever since Leon came to see you today. How about you just-"

"He said he doesn't want to dance." Leon wasn't even aware that he was speaking; he wasn't even aware that he'd drawn close enough to hear. As the words left his lips though, Cloud and Sephiroth turned to stare at him, a mixture of shock, pain, and relief rushing over Cloud's face and annoyance crossing Sephiroth's.

"I wasn't aware that he was talking to you." Sephiroth sneered, tugging Cloud closer. Leon raised an eyebrow, stepping up and giving his competition a once over before he smirked.

"I wasn't aware that you had to force someone to have a romantic slow dance." Leon countered. Was it his imagination, or did Cloud almost smile at that? Feeling just a little more confidant, he stepped closer.

"Regardless, it's not your business." Sephiroth snapped. Cloud turned back to him with surprise gracing his features, blue green eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Leave that up to him." Leon replied evenly, nodding to where Cloud was standing still, a deer in the headlights. Cloud turned to look at him before he glanced at Sephiroth and then back at Leon, frowning. Something akin to hesitance crossed his face, and feeling the need to reassure him, Leon placed a soft, light hand on his shoulder.

It was just the right thing to do.

"I'll… see you later, Sephiroth." Cloud pulled his hand from Sephiroth's grip, and he leaned more towards Leon, face set firmly. Relief poured over Leon at this, and he slid his hand down to the small of Cloud's back, turning him towards the back entrance of the house that the party was in. With the softest of nudges, he guided him around the slow dancers and their partners, ignoring the burning gaze that put an acidic hole in Leon's shirt. Damn. Now he'd have to buy a new shirt.

Curse Sephiroth and his laser beam eyes.

Moving around the table, they reached the back door and stepped out onto the patio, the strains of light from inside filtering out. Leon didn't say anything, he merely continued walking, maneuvering around the deck chairs towards the stairs that would lead them to the ground patio and some peace and quiet. Cloud led the way, his shoulders hunched, his eyes cast onto the floor. When they reached the bottom of the steps Leon reluctantly let his arm drop to his side, eyes on Cloud like he was a life force. And in truth… Leon was pretty sure that he was.

"Leon…" Cloud was facing away from him, arms folded as if he could hide himself. Was he upset that Leon had taken him away from his date? Was he angry? When had Leon stopped being able to tell?

"Are you ok?" Leon asked, hating how angry he felt, hating how he couldn't keep his eyes off of the pale figure in front of him. Sure, it wasn't something serious with Sephiroth abusing him or anything, but Cloud was still the kind of guy that pushed his feelings deep. He was painfully shy, no matter what anyone said. For Sephiroth to push him like that… it made Leon's blood boil. Be damned the consequences, he was going to make sure that Cloud was alright, no matter what.

"Cloud… are you ok?" Leon asked again, stepping a little closer towards the man who refused to look at him. Cloud tightened his hold on himself like it hurt him to hear Leon ask that, and he shrugged, still not looking at him.

"It wasn't serious." He mumbled, and Leon imagined him glaring at the ground.

"It was to me." Leon disagreed. Cloud turned his head slowly at that until he could just barely see Leon behind him, and he frowned.

"Only you would take a slow dance so seriously." Cloud said softly. Unable to help himself, Leon chuckled and nodded in agreement, unknowingly stepping forward slowly. Like the rest of his actions for the evening, he really had no idea what he was doing; all he was aware of was that he was moving, and Cloud was triggering those actions. Taking another hesitant step towards him, Leon moved up closely until he was just barely ghosting the back of his lover, slightly larger torso almost wrapped around him protectively. The way he wanted to be. The way he didn't deserve to be.

It felt… nice.

"Only he would ruin a perfectly good slow dance." Leon replied hoarsely. With trembling hands he lifted his arms and wrapped them around Cloud, moving across smooth skin and slightly scratchy cotton until he could fully press himself against the one thing he'd been missing the moment it had left his grasp. He felt Cloud tense up, but before he could protest Leon began swaying, the tune of the song running through his head since he couldn't hear it from the party above.

"Leon…" Cloud leaned his head back, pale skin milky white in the moonlight. Leon Hmm'd in response, hardly aware that Cloud was speaking, more focused on the way it felt to hold him. A right he didn't have, but like a thief he was stealing away with all that he could before he couldn't have any more. "Leon… what are we dancing to?" Cloud whispered.

"A song." Leon turned his head and pressed lips lightly against Cloud's neck, pushing his desires down for the moment, ready to simply make Cloud happy. He continued to sway, lips brushing Cloud's skin with more reverence than lust, paying worship instead of simply taking for himself. He wanted Cloud to feel the same way that he did. He wanted to give him something. Anything.

"I- I… don't hear any music." Cloud murmured and Leon felt the shiver run through his spine. Moving his arms up slowly, he gripped Cloud's shoulders and turned him, taking care to continue to sway with the tune he felt and to continue the soft worship he felt that he needed to pay. Wrapping an arm around his waist and another gripping his hand, Leon pulled him even closer and breathed him in, a soft sigh on his lips. The tune running through his head, he slow danced, uncaring if they were on step or not.

"Don't you?" He questioned, lips right next to Cloud's ear. "Don't you hear the music in the wind?" He kissed the shell of his ear, moving down with great care and kissing the soft flesh. "Don't you feel it, here?" Reaching his pulse he lightly pressed a kiss there as well. Cloud rested his head on his shoulder, another shudder whispering through him. "And here?" He moved to the other side, same action making Cloud's pulse beat erratically against his mouth. Moving his hand that currently held Cloud's, he pressed it against his chest, his own heart beating quickly in time with Cloud's. Cloud looked up slowly at this, bright blue eyes pained and vulnerable, mouth twisted sadly as Leon returned his stare and his heart convulsed under the look.

"And here?" He asked, pressing Cloud's hand against his heart. "Don't you feel it here?"

Cloud looked at him, and Leon cursed how dumb he'd been, cursed how stupid he'd acted, and despised the way he'd treated the one man he wanted most of all. His eyes showed all too clearly what he felt, and it hurt more than the words he could have thrown at him. Keeping his hand against his heart Leon leaned closer, unable to stop his actions as he lay his head on Cloud's shoulder, needing to see how it felt to once more be loved by him. Cloud tightened his hold on him and continued to sway slowly, a hand running soothing circles into Leon's back, humming in the back of his throat.

No words were spoken. It wasn't like they needed to fill the silence. Sure, Leon knew he needed to talk. He needed to take the chance to explain himself before the chance was gone. He needed to act before Sephiroth tried to steal his love away. He needed to put his way back into Cloud's heart before he was locked out once more, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. He couldn't bring himself to break the silence, Cloud's hold on him tight and reassuring. He didn't want to ruin the silence because it hit him just how nice it was to be quiet and let Cloud hum softly to himself and for once let Cloud be the one to take control of things because Leon actually liked that not only did Cloud allow him to be vulnerable, he'd also given him a shoulder to lean on.

He'd missed that.

Slowly, Cloud moved his hand up, Leon's clasped tightly in his grasp as he placed his hand under Leon's chin and guided his face up to meet his stare. Leon obliged him, curiosity burning as Cloud's humming continued and his eyes sparkled brightly and painfully beautiful in the moonlight.

"Cloud…?"

Smiling in a devastatingly sad way, Cloud leaned in and kissed him softly, no rush in his breathing, the humming continuing as they swayed and kissed. It was not deep; it was not wanting. It was slow and nice and it hit Leon just how much he loved Cloud's innocent and soft kisses. It was tender and cool but burned away into the back of his mind. If there was anything he'd give his life for, it would be just to get another kiss like that. Pulling away slowly, Cloud stared at him, leaning up and kissing his forehead with a tender look that made Leon's heart jump.

"And what a lovely song it is." Cloud agreed.

He'd always liked Zexion.

It wasn't something that just happened one day; it was a long term thing. Through elementary school he wanted to be the one to share legos with the stoic boy that worked complex puzzles. In middle school when he'd done the Strife family tradition and burst from the closet with a fabulous outfit on, he'd wanted Zexion to be gay as well so that he could be his first date. In high school when prom was rolling around the corner, he wanted to be the one to pull Zexion close on the gyrating dance floor and teach him some moves. And now that college was upon them, he wanted to be the one to share study habits with the super genius

But he never spoke about it.

In elementary school, Zexion didn't need a friend to play legos with; he just wanted the teacher's help with the puzzle of 1000 pieces that was only the color red. In middle school he didn't date anyone at all, so Demyx didn't know his sexuality. In high school, Zexion detested dancing so there were no moves to teach. And in college, Zexion was the master of studying; why would he need to learn new tips?

It was a lost cause.

But why wouldn't he like him? Demyx was loud, obnoxious… overbearing. And Zexion was the exact opposite. It was like they were a paradox of each other, and it made Demyx want him all the more. He was perfectly quiet and the perfect balance for Demyx's perfectly loud attitude.

If only he'd like him back!

Demyx plucked his guitar slowly, a tune running through the back of his mind. He couldn't keep a hold of the full melody, but every now and then he was able to find the right note to add to his collection. He was concentrating intensely, not noticing the music playing in the background of the room, a small jazz number with a light saxophone. Demyx had become so accustomed to hearing any sort of noise that it never was a distraction; it was an aid.

"I could be martyred for my religion,

For love is my religion,

And I could die for that,

And I could die for you" Demyx sang softly, plucking the strings gently and smiling as the sounds came together. So part of the chorus was ok, but what else could he do? He could always mention how it felt to kiss Zexion on the cheek… but then he'd probably start stuttering and blush profusely.

Did he know what profusely meant? Not really. He'd heart Zexion mention it once when he said he'd bled profusely when he got a paper cut, so Demyx could only assume that it would mean something similar when he used it in his own sentence.

But either way, he would be embarrassed. He'd hardly known what he was doing when he'd actually kissed Zexion's cheek in the first place! He was just so happy he hadn't been turned down like he'd been turned down when he'd asked Vincent Valentine to the concert in Traverse Town. Now that had been a total rejection; Demyx could hardly remember being so verbally slapped. Since Vincent had hardly said anything, when he did speak it was to say no. But either way, the fact that Zexion was angrier and a lot moodier than Vincent made his lack of rejection music in Demyx's ears. And since he was the king of spontaneity, Demyx acted on instincts.

Instincts like kissing Zexion.

Running a hand through his mix-up hair, Demyx ran his pick along the steel strings and looked towards his notebook.

"My heart to you is given

Oh, do give yours to me

Well lock them up together,

And throw away the-"

"That's the calmest I've ever seen you." Zexion stated nonchalantly in the doorway of the back work room. Demyx let out a girlish, high pitched squeal, dropping his notebook and pick, clutching his guitar for dear life and ducking his head. Why, you may ask? Demyx was terrified that one day he was going to be abducted by big, scary men in ski jumpsuits. Once they stole him, they'd take him to another place and brainwash him until he thought his name was Lucy and then they'd just leave him. He hated that idea. They'd change his whole identity, and then they'd forget about him! Demyx was terrified of being forgotten.

It's called athazagoraphobia. The fear of being forgotten.

True doctrine.

"Are you… quite alright?" Zexion seemed a little surprised and a little frightened to see Demyx clinging to his guitar for dear life, but what was Demyx supposed to do? Abandon his fear with the abnormally long name? There was no way he could do that with his head held high!

"Oh… Zexion! I- I didn't know that it was you…" Demyx awkwardly detangled himself from his precious guitar, flushing a bright red as he realized that it wasn't someone with a ski jumpsuit ready to abduct him, change his name, and then forget him. Actually, it was quite the opposite. In no way was Zexion wearing anything close to a ski jumpsuit, now that Demyx thought about it. And he didn't seem the type to brainwash people either. Or change their name.

"I'm sorry to intrude." Zexion stated, and then there was silence save for the crooning of a husky singer in the background. Demyx couldn't stand it though; why did it have to be so silent? It was like he had a funny buzzing in his ears where the noise used to be, and now that no one was speaking or doing anything, it was loud and obnoxious to hear.

Very. Nerve wracking.

"If you'd like, I can leave." Zexion suddenly spoke, calm voice cutting right through the buzzing and drawing Demyx's attention right back to his face where his one eye was visible and his slate blue hair framed his heart shaped face. He seemed a little unsure of himself, like he was halfway from leaving and stepping in. There was no book in hand and it was like he was missing a part of who he was without it.

"What?! No!" Demyx rushed to his feet, precious guitar in one hand as he gestured wildly. "I mean, I can- you know, you don't have to go! I was just practicing some songs… I don't think- you shouldn't leave!" The more Demyx said, the wider that one eye became, and though something suggested that Demyx stop blabbing and not scare his one love to death, he couldn't help but talk. Call it Demyx-itus.

"I… I shall stay. If you'd like." Zexion once again seemed a little hesitant as he took a small step farther into the back room and let his eye rove around the room. Demyx let out a bright, excited squeal when he realized that Zexion would stay, and he rushed over to him to grab his hand and pull him towards the cushioned seats.

"I'd love it if you'd stay! I mean, not love- like, I'd like it. Is love too strong? But like could be just enjoying, and I'd really, really enjoy it if-"

"I'll stay." Zexion cut in smoothly, making Demyx pause from his disjointed speaking to beam brightly and lead him towards the comfiest chair.

In the back part of the coffee shop where Larxene was famous for skipping her job to read magazines, there was a small room. It had plain white walls and used to be just a simple room that connected the hallways towards the inventory, back rooms, meeting room, restroom, office, and the actual shop, but the more that Larxene hid back there, little things began to accumulate. A table for magazines was added, and then a bean bag chair to sit and read. A love seat for when two people were taking breaks, and then a mini fridge for drinks other than coffee and food other than edible accessories. A TV and a stand with an x-box, wii, and PS2 crept in, and then a long, white, leather couch. A stereo with surround sound speakers sat on an end table with stacks of CD's littered under it. Finally, a guitar stand was set in the only free corner, and thus the coffee shop break lounge/ mini room connecting large rooms was formed.

It was actually a pretty nice place, if Demyx did say so himself.

"So what did you need? I mean, you came in randomly, and I've never known that other people knew that the back room was a break room as well as a-"

"I didn't know it was a break room." Zexion corrected him, and Demyx nodded brightly. Ah, so the secret was still safe.

"Cloud helped design it after Larxene just threw stuff in here. I mean, she's a Strife, but she has no idea for room décor! I almost feel bad, but at the same time, not. It was just a room where we could put quick supplies, but it changed when Larxene would come here and not work." Demyx looked around the room with pride, happy to share it with Zexion. He was still very much baffled as to why Zexion would come into the back room to find him, but he wasn't complaining. The fact that he was seeking him out was nice enough.

"It's… nice." Zexion looked around the room and then glanced down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs in a way that was definitely not Zexion. Zexion didn't glance around and look down, a faint dust of red on his cheeks. He didn't twiddle his thumbs, and he didn't bite his lip. Demyx frowned and leaned in, trying to see what was wrong.

"Are you ok?" Demyx suddenly demanded, startling Zexion when the slate blue haired boy looked up and saw Demyx so close. He jumped back into the couch and stared at Demyx with a wide eye, his twiddling thumbs pressed tightly together.

"I'm quite alright…" His voice carried off for the moment and he looked down, blushing a little more. But why would Zexion blush? Why would he feel the need to turn red? Maybe he was embarrassed because Demyx was coming on too strong? A little abashed from his mental conclusion, Demyx leaned back, his stomach jumping in his throat. He didn't want to come on strong; he just wanted Zexion to like him.

"Oh… do you- I mean, did you need something- well, you- I- I can't-!!"

"Demyx, stop talking." Demyx cut off speech at the slightly annoyed tone in Zexion's voice, and he looked down, kicked like a whipped dog.

"Ok…" He mumbled.

"Now take a deep breath." Still looking down, he breathed in deeply, unsure as to what Zexion was doing, but sure that it would be something that made him feel dumb. Though Zexion didn't always mean to do it, he always ended up making Demyx feel a little slower than he really was.

"And tell me what you were trying to say." He finished with a small, hesitant smile. Demyx stopped his worrying at that moment, a frown taking over as he stared. He… wanted to hear what Demyx had to say? Now that was a surprise. Usually he got vibes where he had no idea what the quiet man thought, but it must be something along the lines of shut up.

"You… want to know?" Demyx asked in disbelief. "But- but why?" Zexion looked up for the moment, a frown pulling his pretty lips down and making him frown.

"I… don't know." Zexion stood up, thumbs twiddling again. "I have no earthly idea as to why I'd like to know." Demyx watched, a little nervous but excited as Zexion began to pace, his bangs falling across his face and shadowing his eye darkly.

"It… I usually have some indication as to what I feel and why I feel it. And yet… I have no idea. I have no hypothesis, I have no educated guess… but for some reason, I would like to know." He paused and turned towards Demyx with wide eyes, and Demyx's heart was pounding in his throat, his breath slightly irregular.

"You… what?" He asked breathlessly, confused.

"I would like to understand you." Zexion replied with his hands clasped in front of him tightly. "I would appreciate it if you'd give me the chance to properly understand the irregular behavior patterns that you seem to require in order to function properly." He clarified, nodding more to himself than Demyx. Demyx just stared though, shock rippling through him, disbelief etched on his face. How could Zexion want to understand him? What had he done to deserve that? It had to be a joke. A sick, well made joke.

"I… no one can understand me, Zexion." Demyx felt his lips moving, but he clamped his mouth shut when he realized what he'd just said. Zexion would spend more time with him in order to understand him! It was the truth though; not even his family understood him sometimes. Larxene was only obsessed with making herself happy; Sora had his own version of crazy; Cloud was the strong silent type; Naminé was the quiet calculative one; and Roxas was at best a homicidal, misunderstood claustrophobe. The only one who'd ever come close to understanding was Roxas, and that was because he believed Demyx to be pathetic for liking Zexion. Who didn't though?

"I would… still like to attempt to try." Zexion stepped a little closer, his lips pursed in determination as he spoke, and Demyx's throat went dry. This couldn't be happening. Things like this didn't happen! And yet-pinch him, he's dreaming-it was happening.

Right. Now.

Zexion moved closer with a purpose until he was mere inches from Demyx's face.

"Do you think we can work with that?" He asked softly. Demyx took a dry swallow, his tongue clicking the roof of his mouth, and he numbly nodded.

"I think we can work with that." He whispered hoarsely.

Five Reasons Why I'm Obsessed With Music:

A list by Demyx Strife

1. It caters to every emotion imaginable in the mind. Happy, sad, mad, horny… it brings out the best in everyone!

2. It can manipulate any situation in your favor with just a few cords and a couple sharp notes… turn a riot into a sob fest with just one Hawthorn Heights song!

3. It gets out all of my feelings that I don't even understand. Would be concerned with those emotions if they stayed in my head, but since they're out on paper or in the air, I guess it's ok. If asked to explain though… I couldn't.

4. It has good timing.

5. How? Zexion is leaning in towards me with a strange, hot look in his eye as the artist sings, "And you've got that look in your eye that says you'd kiss me if I moved in closer, so baby let me move in closer to you-"

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