YADDA YADDA YADDA NO ONE CAN POST BUT US BLAH BLAH BLAH.

 

I put this in random, 'cause...Y'know. I don't think we'll be able to sustain more than 4 sentences, < So I'll let Zexion/Ienzo begin since I kicked off the other.

 

Oh, and if you don't know what 'Zemyx' is, then google it. Or just think about it for a second. It'll come to you.

(Do you really have to iron your hair? Just put on the wig cap and then the wig )

 

Demyx nodded. He hadn't met her but Leon's -coughfavoritecough- student, Cloud, sometimes asked abouther during M.T. The guy never focused on one thing.

 

"I'll have to meet her." He raised an eyebrow, looking at Zexion curiously. "Your extra class is Art? I would have thought maybe Creative Writing or something."

(It doesn't work that way. Since my hair was still wet, and the wig cap doesn't cover all my hair, it would ruin the fabric inside the wig. D: But it's ironed now. I'm gonna try it on. <333)

 

Zexion shook his head. "No, I go to a different school for that actually. Instead of 'creative writing' it's actually 'literature history,' except more elaborate." He shrugged, biting off more of his pocky. "But Aerith is like a sister to me." He admitted. Which was true; he had always favored Aerith. He didn't LIKE like her though.

(Ah, post a pic on dA real quick Then send me the link before my DSi self destructs )

 

Demyx raise an eyebrow chomping a majority of his pocky off now that the coating was gone.

 

"Really? That's pretty cool. The only thing I really did that involved lessons out of school was my sitar classes. But they got to easy in the Advanced class so I quit and just played on my free time." Demyx explained, finushing up his pocky before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some gum. He hated the aftertaste of pocky's-believe it or not. Looking at the clock as he chewed his gum, he smied widely. It was almost free period.

(Just took the pix and uploading them to FB...)

 

Zexion chuckled lightly. "Y'know, I read your lyrics during English, and," He paused, turning away. For some reason, he was unable to say it to his face. "You're a really good writer." He said sheepishly.

 

Wait...why in the name of firetruck was he blushing?

(YAY! Lol @"Why in the name of firetruck was he blushing?")

 

Demyx blinked his bright eyes, shocked to hear that coming from Zexion of all people. If the teen, who seemed to clearly be a god of literature, thought his lyrics were good then..,that made him quite happy.

 

"Oh...thanks. I was wondering what you were looking at at first." He said lowly, looking the other way. How had this suddenly got awkward. Nonetheless, he grabbed Zexion's hand and began to lead him out of the lunchroom, suddenly excited al over again.

 

"C'mon, I've got to show you something."

"You do?" He blinked, gasping as he took his hand, but from what he couldn't understand. What would Demyx want to show him? (OH GOD RAPE.)

 

Axel watched as the two exited, Zexion following behind quite reluctantly. He smirked even wider, not saying anything to Roxas, who was beside him, but shook his head. I. firetrucking. KNEW IT.

Demyx nodded, dragging the ten up many flights of stairs in the college. He decided to show Zexion where he spent his free period, in case he ever forget to tell him where he was. After reaching a door that said 'KEEP OUT: JANITORS ONLY' he pushed it open to be hit with a nice cold breeze from the outside. He smiled brightly, pulling Zexion into the dim light of the afternon, the sky blue sky cloudless but the sun not to bright. From their spot on the roif top you could see the whole campus and some of the city. Demyx turned back to Zexion, clearly excited. It was his spot.

 

"See? It's my spot during free period?I usually linger up here."

Zexion was stunned. How did he not wander in here yet? The view was...gorgeous, to say the least. He smiled again, which he noticed he only ever did near Demyx. "It's nice." He commented, letting some of the light wind caress his cheek. He figured that maybe he could write about this place sometime, but for now he was only set on enjoying it. It's not every day you get to cherish such a place...Even if it was as simple as a college rooftop.

 

...He was with Demyx, wasn't he?

Demyx smiled, happy Zexion didn't think of coming up here as a waste of time or anything like Axel often said. The red head never understood why Demyx liked such scenic stuff. Even the blond was quite sure why. Maybe it was because it made him feel free, to throw his arms out and catch the open air and be free like he was now.

 

"Ah...that's more like it." He sighed, giving a sigh of relief as he sat down calmly, pulling his sitar out of his case gently and patting the spot next to him on the ledge for Zexion to sit.

 

"I'm glad you like it up here, not many do. At least, out of the few who've ever come here before."

 

(BTW, LOVE the Hibari wig )

Zexion took a seat next to Demyx, nodding at his comment. "It's not easy to impress me, either. So consider yourself lucky." He joked, pausing before smiling again, resting his head on Demyx's shoulder.

 

...The firetruck?

(Okay )

ALL DONE. Sorry for the wait. I was practicing some poses, heh.

( Really Shelby? You'll have most of tomorrow to do that?)

(Just reply already. )

Demyx widened his eyes just slightly, looking down at Zexion carefully before smiling a bit and brushing it off. He was probably just tired is all, Roxas usually did the same to him in M.T when Leon ranted so...He tried not to think about it as he began to play his sitar smoothly, the melody of Roses and Butterflies by Making April coming through. The song was originally on piano but it still sounded wonderfulon siar because of it's unique sound.

 

"So I take it that means youdon't like many things?" Demyx inquired lightly, starting a small coversation as they relaxed.

"If you wanna say it like that." Zexion mused, laughing through his words. Not to mention he loved the song he was playing right now. He chose his words carefully, trying not to make Demyx feel uncomfortable in any way.

 

"But I like you, don't I?"

(I totally would have misinterpreted that xDDD I know Zexion meant as friends but still ^^')

 

Demyx nearly fumbled with his notes but was smart enough not to. He could think of only two thngs for the that to mean but God, they just met yesterday. They were just friends. Just friends.

 

"Well....yeah, I guess. Which means I somehow impressed you. Though it probably wasn't hard for me to do when I realize my intelugence and good looks." Demyx teased, knowing full well he didn't have either of those -LIES-. It's weird how one night you're being slightly shunned by your roommate and the next you're on the roof, his head on your shoulder. Dear Lord...

(...How do you know he didn't?)

 

Zexion stood back up, stretching his arms above his head. "We should head back...Free period is almost over." He pointed out, afraid of sitting through an awkward silence. He held his hand out to him, urging him to stand up.

 

(I'll reply from my iPod for now since my mom is getting mad at me. )

(...As Romario would say: "Dear Lord...." )

 

Demyx looked up at Zexion on took his hand gingerly, being pulled to his feet easily.

 

"Well that was fun, better then doing nothing all period." Demyx quipped, beginning to exit the rof once again and head down the many stairs residing in the college. As he went he easily slipped his sitar back into his case and looked to Zexion brightly.

 

"Looks like I won't be seeing you till after our Extra Classes?" He sighed over-dramatically before waving. "See you Zexy?"

Zexion went his seperate way, waving back. "Yeah...You too." After that, he turned and didn't look back at him, his hand on his face to hide his blush. What...? Although Zexion knew Demyx's voice all too well, there was something off about it that time. And what was weirder was that Zexion was already longing to see him again after 14 seconds of being away.

(Aaaawww? Zexion doesn't realize he has a crushon Demyx. But be warned Zexy, that's why they call them crushes, they can crush you.)

 

Demyx felt the simiar feelings of his roommate as he continued down the hall. That is, until he was greeted by Marluxia and Larxene, both of whom where in M.T...and were the snottiest kids around. Demyx knew them from high school and he knew they knew that, even now-just a little-, all he wanted was fit in with them. At whatever's cost. This should be enjoyable...

 

"Hey guys." Demyx called weakly, giving a small wave to the two. Larxene immitated him before shaking her head and laughing.

 

"Uh, hey Demyx."

Zexion kept to himself throughout the rest of his classes, flipping through his book a bit. He found himself bored as he finished the entire thing though. With nothing else to do, he was forced to listen to what his professor had to say. But thoughts began to bother him. I wonder if he's thinking about me, At that thought, he shook his head and gulped. Probably not...

Demyx found himself wondering something along those lines except more guilt was practiced. I wonder wat he'd think if he saw me like this.He'd be disappointed or ashamed. He wasn't trying to talk bad on Zexy, Marluxia kept bringing him up and Larxene was full of trash talk. He was glad that classes were over when the bell rang and he quickly made his way to his dorm, flopping onto the sofa with little grace as he entered his tidy place he shared.

Zexion was a little late coming back because he was stopped by Aerith, who was concerned about him. He wasn't as interested as he usually was. He reassured her that he was fine, but she doubted that. So, without anything else to do but tell her, he explained how he was acting strangely around his new roommate. But Aerith only giggled. "Seems to me like you might have a crush on him." She said. Zexion walked back in a daze. A...crush? On Demyx?

 

He opened the door to the dorm hastily, unprepared to face him at this point. What would he think if I told him? Things are moving way to fast...

Demyx perked up in hearing the door open and rolled over on the couch to see Zexion come in. He felt a pang of guilt for what he had been forced to say and listen to from Marluxia and Larxene just a few moments before but he but on a convincing Demyx smile.

 

"Hey Zexy~ Have fun in class?" He asked sarcastically, his hair touching the ground as he hung upside down on the couch, his legs propped up.