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.

Zexion sighed, laying his bag against a wall. "Not really." He said quietly, getting some ramen from the mini-fridge in their extremely small kitchen. "What about you?" He asked, putting the ramen in the microwave to heat up. He practically lived off of heat-up cup ramen and pocky. He himself was amazed that he wasn't fat.

Demyx hesitated before nodding slowly.

 

"Same. Nothing new since Vexen's class." He admitted tiredly, deciding not to mention the other two. They didn't matter. Besides, it's not like it could effect them...right? He got up with a small "oomph" and walked over to Zexion, leaning on the counter where the teen was lingering across the way from. Despite the small size they at least got a small breakfast bare.

 

"Is that all you eat?"

"Pretty much." Zexion replied, taking the ramen out of the microwave. He took some chopsticks from the drawer and sticking them in the noodles and carrying the bowl to his bed, where he began eating.

Demyx rolled his eyes at the one answer response. What was with him? Zexion wasn't acting like this before when they had Saix's lesson and then Lunch/Free Period. He seemed...distant really. Demyx wasn't sure why though.

 

"Hey what's up with you? You seemed really talkative before..." Demyx stated, trailing off as he went to go sit next to his roomy.

Zexion paused before shrugging. "It's nothing. I'm just tired...Had a long day." He explained, knowing full well that wasn't the real reason. He wasn't comfortable with telling him just yet. When the time was right, he would. But for now, he'd just lay low and try to hide his feelings the best he could.

(I can't call backcause my dad won't let me but I can still RP, if I disappear it's only cause of shower time x3)

 

Demyx looked at the teen carefully but shrugged, slinging an arm over his shoulder. He smiled brightly, slightly nuzzling his cheek against Zexion's in only a friendly manner.

 

"Silly, you're supposed to have fun in college to, not overwhelm yourself." He said tauntingly.

He felt a hitch in his breath and felt the heat rise to his face, and he knew he was blushing. "Uh...Y-Yeah, I guess you're right..." He agreed, avoiding his gaze and nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Why did he insist on making so much physical contact? Then he realized he was a hypocrite. He was the one who was leaning on his shoulder not 2 hours ago.

Demyx smiled brilliantly again before sneakily taking a hold of his ramen and stealing a few sips before making way to his room.

 

"See you in the morning Zexy?" He cooed, walking into his room and waving behind his shoulder. He had to admit...Zexion was cute when he was red in the face. Shaking those thoughts from his head.

 

(Next Day? Y/N?)

(Yes.)

 

Zexion woke up the next morning a little late. So late that he didn't have time to do his hair. So he just skipped it, using his fingers to constantly part his bangs off to the side. He just made a quick poptart before quickly throwing on the first thing he found in his closet.

Demyx yawned, watching Zexion scurry about. He saw the time and had already gotten ready, wearing his decent clothing. He laughed at seeing the teen try to do multiple things at once. He laughed, walking over to Zexion lightly, turning him around and fixing his hair easily.

 

"This is what you get for waking up late silly?"

"Uh..." He felt himself blush again and cursed himself for doing so. "I could've fixed it myself, y'know." He said, turning away and grabbed his bag off the ground, ready to leave to his first class. Which he just remembered was with none other than Demyx.

Demyx laughed, already gathering his bag and books with him and heading out the door.

 

"Not without getting strawberry jam in your hair." He teased lightly, nidging the teen lightly. "C'mon, let's get to class before Saix kills us."

Zexion blinked. "Uh...y-yeah." He agreed, going slightly ahead of him as not to look at him too much. He was afraid that when he looked into those eyes, he'd fall for him again. If that was even possible at this point.

When he walked into the classroom belonging to their bitchy teacher he immediately felt his blood run cold. The room was chilled and Saix glared at the two with a hardened gold gaze. He had his hands folded over his mouth, brow furrowed, and mouth drawn into a tight line.

 

"Sit." Oh firetruck.

 

"What did you do?" He asked fearfully to Zexion, hesitantly taking a seat in the front.

"I don't know." He said back, obeying his orders and sitting down. He didn't like it when Saix was angry. But then again, nobody did. So he awaited a scolding or something.

Content in seeing the two residing at the front desks, Saix stood up stiffly, flipping around a piece of paper in his hands lightly, glaring at the two. As the bluenette got closer Demyx felt his stomach drop and his skin pale. That was the note he had been passing back in forth with Zexion! He must have dropped it while getting up....Damn it...

 

"So gentlemen. Care to explain what this is?" Saix asked, voice dangerously low.

Zexion didn't read it, but knew what it was. It was a note. He had seen Demyx try to reply back, but it was too late since the bell had rang. He glanced at the blonde before gulping. He stayed silent, waiting for him to take responsibility.

Demyx cleared his throat awkwardly, moving just a tad bit closer to Zexion. He didn't and would rather not suffer from Saix's unforgivable wrath.

 

"Th-that was my fault Professor. I was just writing stuff down and distracting Zexion unintentionally..." He stated, gulping. Saix raised an eyebrow.

 

"Is that so? Because it seems Zexion is the one starting off the conversations. I do not accept this behavior, as such I've thought out my punishment. You two must work together for the project I announce in class today." Somehow, Demyx got the vibe that Zexion would be the one suffering, not him.

Zexion gulped. Projects in english class weren't as fun as they used to be in fourth grade. Nope. No glitter and glue to make vocab words in this class. Instead, it was usually hard, excruciating work that was meant to be finished in three days, but required at LEAST two weeks if you planned on getting sleep and eating every day. But he was ready.

Demyx on the other hand wasn't ready. He hated projects! The work was so difficult and stressful. It wouldn't be too fun to deal with an assignment from Saix. He slumped slightly though, looking down in disapointment, other students finally arriving.

As the other students flooded in, he took notice of Demyx's disappointed expression. He had never been caught passing notes before. But he forgave him this one time. Obviously he couldn't verbally tell him that, since Saix would snap at them. But for now he awaited the instructions for the project.

Saix cleared his throat as the other students obediently took their seats and looked curiously at the two sitting in the front, especially at Zexion who usually chose to linger in the back of the room. Demyx took note of their soft whispers spreading like an uncontrollable wild fire, probably about them. This was definitely one way to humiliate them.

 

"Your project is to reenact the play of Romeo and Juliet. The main roles of course have been chosen." Saix smirked at them and Demyx shuddered. That smirk...was hideous to see curling onto his face.

Zexion twitched. Wait...what? In front of everyone? Oh no no no no no. He almost stood up to protest, but remember that this was Saix's class he was currently in. He wouldn't be able to breathe without be monitored. So he kept to himself, mentally yelling at himself for even passing notes in the first place.

(Lol, it was all because of the note. ALL BECAUSE OF THE GROCERIES SHOUICHI!!! )

 

Demyx felt his heart already signing his Last Will. So long to pride, it's been a good run. As for dignity, well, did he even have any to begin with. He wasn't to exstatic about forcing to perform but he could live...maybe. If his guilt didn't kill him first anyway. As Saix waved a careless hand to them to go back to their seats, he focused on the rest of the class, whom of which all flinched, and explained in greater detail the paired project. They'd only be doing a section of the play but it depended greatly on what mood Saix was in. Demyx was lucky if he didn't have to really kill himself if given that particular scene. As he satdown he gave a small apologetic glance, breathing out the words 'sorry' under his breath. He meant it.

The steel-haired male heard him say that, he shook his head. 'Don't be' was all he muttered with before listening carefully to the instructions. This project, though technically a punishment, was counted as a grade. And he took grades seriously, no matter how humiliating it may be.

 

By listening, he learned that each group was assigned a different scene, or "act", of the play. The groups were chosen by Saix himself: usually choosing a male and a female. But since Demyx and Zexion firetrucked up the order, there was now a two-femaled group as well. And, only adding on to the stress, the pair was given the final scene where Romeo drinks the poison after finding Juliet dead. But there was more.

 

...A kissing scene.

 

Romeo gave Juliet a final kiss before joining her in eternity; which was soon to be the fate of Demyx and Zexion.