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Demyx's eyes lit up tremendously as Zexion mentioned 5 Seconds of Summer. "You listen to them, too?" he asked excitedly, picking his head up from his palm and grinning at the male mixing things together. "I love them! But I don't know! I think I'd be one of those everywhere artists that just spilled their heart out in their music, no matter what 'genre' it represented. Upbeat to sad to...to romantic... Anything and everything. I love too much music to pick adn choose," he laughed.

"Oh, and I practically begged the prom committee to let me show off my skills. I had to give them a mini-performance to finally get my point across." He grinned cheekily at Zexion, resting his chin on his palm once again. "And for the rest of the dance, that's probably what's going to happen. People bumping and grinding. I usually just slow-dance through it all or dance like a crazy person by myself or with friends. I'd rather not have clothed sex on the dancefloor unless I'm feeling really down and go to a club," he told him. "Whatchya makin'?" he asked, observing what Zexion was doing.

Roxas moaned loudly as Axel's lips finally came in contact with his own. His eyes slid shut immediately, delving right into what he shouldn't have let start in the first place. Feeling his wrists be set free, he wrapped them around Axel, pulling him closer to himself. One went around to grip at the back of the redhead's shirt, the other to tangle in the already-touseled mane of hair. His chest pounded with ache as he moved his body against Axel's. Ache for how long he had wanted this, ache for what he was getting now. He whimpered as their tongues danced, Roxas pulling back slightly to bite and tug on Axel's lip before diving right back in, tugging slightly at his hair. "Axel..," he panted, tilting his head back as the redhead began to work on his neck. His chest throbbed again, with more ache: Ache that Axel was just doing this because Roxas wanted it. Ache that he knew they could never be together, not with Axel going away. Ache that Axel would never truly know how he felt about him, would never feel the heartache that Roxas felt every day. And so Roxas cried softly. He pushed his face into Axel's neck, hiding himself there so Axel wouldn't see his tears, and clung to his body for dear life. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he whispered, letting out soft little sobs. "I'm so selfish, and I'm so sorry... I can't do this, because I know... I know that whatever happens, I'll be more broken when it's done than when we started. And I can't lose your friendship, no matter how much it hurts." He curled into himself letting the emotions he had had bottled up for those months, years, finally slip through, as he gripped on to Axel, hoping he would keep him afloat while he felt like he was drowning.

Demyx practically drooled when Zexion mentioned chicken pot pie. "Oh, Zexion, you know the way to my heart," he said dreamily with a sigh. "How do you see right through little ol' me? You a psychic? Can you see my deepest, darkest secrets?" he asked, giving Zexion a flirtatious look and smile. He didn't mean to, it just came naturally.

Roxas shook his head as Axel began dogging on himself. "No. No, I should have just...just kept it to myself. I know you, and I know how you work and think..," Roxas retaliated, trying to muffle his sobs. "I never should have told you how I felt. Then we could be normal and still be friends like we used to, and..." He pulled away from Axel and looked up at him. His expression was scared, worried. "We're not going to be okay, are we?" he whispered. His bottom lip trembled again as he slowly fell forward onto Axel's chest. "I want us to be okay...but I ******** everything up. I'm so sorry. I always mess everything up for us, don't I? I just don't know when to ******** stop." His hands gripped onto Axel's shirt. Obviously the blond was pissed off at himself. "I should go. I should... I should probably just leave," he began babbling, pulling away from Axel.

Demyx laughed joyfully when Zexion said he was a charmer. "Well, I'm glad you think so. I don't try, honest. It just happens," he told him happily. He looked up at the woman as she walked into the kitchen, saying goodbyes to her children and asking Zexion if he needed anything. "Bye, Mom!" The blond told her happily as she was walking out of the room. The woman paused and glanced back at Demyx in surprise. The blond blushed at her gaze. "Uh, I mean... S-sorry," he told her timidly. The woman looked up at Zexion then back at Demyx. "It's. ..no problem. Startled me is all. Have a nice day," she told them before heading out of the house.

Demyx looked at Zexion after she left, face bright red in embarrassment. "Sorry...that was..um... I...I call my friends' parents mom and dad...but we just met, and...and... god, I'm so awkward, " he groaned, laying his head down on the counter and covering it with his arms.

Roxas looked back at Axel. The redhead was on his knees, pleading with him to stay. Roxas let a few tears roll down his cheeks once again and sniffled as he said, "I just want us to be okay again..." he spoke softly, dripping back down into Axel's arms, burying himself in his embrace. He sat there for a few minutes trying to calm himself down before he finally stopped crying. Even after the tears were gone, he relaxed against Axel's chest, fingers messing with a loose thread on the hem of his sleeve. He took a deep breath and let it out before he spoke evenly.

"Okay...we're obviously not getting anywhere, so how about this?" He started slowly. "We stop blaming ourselves for what's happened, and we don't blame each other, though I doubt that would happen. We...we have it all out now, right? Now's where we grow from this and become closer friends. And where Demyx gets freaked out because we're super nice to each other again. Right?" He said softly, pulling back from Axel's embrace and looking up at him. "And where we're super sneaky and steal away kisses when we think no one's looking. Or maybe that's just my brain," he said, a small smile spreading on his lips as his hands reached up and smoothed out some of Axel's messed up hair.

Demyx peeked up from the counter when Zexion said he thought his mom liked him. "Well, that's good, I guess. I don't like when people don't like me," he told him. Then he blushed lightly again and picked his head up fully from the counter, grinning cheekily at Zexion. "You think I'm lovable?" he asked, heart thudding in his chest. "Really? Is it just because I'm awkward, or do I do other lovable things, too?" he asked curiously, holding his chin on both of his palms now, hands cupping his cheeks as he waited, interested for Zexion's answer.

Roxas smiled softly at the kiss. He knew he would regret making that deal in the longrun, but for now it was nice. He pulled himself off of Axel as the redhead moved to stand. He laughed softly as he watched Axel stretch himself out. "Your spirit animal is definitely a lion. Brave and handsome, but lazy with yawns like roars. Definitely," he teased, standing himself. He grunted a little and made a face as he tried to stretch out or pop or do something to his back to make it stop hurting. He went from being slammed into the ground twice to being hunched over in the redhead's arms for an extended period of time. And he had worked the night before restocking the lumber and cement bags on shelves. He had worked late, too, which made that nap sound even more enticing. Rubbing at his lower back, he smiled and walked over to the bed. He flopped himself down on it face-first and sprawled out before Axel had a chance to lay down. "Oh, yeah. I forgot how comfortable your bed was," he moaned happily, burrowing into the few pillows that were on the bed. He peeked up at Axel from beneath the pillows with big, blue eyes. "Oh. Where were you going to sleep? Because I totally call the bed," he told him, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold back the playful grin.

Demyx couldn't keep the grin from getting wider and wider with Zexion's every world. Well, at least he knew that Zexion thought he was cute. He had to hold back a whine and laugh simultaneously as Zexion redirected Xion's attention to the blond. He gave Zexion a knowing look, letting him know that this conversation would come up again eventually before giving in to the little girl tugging at his clothes. "Okay, okay! Let's go see your beautiful artistic abilities, then," he told her, happily taking her hand as she led him back to her room.

The blond looked around as he ventured further into the average-sized house. It was nicely-decorated, but it didn't really feel like a home more than just a house. There were no pictures scattered on the walls and tables, there were no medals or trophies or little trinkets. Just regular decorations you would see in an open-house for sale. It bothered Demyx slightly, but he didn't ask Xion about it. He would see if Zexion felt comfortable explaining why he looked like he was living in a doll house.

Instead, he followed the little girl as she trotted into her room. Demyx felt comfortable again as soon as he walked in. He smiled at all of the pictures she had coloured and things she had made at school were taped up to her walls with a blue tape. While the walls were painted almost-white and the floor was a generic tan, the girl's personality shone through all of the dullness, overshadowing it and making it beautiful. As he looked around, the girl had gathered up some of her drawings that were scattered on a little round table and piled them up as neatly as she could before pulling the blond over to sit down on one of the pink plastic chairs. One-by-one she began showing him her drawings, explaining why she coloured this purple and why she chose that picture.

"They're all so beautiful, Xion! I'm jealous!" he told her, leafing through the ones she had showed him. "And all I can do is play a little music. This is real talent, Sweetie," he told her, causing the girl to blush bright pink and grin from ear-to-ear, something he wouldn't have thought possible when he first met her. "You can play music?" she asked, a little in awe. The blond nodded and leaned back in the chair as far as he could without breaking it or falling over. "Yep! I have an idea. When I finish my first CD, I'll give you a copy of it, and you can draw or paint or whatever you want to do to make a cover for it from what you hear. How does that sound? You can make the art for the little booklet with the names of the songs in it, and the front and back of the case, and even design what the front of the CD looks like. Does that sound like something you would like to do?" he asked her, the girl's eyes widening and lighting up like stars. She practically lept out of her chair and tackled Demyx out of his own and to the floor with a hug. "That would be so cool!" she squealed, making Demyx laugh and wrap his arms back around her to return the hug.

Roxas winced at the mention of his back. He guessed Axel noticed the strain when he was trying to straighten it out. "That's not cool, Ax... I worked all last night, and my back's killing me," he mumbled with a soft sigh, snuggling up to the pillows. "I work at the Lowe's down the road, restocking shelves at night. Apparently everyone is paving their freaking driveways this week, because I had to restock a whole two pallets of forty-pound bags of cement. And I'm guessing everyone's building a pool deck or porch or something as well, because I restocked a whole wall of lumber," he explained, voice muffled slightly by the pillows. "Didn't get home until, like, three this morning. But, hey, more work equals more money. Gotta keep the world spinning and the mortgage paid," he told him, suddenly sounding exhausted himself as he thought about the weight on his shoulders. The last twenty-four hours had been such a strain on his body, and he hadn't even thought twice about slowing down, until a nap was mentioned.

Laughing, Demyx rolled Xion off of him, and he stood up, stretching his spine out and hearing a good few pops before relaxing with a bright smile. He looked down at Xion then grinned and squatted down. "Come on. Let's go see what your brother's doing," he invited, gesturing to his back. The girl giggled and climbed onto his back, holding on tightly to his neck and shoulders, legs gripping onto the blond's hips tightly. Demyx chuckled and stood straight, hoisting her up higher on him so he could get a good grip on her legs to keep her from falling.

"Alright. Hold on tight!" he told her before jogging out of her room and down the hallway to the kitchen. He skid to a stop as they reached the walkway to the small kitchen. He poked both of their heads in and grinned at Zexion. "How's the pie coming? I can't wait," he said, feeling his stomach rumble for some of that delicious goodness. He looked over at Xion and grinned once more. "Come on, Xi, let's leave him to cook in peace and go color in the livingroom again! I call all the blue crayons!" he cheered, gallopping back into the livingroom and plopping down, the girl still on his back, onto the floor. She giggled giddily and tumbled off of his back and onto the couch. Laughing, Demyx helped her to stand straight and plopped her down right beside him, handing her a piece of paper and taking one for himself.

Roxas hummed at Axel's question. "Cashier and waiter don't get paid near as much as overnight manual labor, Axel... If we don't pay the mortgage, we have to move, and I don't want to put my mom through that. It wouldn't be right," he told him. He honestly didn't even want to protest as Axel swung a leb over Roxas's body and straddled his hips. The blond groaned loudly in relief as Axel began running his hands up and down his back, straightening out his spine. "Oh my god, Axel, you don't know how good that feels," he groaned, body completely relaxing as he felt the last bit of his vertebrae pop back into place. Then the redhead began working on the knots. "I didn't even know it was this bad," he admitted, peering one of his eyes open as he looked back at him. "Thank you... For the back rub, and for not giving up on me when you rightfully probably should have," he told him softly, closing his eyes again and letting out a deep breath of air. "You're a great best friend...and I'm so lucky to have you..," he added on even quieter as he felt tension released from his body, something he hadn't experienced in a good few months.

Demyx laughed at the girl's wisdom. "You know what? You're right. But how about this, hm? I only get to color with blue, and you only get to color with the rest of the colors. Instead of a blue sky, make it green, or orange, or rainbow! Think outside the box, hmm?" he told her with a playful smile. "That's how new ideas are made: doing things out of the ordinary. Because the world needs to be in order sometimes, but other times, it's good to be free and creative and inspired. It's good to make the world different and crazy sometimes, because that's how you make new friends and live your life to the fullest. Life's a bore without chaos," he told her with a little wink. "So, do we have a deal?" he asked, holding his hand out for her to shake.

Roxas whined a little when Axel stopped rubbing his back. He pouted and curled up slightly as Axel flopped down beside him. He peered his eyes open slightly and looked over at the redhead who was staring at the ceiling. His words didn't really register in Roxas's hazy mind for a few moments, but when they did, Roxas sighed softly. He nudged himself over, climbing onto Axel's chest, and resting his head beneath his chin, palm resting on Axel's warm chest, feeling his heart beat. Roxas curled up to him and made himself comfortable. "We can pretend all we want, but we'll never be the same after today, will we?" he asked softly. He wasn't sad or upset, nor was he happy about it. It simply was, and there wasn't really anything either of them could do about it. He sighed once more and allowed his body to relax. "Thank you for the back rub... I feel so much better than I did. You always seem to know what I need better than I do," he said quietly. "Can you text my mom and tell her I'm over here? I'm too tired and too comfortable, and I don't want to leave tonight," he requested softly.