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kh_drabbleTitle: Got it Memorized?
Word Count: 401
Warning: DemyxAxel.
Notes: I am officially in love with Demyx/Organization member drabbles. Like, seriously. And this is my first post here. :D
I called you stupid. You didn’t care. I called you ugly. You just laughed it off. I called you weak, ignorant, unloved. Your eyes just lit up. They shone. And it scared me sometimes.
Strike that. It scared me all the time.
There’s something about you. I can’t put my finger on it. Hell, no one can. No one smiles as much as you do. And when you hang around the people I do, it’s weird. Alarming. The smiling. Not hanging around the people I do.
Sometimes, I want to yell. So I do. But the words I want to say never come out. I always insult you. I don’t want to. It’s not like it matters, though. It’s as if you know. And it’s kinda creepy. I mean, really creepy. It’s extremely creepy.
You know how to strike a chord. In my heart, I mean. Not on your stupid sitar. How many times have I told you that thing bugs the shit outta me? Too many to count, probably.
Eh, whatever. What was I talking about? Oh. Right. Striking the chord of my heart. That’s sounds gay. Gayer than Marluxia. S’not like it matters, since I am. Gay, I mean.
Well, sort of. It’s not like a get a boner every time Roxas gets out of the shower, or whenever Luxord totally kicks Saix’s ass in Strip Poker. It’s only when you come around. I don’t get a boner. I mean, it’s only when you come around when I feel gay. But I’m not. I just feel like I am.
Because I like you.
And more than just friend like. More than Roxas likes Sea Salt ice cream bars. More than... Eh, more than a lot of things. But yeah. I like you a lot. I like you so much, it’s boardering on love.
Actually, I already think it’s crossed over.
There you go, smiling again. And why? Because we’re getting Chinese take-out. True, it was Zexion’s turn to cook, but seriously. Chinese? Oh well. I’ll get whatever you get.
“Why?”
‘Why’ what? Why do I always hang around you? Why do I always call you names? Why do I trust you with my appetite? Hell. I dunno. Maybe it’s because-
“I like you. A lot.”
And you laugh. Typical. Now you’re gonna shrug it off. Oh, there, great. Just great. Don’t go walking away from me. Stupid water-user. I hate water.
“I love you. Got it memorized?”
“Yeah. I got it memorized.”
Word Count: 401
Warning: DemyxAxel.
Notes: I am officially in love with Demyx/Organization member drabbles. Like, seriously. And this is my first post here. :D
I called you stupid. You didn’t care. I called you ugly. You just laughed it off. I called you weak, ignorant, unloved. Your eyes just lit up. They shone. And it scared me sometimes.
Strike that. It scared me all the time.
There’s something about you. I can’t put my finger on it. Hell, no one can. No one smiles as much as you do. And when you hang around the people I do, it’s weird. Alarming. The smiling. Not hanging around the people I do.
Sometimes, I want to yell. So I do. But the words I want to say never come out. I always insult you. I don’t want to. It’s not like it matters, though. It’s as if you know. And it’s kinda creepy. I mean, really creepy. It’s extremely creepy.
You know how to strike a chord. In my heart, I mean. Not on your stupid sitar. How many times have I told you that thing bugs the shit outta me? Too many to count, probably.
Eh, whatever. What was I talking about? Oh. Right. Striking the chord of my heart. That’s sounds gay. Gayer than Marluxia. S’not like it matters, since I am. Gay, I mean.
Well, sort of. It’s not like a get a boner every time Roxas gets out of the shower, or whenever Luxord totally kicks Saix’s ass in Strip Poker. It’s only when you come around. I don’t get a boner. I mean, it’s only when you come around when I feel gay. But I’m not. I just feel like I am.
Because I like you.
And more than just friend like. More than Roxas likes Sea Salt ice cream bars. More than... Eh, more than a lot of things. But yeah. I like you a lot. I like you so much, it’s boardering on love.
Actually, I already think it’s crossed over.
There you go, smiling again. And why? Because we’re getting Chinese take-out. True, it was Zexion’s turn to cook, but seriously. Chinese? Oh well. I’ll get whatever you get.
“Why?”
‘Why’ what? Why do I always hang around you? Why do I always call you names? Why do I trust you with my appetite? Hell. I dunno. Maybe it’s because-
“I like you. A lot.”
And you laugh. Typical. Now you’re gonna shrug it off. Oh, there, great. Just great. Don’t go walking away from me. Stupid water-user. I hate water.
“I love you. Got it memorized?”
“Yeah. I got it memorized.”
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