Zexion sat quietly in his dorm sitting in front of a desk. He concentrated deeply on his work, writing word by word. Zexion really didn't have jobs like other college students. He wrote song lyrics and sold them to bands or just singers; beginners or long-time experts. At this moment, he was working on a song for some beginners. They wanted something 'dark and evil' and Zexion was an expert at that.

While writing, the nineteen-year-old teen heard a knock on his door. Then another, AND another; 9 knocks in total.

Zexion deeply sighed, blowing some hair out of his face.

"You can come in Dem."

The blonde curiously walked in, with a faint blush across his face.

"How'd you know it was me?" Demyx asked as his head childishly bopped to the side.

"You're the only idiot who knocks nine times."

"Really?"

"Yup"

"Y'sure?"

"Mmhm"

"Oh…"

Demyx's blush began to grow brighter from a bit of embarrassment.

"Um…hey Zex?"

"What?"

Demyx silently walked over to Zexion's bed, sitting on it. Now he was facing Zexions' back, something not too unusual.

"Why are we friends?"

Zexion put his pencil down, rotating the chair around, giving the blonde a confused look.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you hate everybody. I'd think that you'd be friends with Roxas or Saix—"

"First of all, Roxas is just a bipolar weirdo and Saix isn't emo or goth; he's a killer."

"So…why me?"

Zexion sat quietly, trying to give a good reason.

"I guess you're the only one who can honestly make me laugh. You know I barely even chuckle."

"Hm. True, but pain makes you laugh."

"(Sigh) Look Dem, Whenever you're dark, gothic, emo, etc., you would like to have silly, stupid friends. They don't like to admit it, but they do. Just look at Roxas or Riku or Vincent or Cloud; if you notice they're pretty much surrounded by wild, happy people."

"Oh…now I get it."

"Good."

Zexion turned his chair back around and continued to finish the song.

After several minutes of nice silence, Demyx tightly sighed and got up off of Zexion's bed, grabbing a folded up piece of paper out of his back pocket. He walked up next to Zexion and between a sigh, he quickly said "Here."

Zexion looked up at Demyx, locking eyes for a second, then curiously grabbed the paper and asked Demyx what it was.

"I know you don't really like what other people write, but--…I made a song…inspired by y-you."

Zexion boredly began to unfold the paper.

"So, um, yeah—I gotta go pack so I-I'll see you later."

"Wait a minute, pack?"

Zexion put the pencil down and walked over to the blonde who stood at the doorway.

"Where ya goin?"

"Oh…"

Demyx looked down, holding his arm.

"Um…London. I forgot to t-tell you."

"When are you leaving?"

"…Tomorrow."

Zexion's expression quickly saddened.

"O-Oh! But don't be sad!" Demyx quickly exclaimed noticing Zexion's frown.

"I'll write to you as much as possible ok?"

The platinum haired teen slowly looked up and slightly brightened, watching Demyx's silly smile.

"Ok…"

Demyx smirked and cocked an eyebrow. He slowly used his left index finger and middle finger to push all the hair out of Zexion's face, showing a very innocent and hidden teen. Demyx was the only one that truly understood Zexion. He may look evil and 'deathly', but he was just so hurt, that he never dared to show his true self. Only to Demyx that is. Demyx was the only one that had ever seen Zexion truly laugh and/or chuckle; or wilder; a giggle.

Demyx's smile grew wider, remembering Zexion's cute little giggle.

"What?"

Demyx quickly blinked noticing he was beginning to stare.

"Oh, hm, nothing. I'll see you tomorrow before I leave ok Zexy?"

Zexion chuckled and rolled his eyes, replying with a nod.

Zexion sat back down on his chair after two long minutes of silence with Demyx. It was outrageously awkward because Demyx was holding the hair out of his face the whole time, as if wanting to do something, but couldn't. Zexion merely shook the thought out of the way and began to read Demyx's song. If it WAS inspired by him, he really wanted to know what Dem thought of him. At the top the name of the song was "Yellow"

'Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

And they were all yellow

I came along

I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do

And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn

Oh what a thing to've done

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

You know

You know I love you so

You know I love you so'

Zexion stared at the last lines he read, blushing brightly. His breathing was sharp as he easily held back tears. He slowly put the paper down, not wanting to read the rest just yet.

Zexion knew that Demyx could write and sing songs, and he wasn't so bad at it, but now he knew the reason why he barely showed him any of the songs he wrote.