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Who here has their motivation for writing go way down when they get their period? Raise your hands please. Thanks :3 You now know how I feel right now, because

PERIODS SUCK (And commas rule!)! If anybody can tell me where that's from, I will dry hump you forever. :l and you'll love it.

Pfft you gotta hear this:

Ok so here I was, just sitting here minding my own business. I had just combed through my hair with my hand for no reason (weird habit of mine) and some of it stayed in my face. My mom comes over saying, 'isn't this clock cool?' or something, and right after that, she looks at me weird and says, 'what's wrong with your face?' pfft, what? She thought my hair was a gigantic cat scratch XD

Well, yes, he did in fact have to go find him now… but now? Zexion kind of wanted to have some tea right now. That sounded super, actually, but… but he had to find Demyx.

…But the tea…

"Zee, aren't you gonna go find Mr. Demyx?" Downey, who had walked in a few moments beforehand, asked. "Shush for a second, Downey, I'm deciding something very important right now," Zexion said, his thumb and fore-finger now on his chin in thought.

"Is it about tea?" Downey asked. He didn't receive an answer until after a few more moments. "…yes, it is." Zexion told him, still deep in thought.

'Tea is so warm and deeeliicciousssss, and Demyx… although it may seem that I'm an egomaniac, that is not true… But I hurt Demyx's feelings… Demyx isn't that yummy!'

"Well… What if you went and got him back, then you both had tea?" Downey suggested. He really did like Mr. Demyx, he was real fun! Zexion turned around to look at him, and stared at him while thinking about that now. It kind of scared Downey.

"Well alright, that sounds pretty cool," and with that, Zexion grabbed his coat and left the house, not so loudly yelling out Demyx's name.

The first place Zexion checked was Demyx's old apartment. When he knocked on the door and Reno answered, he was warmly greeted and invited into the apartment. "Hey man, haven't seen you in a while!" He said, grinning from ear to ear. He put an arm around Zexion's shoulder and dragged him in.

"So what brings you here, oh previously small and little one?" Reno asked, making the two sit on the couch next to Rude and Roxas. Axel seemed to be nowhere in sight, maybe he was just at the store or sleeping, or whatever.

Not surprisingly, Rude was reading Zexion's newest novel, and Reno was watching Oprah. Roxas, the cute little blonde that Axel was having an affair with, seemed nervous with Demyx's body around, obviously not knowing about what the hell was going on.

"I am actually looking for Demyx; we… got in a bit of a… well I got mad at him- really mad. And it was a stupid thing to get mad over, really, but I made him run away…" Zexion explained, grimacing.

Both Reno and Rude looked a bit taken aback, and Roxas looked confused. "Oh, well, he most certainly isn't here, yo. After that fight- oh hey his stuff is still here too, if you want to take it back to your place. Axel nearly tossed it all out of the window, but we stopped him just in time," He explained, grimacing now, too.

Zexion sighed. "Ah. Well, I really didn't think he would be here either, it was just really cold out and this place was closest," He said, getting up and stretching his legs out a bit. "I should go look somewhere else, like, I guess the park or whatever. See you guys later," He said, walking towards the door.

"Alright. See you tomorrow!" Reno waved. Zexion looked back at him, confused. "I'm not coming over here—"

"On Oprah? You had better show up on there man, or Rude'll get pissed off!" He continued, laughing.

Rude wasn't amused. "That's not true. Just go and find your friend," He told Zexion. Zexion wanted to say that Demyx wasn't his friend, but he decided in the end not to do so. He nodded, and then walked out of the apartment, closing the door gently.

Not knowing where to go next, Zexion just decided on his own suggestion, the park.

When he got there, he noticed that there was a huge crowd around a bench. Confused and curious, Zexion decided to check it out. The crowd was thick, and it was plainly obvious that whatever was happening here was very popular.

And then he heard his voice.

Damnit, that fool was gathering a crowd by singing in a park, in his body! Zexion pushed his way through the crowd, pushing and shoving until he was about two feet away from Demyx.

When Demyx looked up and saw Zexion, he abruptly stopped and stood up. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice full of both panic and anger.

Before Zexion could tell him that he wanted to apologize, he ran off, much to the dismay of the crowd, who were aww-ing and boo-ing him. Zexion though, growled, and took off after him.

This would be one of the few times that he thanked being in Demyx's body, because he now had an advantage at running. He sprinted towards the other running male, and when he was close enough, he tackled him to the ground.

"Gahhh!" Demyx screamed, trying to claw himself away from Zexion. "What do you want?!" He yelled.

"I want to apologize, damnit!" Zexion growled through clenched teeth, seeing as he was trying to keep Demyx from getting away.

"What? By tackling me?! What the hell is your problem, man!?" Demyx howled, finally getting free. But, he did not run. He just sat there, staring at Zexion as if he were insane.

"Well, how the hell else was I supposed to get you when you randomly sprint off?" Zexion spat, glaring at Demyx. Demyx glared back. "You could of just yelled or something," He shrugged, looking down at the grass and playing with it.

Zexion didn't give Demyx an answer; rather, he was thinking of how he was going to apologize.

"…How about we go to lunch or something, to discuss… just whatever?" He asked. Demyx gave him a cold stare. "Why should I?" he finally asked, looking away from Zexion. The latter was not amused. He almost said 'you really are a stubborn pansy-ass of a brat, aren't you?' but decided at the last second that it'd be best not to. No, that wouldn't help matters at all.

Demyx eyed him warily. "Because I want to apologize! And also… I do think it would be wise if we discussed things for tomorrow. I most certainly do not want you making a fool of me on national television!" Zexion exclaimed. Demyx continued watching him, before slowly nodding. "Yes I do suppose that would make sense… Ok, fine. Let's go get lunch; I am a bit hungry. You can apologize by buying it," He said, smiling. Zexion sighed with relief, and stood up with Demyx.

As they began to walk towards the nearest restaurant, a revelation came over Zexion. "There is no way in hell you are going on the show with that hair!" He demanded. "Well how the flying fuck am I going to change it back then, shorty?" Demyx asked. Zexion raised an eyebrow. "You know you're kind of insulting yourself right now? And Extensions, of course. We'll dye my hair back to it's natural-"

"So it is your natural color!" Zexion sighed, before nodding.

"Yes, now, we'll dye it back and then get the proper extensions!"

Demyx snorted and started giggling. "You're such a weirdo," He said, reaching up to pet his former head. Zexion looked down at him, clearly not amused. "Oh look, the café," Zexion started, looking at his watch ('Wasn't that Reno's?' Demyx thought). "let's walk conveniently faster so we have time to not barely miss the waiter who always hints about wanting to molest me with a sock puppet," He said in a completely deadpanned voice.

Demyx really didn't know what to say to that one.

During their lunch, they had discussed such things like how they were to get their own bodies back, what Demyx was to say on Oprah and when they'd find the time to get his hair done. On that subject, they ended up agreeing to do so after lunch.

So they did. And as they were walking back to the flat with new hair extensions (gotten at the mall that was a few blocks away) in his hair and a box of hair dye in his hand, Zexion managed to get Demyx to accept his real apology. Which was good, obviously!

After they had put the dye in and were waiting for it to soak in, they sat on the couch watching television, as per usual. "I wish we could go to the beaaaccchhhhh!" Demyx whined. Zexion, wordlessly, channel surfed until he landed on 'Bridget's Sexiest Beaches'. Demyx looked at Zexion. "You watch this whore?" He asked. There was a small moment of silence before both said "Xigbar," in unison. For some reason, they kept on watching it, even while Demyx went to go finish his hair.

When he plopped back down on the couch next to Zex-o-roonio (1), he asked a very… interesting question.

"Can we have sex? I mean -" Zexion stared at him, horrified. "No! No! It's like-well-what I mean is I've always wanted to know what it's like having sex with myself, and whenever I go to or see the beach I get horny and well- well don't look at me like that!"

Well too bad Dems, because he was looking at you like that.

"And plus," This time, Demyx's voice was a lot lower and quieter. "I bet you haven't gotten any in a long time," He got shmacked in the face twice by a couch pillow. "What's it to you if I have or have not!" Zexion snapped, crossing his arms and turning away, now fuming.

"Oh come on, haven't you ever gotten a boner from doing something you like? Like when you write your books or something? Like when you write all the gory details- don't lie, I've skimmed through your books and you always make it super gory, which is awesome- or when you read Sherlock Holmes?" Demyx asked, making Zexion snort.

"You wish. I've wanted to bang Willy Wonka since I was seven," He said seriously. But, you know, he wasn't serious. Demyx started laughing, and just wouldn't shut up! "Ok, it wasn't that funny… No really, none of my jokes are this good. You should really stop- damnit, fine," So Zexion had to kiss him to shut up. And so they had sex, much to Demyx's happiness. (2)

"So that was pretty awesome," Demyx said at one point, since they were still lying on the couch, naked and panting. (an: Can I say something totally random? You know Rosso the Crimson? I can't help but giggle with joy every time I imagine her voice. Same with Balthier and Fran. Oh god, and Vincent too O 3O) Zexion nodded, a funny smile on his face.

"So now what?" Demyx asked, and Zexion looked to see what time it was. "We have to go get Downey," He moaned. "From school? How did he get there by himself?" Demyx asked. "Xigbar is at least responsible enough to take him when I'm not around." Zexion said, getting up and fetching his clothes.

And so then of course Xigbar had to come crashing in, making out with some chick. Zexion just stood and stared in shock, while Demyx lay on the couch and do the same. And then the chick screamed into Xigbar's mouth and Zexion yelled "OH SHIT!" and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover himself. Remembering Demyx, he merely chucked his clothes on him.

Xigbar turned and looked at Zexion, for he had his back turned to him, and stared as well. He craned his neck to look at Demyx on the couch, and raised his eyebrows. Well, his visible one, anyway.

"Ohhh hey! You're that musician! And you're that author! You guys are both awesome! This may be a bit awkward, but can I have both your guys' autograph?" The woman asked. They stared at her, and then slowly nodded.

But naturally, they got dressed first. And by that time Xigbar was sitting at the counter drinking a smoothie, and his new girlfriend sat on the couch watching television. Everyone seems to do that often. Are you guys going to watch the House marathon tomorrow? I am. I really don't like the new team, but whatever.(3)

So Zexion and Demyx signed a picture of the two of them (Taken on Polaroid. Zexion is a secret packrat, and he still has those), both accidentally signing their actual names on their actual person, leaving the woman, Tifa Lockhart, confused.(4)

At one point, Tifa had left to go home, Xigbar promising to see her tomorrow. So then that left Xigbar sitting at the counter, facing the television (it's like you walk in the flat and on your left is a counter and the kitchen right next to it, then right to its right is the couch and TV and a nice big window. Then straight ahead is the hall with rooms.), and Zexion standing in the kitchen watching the TV, and Demyx on the couch doing the same exact thing.

Xigbar turned around on the stool to face Zexion. "So I already pawned the ring. You can do that to yours too, get a good amount of cash from it. I'll take my stuff out tonight," He told him, then turned back around to watch the TV until a commercial came on. When the show ended, Xigbar announced he was going to a friends.

"… But it hasn't even been two weeks…" Zexion mumbled as he left, his head down. Demyx felt sympathy for the boy, but didn't know how to comfort him. "Oh hey! How about we go get ice cream?" He asked. Zexion looked up at him a bit slowly. "I'm not in the mood to go anywhere," He sighed. Demyx frowned. "Well then we'll make our own!" He said, grinning.

This got Zexion's attention. "What? Make our own?"

"Oh yea sure, used to do it all the time when I was little! I'll pop in a movie for us, and I'll teach you how to make it! After we go pick up Downey, of course-"

"Too late," Zexion said, and sure enough, Downey walked in. "I got a ride from a friend today!" He announced.

"Is Xiggy here?" He then innocently asked, unaware of Zexion's head re-drooping in despair. Demyx grimaced for a second. "Well we're about to make our own ice-cream, wanna help?!" He asked, hopping around all excited-like. Downey got excited too, and nodded. "Yea! Yea!" He said, hopping to the kitchen.

After getting all the ingredients together, and doing a lot of shaking in large plastic bags, the ice cream was finished. It was chocolate chip! They all sat on the couch with the lights lowered, finishing up watching Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog and eating ice-cream, readying to watch Coraline next. Xigbar had connections, so when Zexion had mentioned he really wanted Coraline when it came out on DVD, he got it for him early from wherever.

"I have something planned for us tomorrow after Oprah!" Demyx said, grinning mischievously. "…What is it?" Zexion and Downey asked in unison. "I can't tell you, but I know you'll both like it!"

(1)- don't ask. I'll randomly add things to the end of people's names. Like 'llini'. Axellini!

(2) never will I ever write smut or a songfic.

(3) There really is a House marathon tomorrow! From eight to eight!

(4)Because I really don't like her :l

I had totally forgotten the (1) for last chapter, so here it is:

I had kinda jacked that from xxFiddleSticksxx on Deviantart. So yea.

I kinda delayed this one for a couple days just to spite you. You know who you are xD But I still love you!-noogie- This is actually a lot sooner than I normally would update a chapter, but whatev. My record was for VRPoDtDW, when I first started it I posted the second chapter the day after the first. It was my first story, and I obviously got super lazy. Procrastintors unite! ... Tomorrow.

oh and P.S

that review thing, you know, about you giving me the silent treatment? It was a joke o_o please review, it makes a grumpy Cody's period cramps go away!

much love, studMuffins