A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! (Seems like im always saying that) between Christmas and the short story in writing for history, I haven't had time to even think about fanfic. Sorry! But here I am with chapter 5 so MEEHHH!!! XD well im sorry to inform you that this is now officially a mini fic, therefor it will only have one more chapter. -hides under a table- don't kill me!! I just have another story I REALLY want to work on, and I know you will love it! Well ill shut up now and go on...enjoy!
Disclaimer: uhhh I don't own KH or anything else mentioned in this story...but I own LEOD!
Leod: do not
Rika: psh, whatever...Friday Leod, Friday
Leod:...okay I cant dispute that...
Rika: On with the show!
5
Two Dreaded Words
We zig-zagged our way through pedestrians, almost knocking over an old man, a bad lady, some little kid, and an under-enthusiastic gothic girl. Laughing all the while, our hands laced together, we darted forward, seeing the beacon of the mini mall up ahead. Pushing our way through the doors, we wove in and out of people, with me dragging Zexion.
Pulling Blue to a stop behind a large plant box, we crouched down and watched Roxas and his cronies rush past. Yeah, we knew there would be hell to pay later, but I for one didn't want today to end before it had even started. Standing quickly, I pulled Zexion into the nearest store.
The first thing that hit me was how damn pink it was. Peering at the nearest table and looking around a but, I realized we must have been in Victoria's Secret. Smiling at Blue, I met his answering grin and dragged him back out. We looked around for a better hiding place when we heard a tell-tale "There they are!" coming from the left. Heading for the nearest escalator we slipped up the stairs, trying not to knock people over. I was running out of breath. I hadn't run this much since 11th grade. We needed a good place to hide, and fast.
Looking around, I knew we didn't have much time, so I fast-walked around while thinking. Suddenly, there was a sharp tug on my hand.
"This way!" Zexion said anxiously, tugging my in the opposite direction.
He dragged me into the nearby Hot Topic, sneaking into the back and jumping into the dressing room. Shutting the door, he sat on the only chair, unconsciously pulling me into his lap. We were panting, trying to catch our breath and not make too much noise at the same time.
All of a sudden, laughter bubbled up in my chest, spilling out my mouth of its own accord. I held onto my stomach, trying to stem the flow of chuckles, but unable to. Blue soon joined in, his laughter warm and light.
When the laughing fit was finally over, the two of us sighed. I leaned back, forgetting until now that I was sitting on Blue's lap. Jumping up, I started to blush furiously and look at the floor. Blue only smiled. He reached forward, grabbing my hips in his hands and tugging me closer.
"J'ai vraiment envie de vous embrasser."
Biting my lip, I looked up at him slowly, almost nervous to meet his eyes. My meager amount of french was enough to enable me to understand what he wanted. Blue released my hips, choosing instead to wrap one arm around my waist, and the other cupping my chin, bringing my face down until our lips were only a centimeter apart. The suspense was killing me so with my last shred of sanity, I closed the distance.
Our lips met in the sweetest kiss imaginable. Fireworks exploded in my chest. It felt like my heart would beat out of my chest and all rational thought left my head. My arms wrapped around his neck on their own as I leaned forward to slightly increase the pressure.
Now I see what people mean when they say their first kiss is something they never forget.
Just as I was getting into it, the door of the dressing room banged open. I jumped back, only to be confronted with a blonde maelstrom. Then I heard the two dreaded words.
"Your fired."
"Don't blame Mr. Wilson, it was my fault." I took a deep breath and looked up at Roxas. "Im sorry."
"Your still fired."
"I know."
"You may hand in your cell phone, pager, and room key. Come with me and I'll give you your paycheck. Or what you earned at least."
I nodded, set my borrowed electronics on the table of the living room, and followed Roxas to the penthouse office. He wrote something down, and handed me a check for $5,000. I folded it in half and slid it into my back pocket. Heaving a sigh, I picked my dignity up off the floor and looked Roxas in the eyes, shaking his proffered hand. Turning, I left.
When I got to the bottom floor, I went into my superiors office. After being told to come in, I sat in the hard-backed chair across from him. Folding my hands in my lap, I waited for him to chew me out.
"You realize, Demyx, that you have cost us the most influential guest this hotel has ever had? Because of you, Mr. Wilson is moving to another hotel. Based on this, combined with past mishaps, I have no choice but to fire you."
"I understand sir."
"Good. You may back up your things and leave. I expect you will be gone by the end of the week? That gives you three days."
"Yes sir. I'll be gone by tomorrow, What of the rest of the band sir?" I looked at him, worried.
"They will retain their positions. I'll just hire a new singer. You may pick up your final check in the morning. You are dismissed." and as simple as that, I was out of a job.
"Yes sir. Thank you sir." standing, I turned and left the office.
It was a blow. Losing two jobs in one day was a hit below the belt. I had no where to go. No where but back home.
Maine.
I shuddered at the thought.
Riding the elevator to my floor, I unlocked my room to find Axel still sleeping, as through nothing had ever happened. At least one part of my life was still normal and happy. Going to the closet, I pulled two suitcases and a garbage bag out of the bottom from beneath a pile of junk. Opening both on my bed, I started stacking my clothes in neat piles inside. When one suitcase was full, I filled the other with my junk. Books, CD's, shoes, guitar tabs, picks, polish, sketch pads, art crap, and other odds and ends. Closing it with a snap, I picked up the phone and dialed the operator, asking for the nearest airport.
After reserving a ticket with my emergency credit card, I changed into more comfortable clothes and threw my slacks and button-up shirt on top of my clean ones and closed that suitcase as well. Heaving them off the bed, I yawned and decided it was a good time for a nap. My plane didn't leave until tonight anyways. I flopped onto my bed with a groan.
"Dude, you cant leave!"
"Mom's expecting me. Where else can I go? It's not like I can actually afford this hotel."
"Well you cant just leave!"
"Sorry Axe, I have to go. You guys will get a new singer within a few days."
"Dammit. This is all Zexions' fault."
"Don't blame..him." I turned back to Axel with an anguished look. "Please don't blame him. Its not his fault."
I was so pathetic. I couldn't even bear to say his name. Not after he left during my little cat-nap without so much as a goodbye. I hadn't seen him since that traitorous kiss. So now I was going to go home.
"But Dem, Maine is like, far away."
"Im so proud you passed geography."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that. Please don't go. Please."
"Im really, really sorry Axel, I have to. I'll see you later. I promise to call, alright? All the time. Good luck."
Loading my last bag into the waiting taxi, I gave my best friend one final hug and got in, waving out the open window as we pulled away. My life sucked. Royally.
A/N: Horrid place to leave off, I know! As much as it pains me to say so, there is only once chapter left. Sorry, mini-fic. Thing is, im willing to give sequel rights to anyone who wants them. First one to ask get 'em! Message me ASAP and let me know. I'll make sure to end the story with a very wide continuation opening so it can easily be picked up, kay? Well I love you all and please review, it makes me want to write more! If you don't review, well thanks for reading anyways. Love you all bunches!!
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PS: The french that Zexion uses means "I Really Want to Kiss You."