Demyx sat in the middle of the carpet, his tounge between his teeth, with a look of fierce concentration on his face. Suddenly, the colourful piece of plastic in his hands sprung to life, shouting out commands to him.

"Bop it!"

"Twist it!"

"Pull it!"

"Shout it!"

"Shout it!"

"Twist it!"

"Pull it!"

"Twist it!"

"Pull it!"

"Bop it!"

"Shout it!"

"Twist- Ow-ow-ow! You're out!"

He sat there for a couple more seconds, before throwing it across the room, barely missing the television.

"Stupid lump of plastic!" he yelled, "Maybe I didn't want to twist it!"

He turned over onto his front, and sulked while having a face full of carpet. But after a while, his silent tantrum was interrupted.

"Uh... Demyx?" asked Zexion, standing in the doorway. Even though he knew better than to get involved with Demyx. Happy or not.

"Go away, Zexy." he said, frowning into the fabric, "I'm busy."

"Well, you're missing the movie." Zexion sighed, trying to get Demyx to get up, "And Axel said that he wasn't going to rewind it."

"Good. I hate scary movies." he said, glancing fearfully at his 'Bop It', which he swore he had seen move.

"Well... what do you wanna watch?" he asked, trying one more time. Then pointed to the draw in the desk under the television, "I think I saw 'The Little Mermaid' in there."

Demyx looked up again, not sure whether to give up his tantrum for this. No. He shook his head angrily, and Zexion began to walk away. Then Demyx regretted it.

"Zexy!"

The other boy stopped walking.

"Yes?"

"If we watch it... can I have Gummi Bears?"

"Yeah, Demyx. We can have Gummi Bears."

Demyx smiled. And as he waited for Zexion to set up the DVD and get the Gummi Bears, he picked up his (now slightly defective) 'Bop It', and hit the middle button.

"H-igh Sco-score... Twen-ty O-o-one-one..."