A/N: Hey everyone! Im sorry about those of you who saw promise in the story that was previously here. Maybe I will come back to it sometime. Right now, I really want to work on this one. I have had a lot of problems figuring out what to do for a new story. Then this one hit me. Well lets see how it goes and I hope you all like it. Oh, and by the way, I will be working on Preschool as a side type story for when I have writers block or something.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only the scenarios in which I put them in...

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The Best Of Me

The teen was balanced precariously on his stool, a turquoise guitar on his lap, blonde hair flopping into his face as he crooned into the microphone. The words sounded as sweet as a birds song, the notes drifting around the crowded ballroom.

Tell me what you thought about

when you were gone and so alone.

The worst is over,

you can have the best of me.

We got older,

but we're still young.

We never grew out of this feeling

that we wont give up.

I set the guitar down at the end of the song and stood. Heading backstage, smiling, my smile only grew wider when I caught sight of my other band members. The others smiled back.

"Nice solo Dem." Axel, the bassist, lifted his glass.

"Thanks Ax." I took the glass of punch handed to me by Marluxia.

"We done for the night?" Riku asked, twirling a drumstick between his fingers.

"Yeah, lets head back to the rooms." I led the way, throwing away my cup as I went. "I have a late shift at the desk tonight, so I'll see you later Ax." Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out a dark blue button up shirt and grey tie. Taking off my white shirt, I traded it for the blue one and handed Axel my backpack to bring back to our shared room.

Tying the tie around my neck, I headed for the front counter of the hotel, waving at the guys as they headed towards the elevators. It was gonna be a long night.

I slipped into the dark blue vest behind the counter, a crest with the letter C was emblazoned on the left. Relieving Romero, who was already behind the front desk, I took his place between the computer and phone.

Looking down, I saw a light on the phone blinking. Picking up the phone and holding it to my ear, I pushed the flashing button.

"Front Desk, how may I help you?"

"Could you please send two more pillows up to room 145."

"Sure. I'll get right on it."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome. Have a good night."

Hanging up the phone, I pushed a few buttons for housecleaning and waited as the line rang.

"What's up?"

"Hey Selphie. Can you do me a favor and send two pillows to room 145?"

"Sure thing Dem. Anything else?"

"Nope, thats it. Thanks"

"No prob."

Hanging up, I tapped my fingers rhythmically on the desk and stared at my surroundings. I knew I was lucky to land such an amazing job, but it could get pretty boring at times. Sure, me and my best friends were living and working in a five star hotel in New York doing what we loved. We got to play our music every day, plus we were given a regular work schedule to work with. We got free room and board and were fed as well. It was perfect.

Sighing, I tried to figure out why I couldn't just be happy with what I had. I had everything I wanted, but something was still missing. With a yawn, I sat up when I saw the revolving door swing in. Looking military sharp, I waited for the new guest to come to the desk.

In walked a man that looked like he was used to having his every wish a command obeyed immediately. Waving a young blonde ahead of him, the party approached. The blonde looked the part of a personal assistant, complete with a headset attached to a cell phone, and a PDA. Coming up to the desk, the blonde set his PDA down sharply and fixed me with a hard stare.

"Welcome to The Charmonte. My name is Demyx, how may I help you?"

"I need you to take that notepad and pen right there and listen to every word I say. This is very important. I am personal secretary to Mr. Wilson. Yes, The Mr. Wilson, owner of Wilson Music Productions. I want every order I give you to be followed to the T, am I understood?"

"Y-yes sir!" Picking up the pad and pen, I waited with a slightly shaking hand for the orders to start rolling in.

"We want the penthouse suite immediately. I don't care if someone is there right now, vacate them. I will need a total of five pillows delivered to the suite in addition to the ones that are there. We will be here exactly three weeks, and every morning I expect to see one medium coffee, de-caf, one sugar, no cream in a plain white mug at the door at 6:30 am sharp. With that coffee, I expect to see one french vanilla cappuccino and two large powdered doughnuts. I will also need an egg sandwich with cheese and ham, fried in oil, not butter.

"We will need a vase of fresh flowers every day, no babies breath, only five single stem lilies. I need three keys to the room, no more no less and no one else is to have a key except the three you give me tonight. We would like maid service to come in promptly at 3:00 pm every afternoon. I would like the phone line in the room to be shut off and all calls to the room shall be forwarded to me at the following number, 304-554-8753. That is all. If we need anything else, we will not hesitate to call and remember, we do not want to be disturbed."

I quickly finished jotting down the rest of the information and tapped a few keys on the computer, handing the man three keys. The blonde snatched them up, stuck them in his pocket, and prepared to leave.

"Im appointing you personally as overseer of the following information. Do a good job, and there will be a reward at the end. Good night. By the way, if you have any questions, call my number. The names Roxas." Turning on his heel, Roxas walked to the man in charge, and led the way to the elevators.

Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my temples with my fingertips in a soothing motion. When I looked up, I caught sight of the most beautiful thing I had ever seen bringing up the rear of the ritzy party.

A petite, slender, blue-haired man, looking to be about my age followed behind the blonde and the rest. He looked uncomfortable in his suite that just screamed Italian. His hands were shoved in his pockets and an out-of-place guitar was slung over his back. I could hear Roxas trying to persuade him to let the bellhop take the instrument, but the other only shook his head, never uttering a sound. With a resigned sigh, the blonde gave up and led the way towards the elevators. The blue-haired man followed suite, never uttering a sound.

I watched them go, never taking my eyes off them. Just as the petite man stepped lastly into the elevator, our eyes met and his widened a little. He pulled a hand out of his pocket and gave me a small wave just as the doors closed. I waved back, even though he couldn't see me through the closed doors.

Pulling myself together, I went back to the notepad and starting punching numbers on the phone.

"Hey Dem. What's up?"

"Hey, I cant talk long. I need five pillows delivered to the penthouse suite ASAP. Fast as you can get them there. I have to go, got more orders to fill, thanks so much!"

"I'll get right on it. Bye Dem!"

Hanging up, I dialed Room Service.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cloud. I cant talk, but I need you to do something."

"Shoot."

"You got a pen?"

"Yup. Go."

"Every morning this week I need one medium coffee, de-caf, one sugar, no cream in a plain white mug, one french vanilla cappuccino and two large powdered doughnuts, and an egg sandwich with cheese and ham, fried in oil, not butter at the door at 6:30 am, no sooner no later delivered to the penthouse suite."

"Gee, is that all?"

"Yeah. Can you take care of it, please."

"I'll take care of it personally."

"Thanks. Gotta go, more calls to make."

"Sure. Stop by when you get off and I'll whip you up your favorite."

"You're a lifesaver Cloud."

"Yeah, I know. Get back to work."

I hung up and dialed Housekeeping again.

"Dem?"

"Yeah. Hey Selph."

"Hey. I got those pillows delivered like you asked."

"Thanks. I got some more for ya. Got a pen?"

"Go ahead."

"Housekeeping is not to go into the penthouse until three in the afternoon for the next three weeks. They need to bring a vase of fresh flowers every day, no babies breath, only five single stem lilies. Thats all. There are four people staying there. I think thats it."

"I'll take care of it. No problem."

"Thanks so much Selph."

"Yup. I'll meet you in the kitchen later?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye."

Hanging up the phone, I prepared to make my last call. Dialing Maintenance, I waited.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Yuffie?"

"Yup. What can I do for you?"

"This is Demyx. First thing tomorrow morning, can you disconnect the phone in the penthouse suite for me?"

"Sure thing Dem."

"Thanks."

Setting the phone back in its cradle, I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair, letting the breath out with a soft whooshing sound. Ripping off the paper on top of the notepad, I picked up the pen and copied Roxas' cell phone number to the top and threw away the other piece of paper. Looking at my watch, I saw I still had another half hour on my shift. I had a shorter shift tonight.

Crossing my arms on the desk, I rested my chin on them and pictured the blue-haired beauty in my mind. He was perfect, petite, slender frame clad in a suite that fit him like a second skin. Long tapered fingers that were connected to the smallest wrist's I had ever seen. His guitar was strapped to his back and the violet case clashed with his royal blue suit. I longed to see the instrument within the case and the man beneath the suit. Was he as structured as his suit and his father made him seem? Was he a carefree soul trapped inside Armani? Questions burned through my mind and left a path of ashes in their wake.

I was startled from my musings by the ringing of the phone. Clearing my throat, I picked up the phone and put on my buisness-like aura.

"This is The Charmonte. Front desk, Demyx speaking, how may I--"

"Its Roxas. I presume you havent forgotten me already?"

"No sir."

"Good. I need you to come up to the suite as soon as your shift ends. Since I appointed you as a personal hotel manager, there are a few things we need to go over, okay? What time does your shift end?"

"In about twenty minutes, at eleven."

"Good, I exspect to see you then." all that was heard was a dial tone.

Setting the phone back on its cradle, I punched in the number for the kitchen.

"Cloud, hey. Im gonna be a few minutes late for the dessert, the new guest wants to see me when my shift is over. I'll be down as soon as I can."

"All right, just don't take too long."

"I wont. I'll see you soon."

"Kay, bye."

Hanging up, I waited impatiently at the desk until eleven rolled around.

When Eleven came, the main guard locked the door and dismissed me. Scurrying to the elevator, I pushed the button for the penthouse and tapped my finger against my leg in time to the Muzak. When the elevator dinged as a signal that I had reached the appropriate floor, I stepped out and walked forward down the narrow hallway.

Reaching forward to knock, I was startled when the door opened before I could even touch it. Silhouetted in the doorway, was the man with blue hair, clad in lounge pants and a tight-fitting t-shirt and socks. He leveled me with a soft gaze, his one visible, amethyst eye blinking slowly. The man brought his left wrist to his face, looking down at it then back up at me. He was a head shorter then I was.

"Your fifty-four seconds late."

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A/N: so what do you think? Please review and let me know. I hope this will be the story I will stick with for the next couple of months or until it is done. Please R&R so I know if I should continue or not. I love reviews, they inspire me to wriiiiite!!! Love you all muchly!

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