This story can be read two ways. All of the top parts first (save for the last chapter), then all of the bottom parts, or just as a regular story.

I met him when I was four. He was the intelligent, soft-spoken one. I was the loud, ditzy one. We went together like my mother's home-made ice cream, and his mother's home-made brownies. We were inseparable. Where ever you saw a mop of tousled tawny hair, steel locks much the same followed closely.

We were both very touchy-feely. A hand held here, a kiss on the cheek there. Sleepovers in the same bed, one's clothes found on the other often. He'd read all of his favourite books to me, and I'd sing all of my favourite songs to him. I'd say thanks, and hug him very close, not releasing him until I was sure he'd gotten the extent of my gratitude. He'd say thanks, and kiss my lips once, very quickly, not needing the length to convey how happy he was.

I couldn't tell you when Zexion and I fell in love, because it feels like we've always been.

He met me when I was five. Always a year older than him, but it was never enough to keep us apart. I was standing in a crowd of insane girls, shouting confessions of undying love and passion to the blond boy on the stage, singing his heart out. Earlier this year, I would have been sure within an inch of my life that his heart was being sung out to me. But he got distant, and now I feel like I'm walking on thin ice.

It started out with heated make-out sessions in every conceivable, relatively well-hidden place. When school started for grade eleven, we cut it down to just behind a locker, just when we both happened to go to the bathroom at the same time. But then... He stopped secretly holding my hand under the desks in maths, he stopped walking home with me, he stopped meeting me in the morning. And just yesterday, I saw that idiot's arm around his waist.

I couldn't tell you when Demyx and I fell out of love, because I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears.

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A/N: Ahhh... So, here it is, a story all good and finished, down the the very last chapter.

The title of the story is my current obsession, an amazing indie band who have stolen my heart, though Escape the Fate will always hold one special spot.

The title of every chapter is the song I had on shuffle while writing. Usually ending up working REALLY well with the mood.

NOW REVIEW. Or this is the only chapter ;)

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