One or two of the girls let out a quiet whine. They weren't exactly too thrilled to leave. But just one glance between them had them hanging up their guitars and leaving the room rather quickly. Everyone else followed at a normal pace.
Zexion shook his head lightly when he saw them. 'Probably going to go make some ridiculous plan to get the teacher to fall in love with one of them...' he thought, moving slower than the rest of the class to stay out of the way.

When the rest of the class had left and were probably on their way to wherever it was they were going, Demyx noticed Zexion lagging behind.
"Hey, Zexion," The music teacher walked up to his new student, "Nice job in class today- do you play any other instruments? Seemed like you had experience." Demyx asked, cocking his head slightly.

Zexion's steps faltered when Demyx approached him. He shook his head slowly. "No sir..." he said, his eyes on the ground. "That was the first time playing anything." He had attempted to play piano once. But he failed at that miserably. But in his defense, he was 8.

Demyx was a little surprised; this kid was good for someone who didn't have any real experience. Must've been genetic. "Do your parents play?" Then again, he could've just been born that way.

Zexion shrugged. "Maybe. My mom doesn't and I dont' really know my dad." he said nonchalantly. It used to bug him in the past that his father was never around, but now that he was older, it didn't matter to him as much.

"Oh- alright." Demyx glanced up at the clock again. "You'd better get going now- sorry for keeping you."

((Sorryonmywayoutthedoor-))

((It's fine.))

Zexion nodded. "It's fine. I'm walking anyway. I don't ride the bus."

Demyx was tempted to ask why he didn't take the bus, but he didn't want to hold Zexion up any more. "Alright; I'll see you later then, I guess?"

Zexion thought for a second. "...Sure." he said, grabbing his bag and slipping out of the room. When did Demyx expect to see him? But whatever. Zexion wouldn't mind if he saw Demyx outside school. He was a nice guy.

Demyx tossed a smile over his shoulder as Zexion left- he really liked this kid. Not a lot of enthusiasm, but anyone with talent- or anyone who even showed up in his class- was generally 'good' in Demyx's book.
He headed back over to his desk to grab a few of his papers and his bag, rather haphazardly stuffing whatever he planned to take home into it before slinging it over his shoulder and making his way towards the door. He planned to drive home and just relax for a few hours; it wasn't like he had naything better to do, anyway.

Before Zexion left the school building, he stopped by the main office. He was assured that he'd be able to check books out of the library by tomorrow and he left the school building content. He couldn't wait to actually check out a book. He walked down the street slowly, eyes downcast. He'd look up occasionally to make sure he wasn't going to run into anybody or when he was crossing the street.

After stopping by the office and checking his handout box, Demyx left the building and walked out to his car- an old model he bought used when he was twenty-two. He climbed in and drove off, probably going a little faster than he should've been down a suburban sideroad.
As he was speeding down the highway (I'm not speeding, i'm only going six over the limit... He thought as he drove) he noticed a certain slate-haired teenager dragging his feet as he walked down the road.
Pulling up to almost a complete stop, Demyx rolled down the window, leaning on the door. "Zexion- you need a ride home?"

Zexion barely glanced up when a car had pulled up next to him. But he did raise his head when he heard Demyx's voice. What was the possibility that he'd seen him outside of school. "Um..." He paused. Should he really accept a ride from his teacher? He thought about how much farther his house was. It was still about a 20 minute walk. "..... Sure... If you don't mind." he said after a long pause.

Demyx smiled. "Alright, hop in." The music teacher unlocked and opened the door, letting the slate-haired teen climb in. "What's your adress, Zexion?"

Zexion nodded as he slipped into the passenger seat. He was silent for a few seconds as he thought it over. ".... I don't really know..." he said, looking down at his lap. "We just got officially moved in the other day and I haven't had time to memorizing the address... But I know that it's that way...." he said, pointing off down the street.

"That way?" Demyx laughed. "That way it is, then." His foot tapped the gas pedal, sending them down the road- slower this time.

A very light blush crossed Zexion's face when Demyx laughed at him. He knew it wasn't a mean laugh, but still... He wanted to keep his gaze down on his lap, but he kept it up so he could point Demyx in the right direction.

A few minutes passed in almost toal silence, nothing but the rumble of wheels on pavement and the occasional second car to inturrupt. Demyx, always being a rather loud fellow, wasn't appreciating the quiet and started to get just a bit tense. "So- uhm- do I turn here, or?" He asked, finding a reason to break the silence as he pointed to the start of another street.

Zexion blinked, realizing that he had faded out for a second. "Yeah. Turn right. It's the white house on the left side of the street." he said. dropping his gaze. He was slightly embarasseded that he had actually forgotten where he was for a second.

Demyx nodded and turned, the narrow suburban road and brightly painted houses surrounding him and his passenger. He pulled up to the house Zexion had described- white, second on the left.

Zexion was silent for a few seconds. "... Thank you for the ride..." he said quietly before gripping his bag tightly and getting out of the car.

"You're welcome!" Demyx smiled at his student, waving as the slate-haired boy climbed out of the car and made his way to his house. He couldn't help but wonder why Zexion looked so... gloomy?... but he figured he's already been in the kid's face enough for one day.

Zexion sighed once he was inside his house. "Mom... I'm home." he called and was greeted by silence. 'Must be with him again...' he thought. He really didn't like his mom's new boyfriend. But she was happy, so he wouldn't say anything. He trudged up the stairs to his room. He set his bag down by his bed and dug through an open box for a book to read til he was tired enough to go to sleep.

Demyx drove off, leaning backward slightly and steering with his knees, and thinking about Zexion and the little suburban house on that little suburban road. The look as he climbed out of the car bugged the music teacher; shouldn't the kid be happy to go home after a long day of school? Demyx knew he was.
As the blonde pulled into the driveway of his apartment, he lost his train of thought completely- there was someone waiting at the front door for him. Getting out of the car, shutting the door and locking it behind him, he made his way up to the building where a redhead was standing on the front steps, clad in wifebeater and jeans with a dark grey sweatshirt tied around his waist. "Hey there, blondie. Forget I was coming over today?" Demyx looked a little sheepish. "Maybe."
"Eh, it doesn't matter anyway. 'Gave me time to make you lunch."
Demyx, wrapping his arm around the other's waist, walked in with him, the music teacher's apartment smelling of slightly burnt toast and eggs and cheese. "Thanks, Axel." He leaned up to kiss the redhead, running his fingers through the brightly colored spikes that trailed down as far as his shoulders.
"You're such a great boyfriend."

(( Big ugly plot twist, anyone? ;D Just let me know if you want me to change it. ))

Zexion was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard the front door slam shut. He sat up quickly. He would have normally gone down to greet his mother and ask about her day, but before he could even stand up, loud, angry voices filled the air. Looks like her new boyfriend was here too. And he was not happy.
Zexion sighed and settled back on his bed. They'd be at this for awhile now. He found out it was better to stay out of the way whenever he came over. So he was surprised when only about 10 minutes later he heard the front door slam again. He stood up and went to look out the window and saw the man get into his truck, anger still very evident on his face. Zexion sighed again and went downstairs, only to find his mom had locked herself in her room. He really wished she'd just dump him and move on. He was a horrible person, but he knew she was in love with him for now. So he figured he'd just have to toughen up for now.
With yet another sigh, he turned to the kitchen to find something to eat.