The two enjoyed a late lunch, talking of their day- Demyx as a music teacher, and Axel as the cashier of a small, out-of-the-way music store not far from the apartment- and their friends and anything else that happened to come to mind. The conversation was simple, and nothing important came up.
The night continued as it usualy did when Axel came over- a few movies, an episode of Glee, and then at about ten they retired for the night, Axel curling up with his arms around Demyx in the music teacher's roomy bed.
"Good night, Axel. Love you."
"Night Dem. Love you, too."

(( I'm sorry you waited so long for such an awful reply! :gonk: ))

~Skip~

Weeks went by and Zexion remained as quiet as always. A few students had attempted to be friends with him, but backed off after only a few minutes of talking. It didn't really bother him though. He was fine with being alone.

He spent a lot of time in the library, reading one of the many books in there. He turned in all his papers on time and got top grades. It didn't take him long to raise to the top of his class and that was exactly where he planned on staying.

((I hope that's good enough. And sorry for the long wait. I was distracted by school-work.))

(( It's perfectly fine, don't worry! And I love your avatar, by the way. ;D
Is the climate okay? I don't know if you live in an area with seasons like this. ^^;; ))

The weather had begun to get steadily colder as a few weeks passed, leaving Demyx in a thick sweatshirt and scarf even inside the building, wondering why they didn't turn the heat on in the school until November.
On one of the chillier days- a Wednsday- Demyx found himself in the teacher's lounge during his lunch break, tuning his guitar, when he happened to spot some of the E.L.A. teacher's papers resting on the table, topped with what looked like a quiz reading "Zexion Schemer" at the top. He wasn't ever supposed to look at another teacher's papers, but... Ahh, the temptation was too great to resist. He leaned over and peeked at the score. An A+. He then looked at the questions, and even the first five he had to stop and think about for a minute. Wow... He smiled a little. "Nice job, Zexion."
An few hours later, he was back in his classroom waiting for the next class to arrive. He checked his class list- and who should he find under that lesson but Zexion.

((^^ Thanks. It's a good thing I like the color purple~
Right now.. The climate is cold. Very, very cold for November. I'm already wearing my coat to school because it's freezing in the mornings. And it's only going to get worse. ><))

Zexion hated cold weather. He hated it with a passion. This is exactly why he chooses to spend most of his time indoors, where he could stay comfortable while he studied. He frowned lightly when he realized the school building was almost as cold as the outside and he trudged to class slowly. If he had his way, he probably would have just stayed home today. But that would mean falling behind on his classes and that would be unacceptable.
The classes went by slowly and some of the students decided it would be a good day to take a nap. Zexion, on the other hand, was probably one of the few students who were actually paying attention to what the teachers were saying. That was why he was their favorite student and he took pride in that.
Zexion gathered his things as he went to his last class of the day. Music with Demyx. Surely all the girls in the class would be too busy day-dreaming over him like they always do. He just hoped they wouldn't cause a disruption during the lesson. He slipped into the classroom and took a seat in the back. He pulled a book from his bag to read until the bell rang. Then he was going to be completely focused on what the teacher had to say.

(( I meant I was wondering if you were okay with the climate being Notheresternly in the roleplay- but yeah, here too. = 3=;; I love hot weather. I love snow. I HATE THE COLD IN-BETWEEN. ))

"Afternoon, class." Demyx greeted them as they made their way in, watching Zexion take his usual spot in the back. The class greeted him back, teenage girls sighing dreamily. "Pretty cold, huh?" He laughed, rubbing his arms. "Anyway, pick up your guitars and take a seat." He said as the bell rang, for the last class of the day.
((/fail))

((Snow's alright for me. Just as long as it doesn't get in my shoes. ^^ And summer heat is good, just as long as I'm not standing in the sun. I have sensitive skin... Like a vampire~ Except I don't die in the sunlight.))

The girls in the class giggled lightly. They, of course, were seated in the very front, wanting to be the closest to Demyx. The guys prefered sitting near the back. Not because they didn't care either way, but because there were no other open seats. They all stood and headed to the guitar case to get their assigned one and resumed their seats.
"What're we going to learn today?" one girl asked, flipping hair over her shoulder.
Zexion resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the obvious flirting she was doing.

(( And you don't sparkle, I hope. xD ))

Demyx turned to one of the girls in the front row. "Glad you asked- we're going to start sight-reading sheet music; I want to see what you guys already know." Most of the kids that he'd taught in previous years already played an instrument; a flute, or a trumpet, or the piano, so most of them could read already. But then there were the odd few that were learning guitar as their first instrument, and teaching them was always difficult- but enjoyable, nonetheless. There was nothing like seeing the look on a student's face when they accomplished something difficult..
He grabbed a stack of papers off his desk- a pile of three-of-four-sheet packets with several different musical peices staples together. He handed five or six packets to each person on the far left of each row, instructing them to pass the music along the line. As he made his way back to the front of the room, he grabbed his guitar and slung the strap over his neck. "Everybody, take your music, once you've all got a copy, and take a look at the first peice." He said. He allowed them a moment to look it over, maybe hum it in their heads, before continuing. "It's alright if you're not comfortable with it; I'm not going to force you- but I'd like a few voulenteers to stand up and sing me the first few measures." He would have had them play, but since most of them were still a little awkward with the guitars, singing would probably be easier for everyone.

(( Finally- a nice-sized post! 8D ))

((XP No. Thankfully I don't~ I would be really freaked out if I did.))

The students passed the packets down along their rows, some of the students smiling lightly as they got their sheet. It was true that most of the class already knew what they were doing, so this should really be a piece of cake. Zexion on the other hand, looked at his packet with a look of completely confusion on his face. He wiped it off quickly though before anyone got the chance to notice.
Some of the girls in the front of the room jumped up quickly, eager for the chance to impress Demyx. "We'll do it~" one said, smiling lightly at him.

"Well, go ahead~" Demyx smiled, taking a step toward the far front of the room and beckoning the girls to stand in front of him and sing.
The girls sang the first few measures of "Imagine" acoustic, staring down at their papers in either intense concentration or relaxed confidence- either way, they sounded pretty okay. Okay enough, at least, that the sound made Demyx want to sing along- so he stood there, leaning against a wall and quietley humming the tune to himself.
The girls finished, heading back to their seats and Demyx took their place at the front. "Does anyone recognize that song?" He asked.

((As would I. xD))

The class grew silent at the question. They glanced amongst themselves before one girl raised her hand slowly. "I'm going to take a guess... Imagine?" she said, not very certain. Despite the fact that most of the class listens to a lot of music, noone seemed confident enough to actually answer the question.
[[Sorry it's so short. My mind's blanking for some reason on what else to put.]]

(( Apfft; no problem at all! It's a perfect size~ Mine, however... D8))

"Nice!" Demyx congratulated the girl. "Didn't think anyone would recognize it; it's older than me." He laughed, tugging a bit at his scarf. "Now, let's try it with the guitars- half time." He took a seat in front of the class, picking up his guitar and pick.

((Yours is fine.))
The girl smiled lightly and silently thanked her dad for listening to such old music. She was so glad that Demyx was happy that she knew the answer.
The class nodded as they picked up their guitars as well, ready to follow the teacher's instructions.

(( Hi! Again. D8 ))

Demyx pulled the shoulderstrap over his neck, settling the guitar on his lap and pressing his fingers to the strings. "Try to follow." He instructed, begining to brush his pick across the strings, whispering the lyrics as he played.

The class picked up their guitars and followed to the best of their ability with what the teacher was showing them. Of course, not all of them got it perfect. There were a few sour notes hit, but all in all, it went pretty good. The girls in the class were smiling lightly the entire time.

((Hi~ XP Don't feel bad about taking so long. I've been busy too.))