got it memorized?: chapter 3 scene
So for anyone who actually reads my author notes in my fanfic and for my flist in general, I present a sneak peek of a scene from the next chapter of Got it Memorized? It's a flashback in Roxas's POV for the sole purpose of dramatic irony. That is, it's Roxas telling us, but Roxas right now in the story doesn't' remember this. Nice, huh?
“I think I have a tie fetish.”
Demyx snorted and nearly chocked on his drink laughing. Figures. I know the guy for all of two hours and he probably wasn’t expecting that to be the answer to “Why are you staring at my manager?”
“That’s weird. But adorable. Axel, why didn’t you tell me he was so adorable?”
I busied myself with my salad. Oh, this was going to be good.
“Didn’t I?” Axel answered smoothly. “Or was I too busy ranting about how he weaseled five hundred munny out of me?” I chanced a look up. He was smirking. Boldly, I mirrored it. Apparently Demyx had to endure a whole week of Axel talking about me, and then Demyx was so saturated with skateboard talk that he accepted an invitation to the Regional Vert Championship out of general curiosity. What neither of them knew was that I would actually be competing - my first gig for Organization XIII - and ultimately winning. On the board Axel bought me.
“Oh, this is great,” Demyx said, after introducing himself. “You’ve got to join us and Yuna for dinner.” I had no idea how to turn that down. Thankfully, Axel wasn’t making a huge deal out of being practically conned into buying me a new board when I could have got one free. He nearly ran me over. I figured he owed me.
“You’re pretty young to be pro, aren’t you?” is what he asked instead.
“I’ll be 20 this year!” I retorted, secretly glad when he leaned back with a smug grin on his face. Apparently my little irritated outbursts amused him.
Demyx looked from one to the other of us and smiled his own smile.
“Hey, Roxas, you should come to my concert next week,” he said. “I’ll have Axel come pick you up, and afterward, you can come to Space Paranoids with us.” Again, I had no idea how to turn that down.
“Hey,” Demyx whispered later, tugging on my arm as I climbed out of his limo, “I think Axel’s got a feisty blond fetish.” He punctuated it with a wink and I nearly tripped over the sidewalk. I felt like flipping him off, but we’d just met. And anyway, I was getting into his concert and the best arcade bar in town on his invite.
I flipped him off anyway.
Demyx laughed.
I was pretty sure he was going to be my best friend.
“I think I have a tie fetish.”
Demyx snorted and nearly chocked on his drink laughing. Figures. I know the guy for all of two hours and he probably wasn’t expecting that to be the answer to “Why are you staring at my manager?”
“That’s weird. But adorable. Axel, why didn’t you tell me he was so adorable?”
I busied myself with my salad. Oh, this was going to be good.
“Didn’t I?” Axel answered smoothly. “Or was I too busy ranting about how he weaseled five hundred munny out of me?” I chanced a look up. He was smirking. Boldly, I mirrored it. Apparently Demyx had to endure a whole week of Axel talking about me, and then Demyx was so saturated with skateboard talk that he accepted an invitation to the Regional Vert Championship out of general curiosity. What neither of them knew was that I would actually be competing - my first gig for Organization XIII - and ultimately winning. On the board Axel bought me.
“Oh, this is great,” Demyx said, after introducing himself. “You’ve got to join us and Yuna for dinner.” I had no idea how to turn that down. Thankfully, Axel wasn’t making a huge deal out of being practically conned into buying me a new board when I could have got one free. He nearly ran me over. I figured he owed me.
“You’re pretty young to be pro, aren’t you?” is what he asked instead.
“I’ll be 20 this year!” I retorted, secretly glad when he leaned back with a smug grin on his face. Apparently my little irritated outbursts amused him.
Demyx looked from one to the other of us and smiled his own smile.
“Hey, Roxas, you should come to my concert next week,” he said. “I’ll have Axel come pick you up, and afterward, you can come to Space Paranoids with us.” Again, I had no idea how to turn that down.
“Hey,” Demyx whispered later, tugging on my arm as I climbed out of his limo, “I think Axel’s got a feisty blond fetish.” He punctuated it with a wink and I nearly tripped over the sidewalk. I felt like flipping him off, but we’d just met. And anyway, I was getting into his concert and the best arcade bar in town on his invite.
I flipped him off anyway.
Demyx laughed.
I was pretty sure he was going to be my best friend.