Chappy 5! ^-^

Never thought I'd get this far! Shows what I know!


'1690 Dempster Street' I thought as I traveled down the sidewalk. I knew Luther Lane was around that area, it was up ahead. Sure enough, the sign was Dempster. Demyx's words rang through my head as I continued my semi-long journey. 'When you come over, the door should be unlocked. My room is upstairs on the left at the end of the hallway. Please knock too so I know you're gonna come in.' 1684, 1686, 1688, 1690. No, it couldn't be it! I thought. Glancing between the paper and the house, my jaw dropped. No one could possibly live here! It's trashed!

The front lawn looked as if it hadn't been cut in a month, most (if not all) of the windows were cracked or shattered, it was a complete wreck!

I walked on the concrete path up to the door. Well, where the path would have been if it weren't overgrown with weeds. Vines and branches had covered most of the brick house. The boards of the wooden porch were rotting and looked as if they could break right out from under me. I walked as lightly as I could and opened the screen door and stepped inside.

The inside was in better shape than the outside by a thousand miles. Right in front of me towered like a gigantic mountain. Upon reaching the top, I noticed three doors: one to the left of me at the end of the hallway, one to the right at the end, and one right in front of me. My head snapped to the left when I heard music playing.

"Who would've thought that Demyx likes Green Day?" I said to myself quietly, smiling. I walked towards the door. The song was almost over so I waited and then knocked.

"Come in!" Demyx's voiced called.

I cautiously pushed the door open. The blonde boy was sitting on his bed, an aqua blue electric guitar gently cradled in his arms. He smiled. "Hey, Zexion. Glad you made it."

"It was easy to find your room," I told him. "Jesus of Suburbia?"

"Oh, you heard that?"

"Yeah," I looked around. "CD, or Ipod?"

"Neither." He grinned. He nods his head towards the guitar.

"You were playing it? It sounded so perfect, flawless!"

"Yeah, it's what I do in my spare time."

"Know every song on the American Idiot album?" I asked. I was a HUGE Green Day fan and I owe some of it to Marluxia. He got me started on them.

"I only know a few from it and some off of 21st Century Breakdown."

"Know Boulevard of Broken Dreams?" That was my favorite song, along with 21 guns.

"Yeah," He put the electric guitar on its stand and gently picked up an acoustic guitar from the corner of his room. "Oh, go ahead and sit if you'd like."

"Thanks," I took a seat on the bed.

"And, if you don't mind," Demyx said as he positioned it. "I'd like to play it for you."

"Sure," I answered. "I'd like that."

I walk a lonely road
the only one that i have ever known
don't know were it goes
but it's home to me and i walk alone
I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
where the city sleeps
and i'm the only one and i walk alone
I walk alone, i walk alone
i walk alone an' i walk a

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
my shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
til then i walk alone

Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ahhh
ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind
on the border line of the edge
and where i walk alone
Read between the lines what's
fucked up and everything's all right
check my vital signs to know i'm still alive
and i walk alone

I walk alone, i walk alone
i walk alone an i walk a

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
my shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
til then i walk alone

Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ahhh
ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah

I walk alone an' i walk a
I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
where the city sleeps
and i'm the only one and i walk a

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
my shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
sometimes i wish someone out there will find me
til then i walk alone

Demyx smiled warily down at the instrument then looked back up at me. I could see his true loneliness in his eyes. It was only then that I realized that we understood each other. We needed each other. It wasn't luck that had brought us together…it was fate.

"I only know a couple others." Demyx said, still smiling. He then frowned. "My guitars are really all I have anymore…"

I hesitated at first, but then curiosity overtook me. "Why's that, Demyx?"

"I haven't seen my mom since I was a baby. I vaguely remember her. And, my dad is never home. The door was unlocked when you came in, correct?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah…why is that?"

"It's because, when he does come home, on occasion, he's usually too drunk, hung over, and/or high to know which key is for our house."

"How do you do it? Live alone like this?"

He shrugged. "I've figured it out. Take the bus to school, take the bus back home, do the homework that I can understand, take a really quick shower, put on some pajamas and go to bed."

"Every day?"

"Yeah, except weekends, I don't go to school obviously. I just stay here all day and do the one thing that I love: play the guitar."

"What about eating? You do eat, right?"

"I don't have any money. I can't drive. I can't have a job because I have to be in school. My dad doesn't have a job. I can't buy food or new clothes or anything. I've gotten used to it."

"That isn't fair!" I cried. "No one should be treated like this!" Then, my thoughts took over. "Come on, Demyx. Let's go to my house. You can stay with me."

"Really?" Demyx's eyes brighten up. Throwing his arms around me, he whispers quietly, "Thank you,"

I put my arms around him. Now, for some odd reason I always felt half complete, don't know why. But, for the first time, with a boy who was once a stranger now a good friend in my embrace, I finally felt whole.


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