Kingdom Hearts-Original Stories, Oneshots, & Reader Inserts[Discontinued]

Music Pair[Demyx X FEM Reader]

A senior trip near the beach wasn't the most ideal place to end your senior year. At least not for you. It was repetitive, not fun or exciting, and the first place anyone would run to on their day off. Or was that just you again? Unlike the other seniors on the bus, you were homeschooled your last highschool year—your senior year—and had merely been invited back for the trip. It almost seemed like pity. Lucky you could go to the beach any day you wanted as long as your homework was done on time, and it always was.

You groaned as you tried to listen to your music through your earbuds, but the bus was incredibly loud enough with idiotic seniors screaming at the top of their lungs for the senior football game last night. Since you hadn't been there, you could care less.

"LET'S GO, SENIORS, LET'S GO!" They clapped rhythmically then repeated. "WOOO!"

More like: let's shut up seniors. Hoorah. You're louder than my music app, therefore you need to die...

But you wouldn't actually kill anybody.

Racing to tap on the app store before the yelling could drive you utterly insane, you searched for a volume enhancer app—if one even exsisted. You found one and without a second thought, you downloaded it and tested it out. It worked—drowning out the loud seniors—leaving you satisfied as well. Now you didn't have to listen to the petty crap you never had to deal with at home and was happy about it.

You watched out the bus window at the fuzzy image of your cozy beach town as it passed you by—where you grew up with sea salt and constant sunburns. Just as the image you viewed outside played by along with the beat of your music like a movie, you realized that life had passed by exactly like that—a blur. A really confusing blur. Were you really a senior? Yeah, yeah, you were. There was no reason to pinch yourself out of this dream, cause it was real.

Soon the bus reached its destination, and you could tell long before looking outside because every single person—excluding you—jumped to their feet and raced towards the front excitingly. Every male and female, all equally annoying. Each person had their gear hanging off their bodies—towels, goggles, sunscreen, and other important necessities to bring to the beach, but you had yours stuffed into your oversized beach bag (which also doubled as your old school bag from your Junior year). You weren't even dressed in your bathing suit yet and needed to find one of those changing booths, and hope to God there was some space for your towel afterward. Yeah, you didn't really go into this well-prepared, did you? You never did.

The beach felt nice and once you smelt sunblock, you didn't mind much that your class trip turned out to be the beach. It was an instant relief that always brought back fond memories. The sand found it's way into your flip-flops and burned the soles of your feet when they slipped out temporarily. Okay, you didn't miss that much. Plodding your way to one of the booths. A tall, wooden station where a mere red curtain blocked the world from seeing your nude body; ah, so inviting. The first one that became available, you took and entered. Changing into your bathing suit, you left and found a spot on the beach.

As best as you could, you found an area away from others and threw out your towel. Somewhere that was comfortable for yourself. You took an umbrella patterned with hearts, sticking out from your bag—impaling it through the sand securely; there was definitely no imaginary senior head right there.

Your little beach home was ready and you curled on your belly on the towel underneath.

"Time for some music." You took your phone once again and opened your music app, playing some soft instrumental music, allowing everything to melt down into the towel. For hours, you entirely allowed yourself to succumb into the gentle caressing of music, protected by the shade of your umbrella. It felt like someone was massaging your back with music notes.