Dear Diary,

Now that I think about it, I always thought he’d make an interesting friend, that Demyx kid.  I mean, who ever heard of someone that’s so obsessed with music that his guitar – or, rather, sitar – was his weapon?  Seriously.  Get a clue, Dem. (just kidding!) Anyway, I think this all began when he introduced me to this “Axel.”  

Axel.

Sort of rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?  Not that I’m saying it’s a cool name or anything, but I suppose I’ve just gotten used to saying it.  Because we do almost everything together now, all thanks to Demyx.  

… Don’t tell him, but I’ve been having dreams about him.  About Axel.  I don’t know, there’s just something about that red hair and green eyes of his…