The Escape

"fallow me..." said Roxas grabbing xion's hand adn leading her to the hotel.

 

Xion followed, trustingly. The screaming had finally stopped...but for how long? She didn't want to seem insane...

 

they made it to the hotel in no time Roxas looked at Xion and smiled.

 

Xion smiled back, wobbling a little. It seemed like forever ago they had sat in the room...she winced at the word. Flirting.

 

Roxas coughed agian, "i'm going to the room." Roxas walked into the hotel.

 

Xathabat was walkeding down the hotel hall in her uniform she reall didnt like the short uniform because her legs were showing and she could feel a breeze that wasnt at all comfy she was trying her best to rember the room members.

 

Xion nodded. Should she follow? should she stay......

 

Roxas got to the hotel room adn layed on the bed. Flirting...flirting...why did demyx think we ere flirting? thought Roxas.

 

Xathabat went to the elevatoir but she had to wait she noted it the elevatoir takes a while but it came eventlly and she walked into it and pressed to level 3 but the elevatior botton for down to level 1 was press so it headed down towards the first floor.

 

Xion sat in a chair, staring into the fire. She didn't know what to do....did she like him? Or could she not like him? Was there actual feelings?

 

Roxas sighed, coughed and then yawned. he endded up falling asleep. he hope no one would bother him

 

Xion sighed, then slowly started walking up the stairs, touching her split lip.

 

Roxas rolled around on the bed tryig to relax.

 

Xion reached the room. Opening the door quietly, she saw Roxas on the bed, and quietly closed it, heading for the bathroom.

 

Roxas slept not noticeing Xion come into the hotel room.

 

Xion smiled slightly, going into the bathroom and closing the door with a soft click. Then she sat in the bathtub, her head hidden in her arms.

 

Roxas woke u pslightly and looked around an dfell back to sleep.

 

Xion cried for a bit, then got up, washing her face free of makeup. Stupid hormones.

 

Roxas slept peacefuly, then for somereason Xion was in one of his dreams.

 

Xion brushed her hair, counting the strokes. Her hair was getting longer, maybe she should cut it. She changed into another pair of clothes, a pair of pajamas. It was a pair of shorts and a short tank top. Both were a baby purple, making her hair look darker. She smiled slightly, then tied her hair back in a pony tail.