Slipping
Part 2 of the Dear Diary XIII series
2: Roxas
Dear Diary,
Well I don’t even know if this counts as a diary, its a random piece of paper I found in Axel’s room. Or was it Demyx?
Slipping. A word that one person would use meaning falling. Like when used when your disguise is failing on you and you become discovered.
This happened to me today. When hanging out around Demyx. I probably should have paid more attention to my words.
Demyx had been playing his sitar as I watched TV. Well, I didn’t really watch TV more him than anything, playing that sitar of his. Did I mention that he named it? Sasha. That makes him even more amazing.
“Roxy what’cha watching?” He asked after he finished his song.
“You,” I had mumbled, dreaming and suddenly snapped out of it when I saw the look on his face. He was blushing like mad. Should have said the show but I didn’t even remember the channel let alone the show.
I wonder if he likes me. I wish I could tell him. Can I put him in a spot that my feelings can, ironically, slip out? Can I, I can, I have ability but will I?
More later,
Roxas
