Chambers

Chapter Five

I slowly crept out of bed and began towards Xavier's room. I tiptoed, cautious of my steps, as I didn't want to wake anyone. I then turned the handle on the door to his room ever so slightly, avoiding noise. I then vigilantly opened the door just enough so I could fit through. I was in.

Xavier's room was dark, other than a single desk lamp that provided light for only where he was sitting. I shut the door heedfully, as so he wouldn't hear me, but Xavier, unfortunately, has the ears of a hawk.

"What brings you here so late?" he asked as he turned to face me. He was wearing only a pair of boxers, which made me slightly uncomfortable. I avoided response.

"Well don't just stand there. Come, take a seat," he said gesturing towards what was more than likely his bed, which made me even more nervous.

"I'm not going to do anything to you, I don't bite," he said teasingly, seeing that I was tense. I then strolled over and took a seat on the end of his bed.

"So... I assume you know now," he said as he his complete attention to me. "Well... you at least think you know."

"I'm pretty sure," I answered.

"Well tell me, darling."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright. So what do you presume is going on here?"

"They are working us in an underground colony, like ants."

"Good."

"How is this good?"

"No, it's good that you know."

"So, you're saying that I'm right?"

"You sure are Princess."

"I told you not to call me that."

"You said not to call you sweetheart or darling," he said in a Smart Alec tone.

"Touché," I answered, trying to sound clever.

"Now, what led you to discover this?"

"Mainly Tyrus' group's film."

"What?" Xavier said, almost yelling now.

"Tyrus' film. It's about people working like ants in an underground society."

"Oh no," he said as he turned back to his desk and put his head down.

"What? I thought that you wanted me to find out. So that we could-"

"No, no. It's not that... wait."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"You said that I wanted you to find out so we could what?" he said almost in a flirty tone.

"Oh... um..." I said trying to think of something to tell him. "It was just that so we could talk more."

"Do you like talking to me?" he asked as his head rose a little, yet he was still turned away from me.

"Do you like talking to me?" I asked him the same question he asked me, as I wanted to hear his answer first.

"I actually do."

"Really?" I asked surprisedly.

"Yeah. I feel like you might actually be able to understand me," he answered as he turned back to face me. He was then looking deeply into my eyes. I could tell that his response was genuine.