Roxanne Blakk (A Slugterra Fanfiction)

Run away!

I lay in my black and red style bedroom under my plaid red and black covers on my phone watching a slugball match between the Beast Forge shock and rollers and the deadweet miners.
I could watch it on my flat screen T.V but dad want's me to study dark water. Agh! I hate dark water and what dad is doing with it. Why does he do that to slugs?
Ara (aquabeek) rubs her head against my chin. Then lays down in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.
I yawn. "What time is it?" I scroll the top of my phone down to se its only 7 p.m.
I push pause on the slugball game and I put my phone under my pillow.
"Come on guys let's just ready for dinner. Dad wants us down in the dining hall at 7:30."
Taz and Dreamy (Tazzerling and Slyren) protest snuggling closer into my curves of my body.
"I don't want to go either but dad doesn't spend as much time with me anymore." I might be able to get him to lay off on the ghouling but at what price will I have to pay this time.
Remi (Slicksliver) squeaks in protest grabbing my turned off phone. Wanting me to turn back on the slugball game.
There is a quiet knock on my door.
"Roxy are you awake?" Twist asks from the other side.
"Yeah. Come in."
Twist looks at me with an adorable grin on his face.
"You look like you just got up." He shuts the door behind him and grabs my sliver hairbrush from my dresser by the door.
"So were you watching more slugball with Remi?" He raises his right eyebrow.
"Yeah I was." I sniffle a yawn.
"You should sleeping more or you'll look like your dad." He chuckles teasing like he always does.
"Your right. I'll try to sleep in more tonight after dinner."
"Speaking of dinner you need to start getting ready it's a ten minute walk."
"Oh floopers!" I get up from my warm cozy bed in my short black pajama shorts and red tank top.
I can feel Twists eyes on me but a don't mind.
"Like what you see?" I smirk.
"Well since you said something..."
He stands up backing me up in a corner.
"Twist what are you doing?" My heart beings to beat faster.
"Just close your eyes and you'll find out."
I close my eyes and his soft lips brush against mine in a slow kiss.
I feel my heart melt. I kiss him back just the same.
Just as the kiss started he pulls away.
"That went better than I thought." He blushes.
"What were you expecting Mister Twist?" I tease him.
"A knuckle sandwich."
"I guess I suprised you then." I walk past him grabbing my clothes off the edge of my bed.
I just we just kissed! I feel my cheeks warm up.
He wraps his arm around my waist and leans in close. His warm breath tickling my neck.
"I guess you did." He kisses my jawbone and let's go of me.
"Go get changed I'll be waiting out here."
"You better or I might get lost." I say jokingly.
I walk into my bathroom in a daze.
I get changed into black skinny jeans and a dark blue long sleeved shirt.
I walk out my bathroom in a daze to see Twist playing with Remi and the others.
Oh he's so cute playing with her.
I fold my bed sloppily and I throw my pajamas on my bed.
"Everyone stay here?" I tell my slugs
Remi pouts.
I turn in the slugball match we were watching on the flat T.V.
Remi cheers. She hops on my bed under my shorts leaving her head out.
"She sure loves slugball." Twist smiles starting to watch the game also. I almost forgot he likes the Beast Forge shock and rollers. His 17 birthday is coming up. I'm gonna get him a shock and rolls sports jersey. He might not be able to wear it often because dad makes his works always the uniforms.
"What's ya thinking about?"
"Your birthday next month."
"Hum that's all." He teases me.
"Maybe maybe not."
I grab my hair brush off my nightstand and start brushing my messy hair.
"Here I can brush it." Twist takes my hair brush out my hands. He gently brushes my long hair.
"So you want to come over and watch the game?" I ask.
"If Blakk doesn't want me to do another surprise mission." He states bitterly.
He despises my father just as much as I do.
"All done. It wasn't as bad as it looked."
"Thanks."
I grab my black ankle socks and my heeled black leather boots.