Disclaimer: Not Scott.
Alexa heard a soft knock on her door. She opened her eyes, wondering who would be knocking at this ungodly hour. She kicked off the covers, and sat up. She walked towards the door, opening it to find Dylan shifting uncomfortably.
"Hello?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. "May I ask why you're at my door this late?"
Dylan bit his bottom lip. "I-I need you to come with me." He stared at the floor, looking… scared. Why would Dylan look that way? Alex shrugged to herself.
"All right. Though I honestly don't know why it can't wait until morning."
She followed Dylan down a hallway she had never seen before. It was getting narrower and narrower, and soon, Dylan had to crouch to be able to walk through. Alexa was glad she was shorter, for now, it was almost brushing her head, and she didn't fancy crouching right now.
"So, Alek…" Dylan said quietly, still walking.
"Yes?" Alex asked, feeling pained at the use of her fake name. If only she could tell Dylan, but that would ruin everything. You see, Dylan was common. And Alexa loved him. Normally, that wouldn't be such a problem, but, you see, Alexa was the daughter of the dead archduke. As Dylan would see, it complicated things a wee bit.
"Erm, I know this may sound strange, but… I've noticed how you sometimes, erm, look at me. Um, I was just wondering… What in blazes are you thinking when you get that barking strange look on your face?" Dylan stopped mid-stride, turning to face Alexa. "It's nothing personal, but it looks like you're day-dreaming. Which may give the crew some… ideas."
Alexa nodded her head, wondering what to tell him. What if… No! She couldn't! She clenched her hands, feeling a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She had to lie. It would hurt, but as long as Dylan never found out, it would only hurt her.
She forced a smile on her face. "I don't think I really notice where I look, when I day-dream, I mean. I'll keep that in mind next time… Thanks for telling me, Dylan." She forced a chuckle, but it sounded fake, even to her.
Dylan sighed, and rested his head against the wall. The hallway suddenly felt VERY cramped. "Alek… why do I have the strangest feeling you're not telling me something? I mean, we've known each other for months, and still, I feel as though… you can't trust me." When he said this, he looked straight at her, and Alexa felt a gnawing anxiety clawing in the pit of her stomach.
"Well… I guess that… I mean… Um… Oh, what do you want me to say?" She asked. "You're smart, figure it out yourself!" She snapped, and stormed off, cheeks heating up.
She felt Dylan watching her back as she stormed off. She didn't look back.
Yes! It's a new story! I've seen stories like this (With Deryn and Alek switching genders) and decided… hey, why don't I give it a try? So the idea isn't mine (Thoiugh I don't know who's it is) but I'm pretty sure my plot is original… So please review and tell me how I did! Will continue in near future…