8. Enchantment
"So, Naminé, what are you doing out here?" Roxas asked.
"Sleeping."
"Sleeping? Here? Have you lost it?" Axel asked.
"There's nowhere else to stay." I replied.
Roxas and Axel looked at each other; some kind of silent conversation took place, then Roxas turned to me. "Well then," he said, "you should come live with us."
"Roxas, are you sure you want a girl living with us?" Axel said. It was obvious he had lost the silent argument.
I glared at the redhead. "What was that, Mr. Sexist?"
Axel's face flushed and Roxas burst into laughter once more. "Axel, I think you lost the argument. Again." He said.
The redhead turned to the blond. "Aw, shut up, Roxas." He hissed.
Roxas just took my hand. "We're in agreement." He said, ignoring Axel's protests. "Naminé's coming with us." And we left, me in a daze of enchantment, because he held my hand.
