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There was a loud knock on the hotel door, causing both occupents of the room to look up. Paris, a hair clip held in her mouth, blinked and quickly placed it atop her head, amongst the cascade of ringlets that tumbled down. Jacob glanced at the door, his protest falling dead on his lips.
"What me to get that Par?" He rose from his seat on the bed, poking his head into the bathroom to gaze at Paris. Having received a nod from the female, he grumbled and opened the door.
A smirking Jason Hardy stood there, leaning against the frame. "Is Paris ready?" He inquired, not noticing the emotionlessness of his cousin's face.
"Not yet." Jacob moved away from the door, returning to his place in front of the tv. Jason sauntered causually in, taking a seat near the door. Escape, Jacob thought, already seeing the other male's eyes moving nervously. I wonder what they have planned...
Rising again, Jacob slipped into the bathroom. "Paris, I dont want you to go.. Say you're not feeling well or somethin', just dont go." He whispered his plea, watching the female's face in the mirror.
At first, her face was impassive, then she slowly turned around, the blood having drained from her features. "I know.. Im starting to really not want to go..." Jacob slipped his arms around her, in an attempt at reassurence. "Dont go.. I can say you're not feeling well.. that you're sick with something..." Having a nod from the female, Jacob returned to the waiting Jason Hardy.
There was a loud knock on the hotel door, causing both occupents of the room to look up. Paris, a hair clip held in her mouth, blinked and quickly placed it atop her head, amongst the cascade of ringlets that tumbled down. Jacob glanced at the door, his protest falling dead on his lips.
"What me to get that Par?" He rose from his seat on the bed, poking his head into the bathroom to gaze at Paris. Having received a nod from the female, he grumbled and opened the door.
A smirking Jason Hardy stood there, leaning against the frame. "Is Paris ready?" He inquired, not noticing the emotionlessness of his cousin's face.
"Not yet." Jacob moved away from the door, returning to his place in front of the tv. Jason sauntered causually in, taking a seat near the door. Escape, Jacob thought, already seeing the other male's eyes moving nervously. I wonder what they have planned...
Rising again, Jacob slipped into the bathroom. "Paris, I dont want you to go.. Say you're not feeling well or somethin', just dont go." He whispered his plea, watching the female's face in the mirror.
At first, her face was impassive, then she slowly turned around, the blood having drained from her features. "I know.. Im starting to really not want to go..." Jacob slipped his arms around her, in an attempt at reassurence. "Dont go.. I can say you're not feeling well.. that you're sick with something..." Having a nod from the female, Jacob returned to the waiting Jason Hardy.