"Xion.." What a beautiful name. It was different. It suits her. "What are you doing up in that tree? Not to mention it's.." I looked at my wrist only to remember that my watch was laying on the ground near my shirt. "It's, well.. it's late."

She shied away her gaze, looking at the reflecting moon in the black lake as if she wanted the water to answer my question for her. "I.. I can't tell you right now." It seemed like it hurt her to admit that. I decided not to pry.

My house was very separated from any of the neighbors. It seemed strange, maybe even a little shady, that this girl would be anywhere near here, even if she WAS a neighbor.

All the same, I didn't think she came to cause any harm to anyone. I smiled, "Well, I'd be happy to help you if you needed somewhere to stay. There isn't any other building miles from here." She beamed, "That would be great, thank you so much!" What an adorable smile, I thought. Wait, what's happening? I asked myself mentally. I've never felt like this about anyone, let alone a stranger!

I've never been the "emotional" or "hopeless romantic" kind of guy. I've had girlfriends before, but only because that's what I thought guys my age were SUPPOSED to do. But I never had any real feelings, at least nothing like what I felt that night. I just dated because I could. But what I felt then, it freaked me out a little. It was something I couldn't control, and it unnerved me...

"Hey, are you okay? You look worried." I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at her. She looked concerned for me. Like a mother, or maybe a nurse.

"Yeah, sorry. Let me just-" I snatched my shirt and tugged it on, walking towards her. I was soaked, along with all my clothes except for my shirt. How embarrassing. Fuck.

"My house is this way. Uh, do you need a ride in the morning? Maybe call your parents and tell them where you are?" She hid her hands in the long sleeves of her sweater.

"No, no. Thanks though. My parents aren't worried. They know I'll be back in a few days." Huh. Okay. Weird.

I took out my keys and unlocked the front door to my house. "It's not the coziest home, but it's home." I said, strolling in. I flopped down on the rickety couch and glanced at her. "What's mine is yours. You want a pop or something?"

It hit me. Jesus Christ. What the hell was I doing, letting a complete stranger in my house?! What the fuck, Roxas! Doesn't all this seem a bit strange to you?

"No, thank you.." She looked around the one room cabin, not seeming to know what to do. "Do you live alone?"

"Technically yes. I live here by myself." She shot me a confused glance. "This cabin is on the same property as my uncle's house, and we argue a lot. So we agreed that it'd probably be better for both of us if I just slept here. He said it'd be 'good for my character.' Some bullshit like that." She sauntered over towards me, in an awkwardly cute way. "Ahh, I see."

My instincts were telling me that something wasn't right with this girl showing up out of no where in the middle of the night. Duh, you idiot, I thought. Anyone would've raised a red flag by now. But I just pushed my instincts aside for the moment. I was tired, wet, and hungry. I stood up and walked over to my small kitchen. Time to make some food.

"It's super late, I know, but how about some dinner? I haven't eaten since earlier today when I was at the mall with my buddy Axel. You hungry? How about some ravioli from a can?" I joked. I was becoming surprisingly comfortable around this girl already. I liked it.

Giggling, she said, "That sounds wonderful. But if you don't mind me asking, what are the sleeping arrangements?" She looked around. "There aren't any beds."

Grabbing the can opener from a drawer, I walked over to the food cabinet and explained, "That couch you're sitting on can roll out into a bed. Fancy, right?" I chuckled. "That's the only bed here.. Wow, how stupid of me." I popped the can open and balanced the lid on my finger. "I can sleep on the floor. I wouldn't want to-"

"No, it's alright. I can't do that to you in your own house." She averted her gaze to her hands in her lap. "I really don't mind if we share a bed."

I turned away from her, towards the trashcan. I felt my cheeks get hot, and I couldn't help but laugh a little nervously. "Hahah.. alright then. If that's okay with you." I threw the ravioli lid away and composed myself. Dumping the ravioli in two bowls and throwing them in the microwave, I turned back towards her, hands still in her lap.

"I'm gonna grab some shorts and change outside real quick." I gulped as I walked past her to get the clothes out of my dresser. "Really though.." I looked into her eyes and took her hands from her lap. "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." And I walked out the door.

Her hands were soft and pale, like a doll's. They were also surprisingly warm. It was nice. I was also surprised I just went and grabbed her hands like that. For once, I felt 'smooth.' I laughed to myself. How stupid does that sound?

I peeled off my wet basketball shorts and pulled on some dry black cargo pants. I felt stupid for grabbing a pair of pants to change into when we were about to go to sleep after we ate. Ugh. Axel would slap the back of my head right now if he knew I did that. 'Idiot boy,' he'd say. He thinks he's so much smarter than me just because he's a year older. What an ass.

I entered my house again to the sound of the microwave timer going off. "Soup's on," I exclaimed. Xion was already at the counter, sitting on a wooden bar stool. I smiled and handed her one of the bowls.

Dinner had passed, and it was 2:09 AM. Time to sleep with a stranger. 'Idiot boy, idiot boy, idiot boy," resonated in my head. It WAS an idiot thing to do, but I was sixteen. I didn't really care.

"Thank you.. for all of this." I looked up. She continued, "It's really helping me out. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." She quickly kissed my cheek and walked to my bed.

And that's when I started to fall. Hard.