The Hotel Royal

Dusty---

Dusty couldn't hold the tears any longer. She swallowed hard trying to force them away. She couldn't though. She couldn't push the words out of her mouth either. "H-he, I-I...." She looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry." She tried to pull free, but she couldn't. "I'm really sorry. Please let me go before I make it worse."

Johnathon:

I pulled her chin up. "If you leave, you WILL make it worse. You will demolish my heart. I love you. Do you love me?" I kissed her softly, sweetly.

Dusty---

Dusty leaned into the kiss. "Yes, I swear I do." The tears kept coming. "W-when I found out he wasn't you, you nearly lost your brother." She said looking him in the eye. "He might have a black eye, I'm not sure." She sighed.

Johnathon:

I looked at her. "Wait...you mean you and he...did it last night?" I asked horrified.

She nodded. I was furious. "he's going to have more than a black eye when I get a hold of him!"

Dusty---

"I'm sorry, I should've known." She said sitting back on the bed and pulling her knees to her chest. "I won't blame you if you dont' talk to me."

Her mind fluttered to the night before, something had told her something was wrong, but for some reason she just couldn't figure out what. Now she knew what it was. Now she knew for a fact that that had probably been the worst night of her life. She thought about what Ryan had said after Jonathon left. She shivered, the brothers were totally different. That had shown the night before, that was what was wrong. Jonathon was sweet, gentle, kind, caring, while Ryan was demnading, rude, harsh, he didn't care how she felt as long as he got what he wanted where as Jonathon tired to make sure she was ok. More tears poured from her face at the thougth of what she was going to lose. She hadn't meant to do any of that, but she still couldn't blame him. After he left, she would call her dad. That way she owuld have someone's shoulder to cry on. Soemoen she couldn't ruin her relationship with.
*grr*

**My other one got boring so here**

Name: Alexandera Rover (Alex)

Age: 19

Occupation/title: Writer/Model/Singer

Appearance: blah

History: She writes love novels and also models for DannePhotographs. Came to get a break

Other: Up for love

my character isn't really connected.. I have to pull out sorry guys

*Um..Jamie? What happened to Ryan and Kendra? He like ran off and slept with some other girl..!*

(Someone bring my girl in puh-lease!)

Johnathon:

"Why would I do that when I love you?" I pulled her into my arms and kissed her gently. "That is...if you still want..."

***Luna, want me to make your girl a guy?***
Dusty---

Dusty relaxed in his embrace, she smiled a little up at him and nodded. She couldn't talk. She just held him.


*grrr*

**I guess **

Alex~

Alex yanked the bags out of the back of the cab, only to make her hat fall off. She growled and picked the hat up, sliding it back over her long black hair. She continued to yank and the handle, putting both feet on both sides, only to fall backwards once it came out. "Great!" She almost yelled as she landed in a puddle of old oil. She pulled the bag out and slammed the cab's trunk. "Stupid, friggin..." She hissed and walked up to the hotel doors. She checked in quickly and ran up the stairs, to embarrassed to take the elevator.

Name: Trent Black

Age: 21

Occupation/title: Son of a rich Lawyer, Model on the side.

Appearance: I like this picture

History: Wanted to get away from his families problems and took time off from modeling.

Other: Claims Alex. ":D


Trent---

Trent had always made it a habit to take the stairs, he ran into fewer girls that would stare at him, and he got exercise, not that he needed it. He turned a bend around one of the stairs and ran into a girl hauling what seemed to be her luggage up the stairs. He grabbed her around the waist before she fell down the stairs and set her on the flat part.

"Sorry," He said grabbing her suitcase that had fallen down some of the stairs. "I'll carry these to your room, if you'll let me. It's the least I can do for almost knocking you down the stairs."


*grrr*

**Sorry, I'm back. I had to go visit a few old people BLECK!**

Alex~

Alex blushed and smoothed out her shirt. What is Trent Black doing here? She thought taking her luggage back from him. "No, it's okay," Alex smiled, "I'll get them." She grabbed the handles on both of the bags and continued to haul them up the stairs. "They're...just...really...heavy." Alex breathed as she came to her floor. "Thanks again for savin' me." She smiled, opening the door and hauling the bags down towards her room.

Alex noticed the guy going to the room next to her. "You're on this floor too?" She smiled one of her model smiled and kicked the bags into her room, shutting the door back.

Trent-


Trent looked down at his room assignment, "Yup, this is the floor." He smiled, "This sounds corny, but do I know you from some place, you look really familiar." He ran a hand through, well more like over, his hair and held his door open with his foot. She looked like a model, no doubt about that, but which one?


*(Grrrr*