"Will you go out with me" asked a mischievous teen,Brady.
"No!" mikayla answered straight up, she continued sharpening the blade of a michettui.
"I don't see why not" he said placing his hand on her shoulder.
she rolled her eyes And dusted it off.
"can i just have one reason"
"fine, if its that precious to you. My dad won't let me" she said stabbing the knife into the table
"I meant one that wasnt obvious"
"you didn't specify, so sorry king Brady"
she began to walk to the she was fiercely pulled by the wrist. She turned pressing the knife blade to his neck, quickly releasing noticing it was Brady.
"gosh Brady just leave me alone, all you do is stalk me"
"I do not, I have way better things to do than follow you around"
"then proceed to your kingly matters"
Brady began to scan the room.
"what you doing" she asked as if she was talking to an eight year old.
"doing my kingly matters and making sure the castle is safe"
"you do realise I said your kingly matters not mine"
brady opened his mouth ready to speak. Closing it realising he nothing to say. He let out a quiet growl.
