"My dove? My ray of sunlight!" Cleon called as he puffed up beside Kel.

Kel rolled her eyes. Clown Curls – AGAIN! Sometimes he just didn't take hints very well. Actually, he never took them well. She whirled around quickly, hands on hips. "Cleon, leave me alone," she spat.

His face creased up in concern. "Dawn of my life, what's wrong?"

Kel took in a deep breath. "Right, Cleon, I'm just going to say it. You have red hair."

He pulled his curls self-consciously. "So what?"

"You haven't told me about any other girls that you like, save me. And it took you three years to like me."

"But I love you," he whispered.

"And you never, never die! Not when I was on probation, not when I was a page, not when I was a squire, and not even while I'm a knight! What are you, immortal?"

Cleon folded his arms across his taunt torso. "I don't think those reasons are good enough," he said carefully.

Kel's brows crossed. "You want more?"

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I changed this from the list thing, which I always meant to do. I'll add the other chapters later. I do realise it's OOC – that would be the point. Good, bad? Do I care?