"Whoa, whoa, aaaahhhhhh." "Got ya." "Holy, holy, I don't even know what to say. I mean umm thanks." "Well anytime you feel like falling just let me know." Myla's cheeks turned the color of her dress. A few seconds later so did Andrew's. After a minute or two of taking turns lighting up like Christmas lights Abigail strolled in. Andrew still held the clumsy, quirky girl in his arms. "Oops, guess I should put you down now." "Huh, oh, yeah. Thanks again for you know um catching m-me." "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt anything," a curious Abigail said as she exchanged winks with Myla. "Oh, no n-nothing at all," exclaimed Myla in a weak stutter. "It's g-getting late, w-we should p-probably g-go home." "Oh, yeah I guess it is. Time flies when your having fun." "Okay, well you two be careful on your way back."
"Wow talk about a day. Hiking deadly trails, searching for hidden objects, and saving falling damsels." "In a-all fairness I wasn't a damsel, you were just in the right place at the right time." "Aw, come on can't a prince, I mean guy have a little fun. After all I did save your life." "Stop," said Myla in a serious tone. "I didn't mean to offend you, or anyth-" Myla cut him off. "No shhh…" All the sudden… a cute little bunny jumped out of a dark green bush. "Well I guess we're even now cause you just saved my life from a terrifying, horrible, cute, little bunny." Andrew laughed, he was trying not to be rude, but he couldn't help himself. GRRRR…. "What was t-that," whispered a frightened prince. "Run" screamed Myla. One thing Myla was sure of was that the thing that made that noise was definitely not a bunny. "Wolves!" Myla and Andrew ran as fast as their legs could carry them. "DUCK!" "What," Andrew questioned. "Whoa, that was close." Finally after a few minutes of Andrew trying to catch up to Myla they lost the wolves. "W-whew w-what a work out." "What about now? I'd say we're even." "I, whew, guess so." "What? Not many runs like that where you come from? Speaking of which, where are you and your uncle from?" For some reason Myla's stuttering stopped. Not that it was a bad thing, Myla was actually quite grateful that it stopped. It wasn't just his gorgeous face that bewitched Myla it was him. For some reason he made her feel warm and safe, like she would never be sad or lonely again. "Oh, uh, my uncle and I come from the forest. We used to set up camp there, but then he was um, offered a position in the King's court," said Andrew sounding a little unsure of himself. There was something, something about this strange peasant girl that made Andrew feel like he was floating on a cloud. She was beautiful with her sapphire-blue eyes, and her beautiful black hair, but that wasn't all it was something special, something he had never felt before. "Oh, hey, hello? The cottage. We're here."
"Papa," said a tired Myla. "Myla, I was starting to think you weren't going to come back," exclaimed Myla's father. "Fredric, boy am I glad to see you." "Andy, are you okay, you two look worn to the bone," inquired a concerned Fredric. "I'm fine, but you shouldn't be concerned about me, you should be concerned about Myla." Myla had fallen soundly asleep right on the floor. She looked so peaceful sitting up next to the walls asleep, Adrien thought. "Oh, I guess I'll go put her in her bed," said a tired man. "Let me, I can carry her up the stairs." "Really you don't have to…" Andrew swiftly picked up the sleeping girl that looked like an angel to him and slowly walked up the stairs." "Hmmm… Your hair smells like peaches," moaned Myla as she snuggled up to the secretive prince. Andrew had to try so hard not to laugh at the girl he held in his arms. Hmm.. I wonder. Well there aren't any other beds, he thought. Andrew decided to snuggle up to the tired girl and before he knew it he was asleep. He dreamt that he and Fredric were riding along cheerfully then they were robbed by some carriage thieves. Then, then he saw a beautiful girl who was clothed in rags, but that didn't matter, she was still beautiful. Next they went to a mansion and then on the way home they encountered wolves.
"Ahhh," sighed Myla. Wait she thought! What was the strange boy, Andy doing in her bed? Myla was freaking out. Realizing what must have happened Myla calmed down. She remembered falling asleep downstairs. He must have carried her up here and fallen asleep. Wait what if her father sees him in her bed. What would he think? Oh no. I have to get him out of here. "Hey, Andy, Andy. Wake up." "Uhh… Oh, hello." "Andy what are you doing up here. In my room?" "Oh, oops I guess I must have fallen asleep. " Well what am I going to tell papa?" "Oh, uh, right, just tell him that I was tired so I fell asleep on the floor." "Well, huh, I guess that might actually work. You're good at the lying thing." "What- hey!" "I'm just kidding." "Okay, I'll go out first and then you." "Gosh Myla you've got this all planned out." After a few minutes they were both downstairs. "Morning papa," Myla stated almost as if she was questioning her self. "Moring princess. Are you excited about the ball tonight?" "Yes papa and maybe I'll have someone to talk to besides Abigail."
It was time, time to get ready for the ball. Andy was in her father's room getting ready. Myla took one last glance at her beautiful creation. It was red with black lace around it. It was about ankle length. Finally Myla was ready. She wondered if everyone else was ready. She decided she would go downstairs and check on everyone. "Hello, prin…..cess." Her hair was in two pigtails in the back that were tied with red ribbon. She was wearing black pantie hoes and red shoes with black trim. He was wearing a green shirt, black vest, black suit, and a green bow tie. Both of the teens blushed. "Did you make that?" "Y-yes" "You look AMAZING!" Andy exclaimed. "Th-thanks, you don't look so bad yourself," said Myla shyly. He had a red rose in his hand. Was it for her? "Oh, this is for you," Andy said as he bowed down. To thank Andy for the gift Myla replied with a curtsy. "Well you two kids better go if you want to make it on time, Oh, and take care of my princess," stated Myla's father firmly.
