The next morning, Mal woke up in a state of blissful tiredness.

She was having dreams all night.

Strange, yet wonderful dreams.

Mostly centering...

Harry.

Was she literally dreaming about a boy?

Now that is creepy.

The necklace was loose in her bed.

She took it and tied it around her neck.

She had forgotten to put it on her table, but fell into a strange dream sleep.

"Why do you have the stupid look on your face?"

Mal frowned at Evie who was hanging over her.

Mal rolled her eyes and layed back down.

Evie grabbed Mal's feet, and yanked her out of bed.

"Hey!" Mal cried.

"The boys are waiting for us." Evie said as she left the room.

Mornings were the worst for Mal.

Especially when she was in a mood.

A bad one, this time.

"There's our little Sleeping Beauty!" Jay said, giving Mal a playful nudge.

Mal only grumbled silently.

"That's a little ironic." Carlos added with a laugh.

"Because my mom's Maleficent? I get it." Mal groaned.

Evie shot the boys dirty looks.

"Let's go, M." Evie whispered to her.

Evie linked arms with Mal and guided her away from Jay and Carlos, who were completely confused.

Mal gave Evie a small smile of appreciation.

"I know someone who can make you feel better." Evie singsonged.

"Wait, do you mean-"

"Yep." Evie said. She flashed Mal a huge grin.

Mal was silent.

Her face turned red.

Oh crap!

Evie was playing another of her infamous games.

Evie swiped a scarf and wrapped it around Mal's eyes.

"Evie!" Mal scolded.

She reached for her face.

"Don't peek!" Evie snapped at her.

Evie linked arms with Mal again.

She was dragging her around.

Mal couldn't see of course, so she didn't know where she was.

Then Evie burst into a fit of giggles, and launched Mal away.

Mal didn't know what to do.

She whipped off the blindfold.

Her feet fell behind her.

In seemed like slow motion, as Mal tripped and landed on the rugged ground, face first.

Mal was shaking.

Evie ran over to her.

She was apologizing, but Mal's quickening heartbeat muffled Evie's words.

Mal had scuffed her knee.

Evie took Mal's hands.

When they were face-to-face, Evie gasped in horror.

"Mal! You're bleeding!"

Mal touched her forehead.

Her fingers were sticky with a red substance.

A sickly feeling pitted Mal's stomach.

Why did she feel that?

She had seen blood many times before.

Just not from herself.

She laughed.

"It's fine."

Maybe it was the shock, the confusion...

The love?

She wasn't ill.

Or was she?

Mal and Evie got home.

After she cleaned up, Mal decided to take a walk.

Alone.

Mal was passing Ursula's Fish & Chips.

"You're independent, princess."

Mal froze.

"Especially after you got hurt."

Mal closed her eyes, sighed, and turned to face him.

"Harry, my mother is Maleficent. A little cut won't kill me."

Was he worried about her?

"You're feisty tonight, Mal." Harry said.

"Battle scars, scuffs, bruises..." Mal drawled.

"Make you temperamental?"

"No!" Mal shouted, shoving him.

He laughed.

"What I'm saying, is that nothing can really get in my way." Mal blurted finally, scrunching up her face into a feigned smile.

Well that was random.

Mal exhaled deeply.

"That meant no sense, didn't it?" Mal asked.

"No, it means something."

Those words took Mal's breath away.

She had said something completely nonsensical and embarrassing, but he said it made sense!

There was a silence.

"Do you want to come in?" He asked her, gesturing toward the entrance.

"Sorry, not today."

And with that said, Mal ran home.

She felt awful for running away, but what else could she do?

Mal had a feeling that he was disappointed.

If this was a good day, she would have been happy at what she had done.

But it was bad day.

Hurting someone she cared for, who cared about her in return, felt, just...

Evil.

She needed to talk to Evie.