Day 7: I said FRIENDS!
Walking to and fro in the throne room, I could barely think straight. I pondered whether or not it was a good idea to friend the green-eyed boy. Did I want to know more about him? Did I want to get closer to him? Or do I like him? Well, I mean, whenever he got closer to me, my heart would stop pounding in my chest. With the smirk that played on his lips…Maybe I can just—NO MIKAYLA, JUST NO!

That doesn't sound right! But, at the same time, I felt like running my hands through his hair—OH SOMEONE STOP ME!

At one point, I felt as if befriending him was a brilliant idea. And at another time, I had no idea why I did what I did. Things won't go bad as long as he leaves me alone, right? RIGHT?! I'll just have the guards ban him from the castle. The only problem with that: the guards can't keep him out if they don't know what he looks like. And, if he got through the guards three times without them being the wiser, he can do it any time he liked! That and the guards aren't the best at what they do.

"Hello, Makoola."

Anger surged through me as I held back the temptation to punch him in the jaw. Slowly, I turned to face the voice which evidently belonged to Blake. My fists remained by my sides. The fear and worry disappeared from my facial features and was replaced by something I couldn't quite explain. Was it aggravation or rage? Or was it joy or grief? It was a conflicted emotion that is for sure. But, what exactly was I experiencing at that moment?

With his hands shoved deeply into his pants pockets, his smirk wider than ever, the boy standing in front of me looked amused. And I hated it.

"Aren't you going to fight back?" He walked up to me, the space between us closing quickly. "State that I shouldn't be messing with you because you're violent?"

A million comebacks formed in my head. But I did not say one. I, however, did manage to say one thing. "Do you not know the meaning of 'friends'?"

"Words can have more than one meaning and can be interpreted in many different ways. What's your definition of it?"

"Calling each other over the phone, and hanging out. NOT coming back to annoy the other person!"

He shrugged. "Then you and I are not alike in anyway." I figured that out since the beginning, wise guy.

"Why; what's your definition of the word?"

"I don't have a clue as to what that word really means. I never really had an actual friend." You are so secretive. And you wonder why no one will give you the time of day.

"That's quite obvious, isn't it?" Blake said. Just then, I realized that I had muttered my last thought out loud. "No one will give you the time of day because you're so talkative."

"I am not talkative!" I defended. "I tend to continue when given a chance to speak. For instance, I may have many things going in on my mind that I'd like to discuss with others. If I'm interested, I'll drag on the conversation even though the other person is quiet. I just don't like it when there's this silence hanging over the room, you know? It's not very exciting."

He raised an eyebrow: See?

"That means nothing!" I marched up the stairs, Blake more than obviously trailing after me. "Why can't you grasp the concept of 'friends'?!"

"'Friends' is such an odd word for me. Ever try-"

"Stalker?" I finished for him. "Because you sure are one."

I don't know how or when it happened, but when it did, I found myself tangled in sheets and on the floor. In the Kings' bedroom. Fantastic.

"Go back to sleep." A voice demanded. "I'm getting tired of having to chase all over the castle."

I didn't need to turn around to know that Blake was there. I sensed that he was leaning against the pool table, arms crossed against his chest. "Did I just-"

"Yes, you lost it again." he walked over to the door. Over his shoulder, he called "You should thank me. If it wasn't for me dropping in, you wouldn't be alive today."

What he meant, I had no clue. I didn't get to ask him because, just like that, he disappeared. Or he finally decided to walk out the door like civilized person.