Sam's POV

"Sam," Pete called out. "Are you okay? You've been in there for two hours!"

"I'm fine," I replied. "If you're tired, you can go. I'll be okay by myself."

I heard the sound of footsteps, then it became softer and softer gradually. By the time I was sure Pete was gone, drops of water was found on the ground. The 'rain' got heavier and heavier, till I realized that the drops of water came from me. I was sobbing... again...

What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so... bad about it? Sam Puckett! Pull yourself together! It was that nub who betrayed you, you shouldn't feel bad about it at all!

"Sam," Pete cried out again. I thought he was gone. "I've brought you some fried chicken 'cause I thought you would be hungry since you haven't eaten for two hours."

I got out of the cubicle, washed my face and stepped out of the washroom. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't really feel like it right now. I think I've lost my appetite."

Oh my god, what was I saying? I love fried chicken! I've never lost appetite for it before and it was my favourite food... What has happened to me? Why do I feel all empty inside?

"I understand," Pete said. "I know how you're feeling right now. But you should have a bite first before you get ill."

I reluctantly took a bite out of it and water fell on my cheeks again.

Pete noticed it, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I replied, smiling. Apparently, it did not convince him as he kept his questioning. I touched my cheek and realized that there was a drop of water. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering if water came from above me. Then, I looked back down and continued with my business.

It's been a week since that incident. Everything changed. Although I still see that nub face every single day when he knocks on my door, but he only came for Carly. Never for me.

He didn't even bother to apologise or anything. All he said when he came was, "Hey."

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Er... I'm looking for Carlerella," he stated.

I shouted into the house, "Carly! His HIGHNESS is here to see you!" I emphasized on the 'highness' part to make sure that he gets the message.

Carly yelled back, "Coming!"

Then, I would slam the door in his face and return to my room, ignoring Melanie and her curiosity about the royal nub.

"His highness?" Melanie would ask. "The prince?"

"More like one of them," I replied, disgusted.

Melanie would rush out to the door to receive him, only to be greeted with an unfamiliar face. All this while she had thought that Gibby was the only prince. And she treated my expression as a joke. Typical Melanie.

Everyday it was the same. His highness the royal nub would come knocking on our door bringing flowers, chocolates and all sorts of gifts, only to tell me that he wants to see Carly. But one day...

"Hey," he greeted.

"Carly's gone to town," I stated. "She wouldn't be back until the sun sets."

He smiled. "I know, but I..."

"Great," I snapped. "You can come some other time. I'm outta here."

"Wait!" he called.

I rolled my eyes. "What? You don't trust me? She's in the kitchen doing chores. I didn't tie her up and throw her into the well or anything. You wanna come in and do a thorough check, lover-boy?"

"No," he said. "I don't mean it that way. I just..."

I grew angrier as he spoke. "What? You just wanted to say that I was not meant to be trusted? That I was some girl on the streets that you didn't trust your identity with? That I was just a girl that may come after you and assasinate you because you were the prince?"

"But I didn't..."

"I get it!" I yelled at him. I could take this no longer. "Just... leave."

"I don't want to," he frowned.

"Go!" I said as I slammed the door in his face. I leaned against the door and slid to the ground. The fight took me lots of courage and brought me lots of pain. I was just glad that it was over.

But I was proven wrong when there was a knock on the door again.

"What?" I yelled.

Before I knew it, I was caught in a deep embrace and my lips made contact with the nub's. I used to think that first kisses were unnecessary and dumb, but this proved everything wrong. I felt fireworks, sparks, butterflies... Like time had paused for this moment...

After what seemed like just a brief moment, we broke apart.

"I love you," he said, still holding on to my arms. "And I'm sorry for everything I've done. I didn't mean to..."

"I understand," I said as we stared deeply into each other's eyes. But then, I remembered, "What about Pete?"

Freddie looked at the skies and replied, "There's something important that I have to tell you."

A/N: Sorry, but I may not be able to update so soon as the examinations are coming up for me. However, I would continue writing these chapters when I have free time. Sorry... :(