I'm updating? What is this! ? After finishing what seemed like endless projects, speeches, and homework, I feel like writing. For once. I admit that I think I've lost interest in writing this fanfic. I'll finish this story... Maybe just longer than usual. For those of you who are still following this story, even a bit, thank you. I hate waiting for updates, too... I am the worst of all procrastinating hypocrites. Sobadsobadsobad...
Alice huffed into the looming clock tower, relieved to be out of the cold morning air, not to mention out of the Castle. She uttered a quick "I'm making coffee," as she passed the mortician, and immediately started filling a small, papery filter with already-ground coffee beans. The brunette slumped into a chair as the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. "Want some?" She called, ignoring her manners for once, due to fatigue. After a positive answer, she took out two cups.
Alice slowly shuffled into the clock maker's office, two steaming cups occupying her hands. Clumsily spilling a few drops of coffee onto his desk, she placed one of the porcelain cups roughly on top of his desk and sat across from him. The mortician raised a curious eyebrow at her. "What's gotten you into such a mood?"
She gave him a stark expression and bluntly replied, "Peter." Julius glanced at her, a questioning look still in his eyes, causing Alice to continue her rant. "He can be so exhausting! He... unfairly forced me to sleep with him, so I barely got any sleep all night! Jeez, he can be so persistant at times! It's like he never gets tired!"
She quickly downed half of her cup, failing to notice the mixed look of horror and disgust on Julius's face, along with a barely noticable tinge of pink covering his cheeks. "Alice, I would appreciated if you didn't explain so deeply into your night. Some things are better kept to yourself."
Alice faced the clockmaker with a bewildered aspect. "What are you talking about?" Alice was genuinely confused, finding nothing wrong with what she had said.
The blunette sighed, looking back down to the currently half-assembled clock in his hands. "Nothing... I just didn't think you would get so... intimate in a fake relationship."
Alice, even more confused, thought over what she had said that had sounded 'so intimate'. And then it hit her.
Her eyes widened with an equal look of revulsion, realizing how horrible that sounded. "No! Oh god, no, no, no! That's not what it sounded like at all, I swear!"
Julius just sighed, resuming his work on his clocks. He smirked, Such a stupid situation...
A gloved hand swiped through snowy white locks as Peter glanced down at his desk. Piles of filled out papers occupied it, finally completed, as well as the hand-written note the Queen had passed on from Alice. Usually it didn't take this long to finish such simple work. When he had Alice on his mind, though, things were different. The thought of sneaking out had passed through his mind frequently, but the messily scrawled note from Alice reminded him of his beloved's wish for him to work, which kept him going. As slow as 'going' counts.
The albino glimpsed at the small, round clock on the opposite wall, taking in the time. 10:30pm. All day, completely wasted on paperwork. Paperwork that useless King could have done. If only. If only the King had done it, Peter could have spent with Alice. Alice, his girlfriend. Just the thought of it still sent his stomach flipping and put his clockwork heart into a ticking frenzy. And when the other roleholders heard of the news it only made him happier, even giving him a feeling of triumph.
But today I couldn't be with her, he thought gloomily as he arose from his desk's chair and headed out of his office. Which means she probably spent the day with another.
Pushing away thoughts of jealousy, he readied himself for bed, trying to think of positive thoughts, such as seeing her tomorrow. Still, he couldn't get over missing out on a precious day of being with her. He paused. What was he thinking? It's not as if his days of being with her were numbered- they loved each other, so they would be together forever, right? Perhaps his countless worries of her saying she was returning to her own world in the past had turned into a habit, and old habits die hard, he told himself. There's nothing to worry about.
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"Hello there, Peter White."
The rabbit looked up to see the pale incubus floating gently amidst the green and purple cloads of the dream world, the all-too-knowing smile plastered on his colourless face. It all seemed rather irritating to him. "Nightmare."
Nightmare, who knew all about Peter's current -and rather sad- situation, decided to play on it for awhile, closely but carefully not giving it away, as Alice had requested. "How are you this fine evening?" He started, a glint of mischief clearly shown in his one visible eye, only bothering the Prime Minister further.
"I'm fine." Peter grumbled, "What's with the small talk?" The question only made Nightmare's grin grow larger.
"Oh, nothing," the incubus shrugged exaggeratedly. "Just wondering... how's the Alice situation going?"
The mention of Alice seemed to soften Peter's agitated mood drastically, and a wide smile spread across his face. "Wonderful! Alice and I are finally together, the way if should have been from the start!"
"That's odd, I had always thought Alice felt the opposite of love towards you."
"She said that she was shy, thus the reason that she lied."
"Really. Strange that I never read that in her mind before."
Peter's good mood once again fell, and he glared at the silver haired man above him. "What do you mean by that, pray tell?"
"Oh, nothing." Nightmare shrugged again, turning away. "So, tell me, how does she act toward you, now that you're a couple? Has she kissed you yet?"
The milky-haired man thought back to the past few days. He himself had kissed her plenty of times, but her? Around once, at the amusement park. "Yes... your point?"
"Did she do it of her own will, or was she somehow pressured into it?" Nightmare, having already read his mind, knew the answer. The answer that never came.
"...Where are you going with this?" Peter said, his voice low, no longer looking at Nightmare but at his own feet.
The incubus looked back the the rabbit, holding back a snicker. "I just find it strange that she would randomly come out with this, is all. But my opinion doesn't matter, now does it?"
Once again, Peter never answered, and Nightmare could tell without reading his mind that his spirits had lowered. Maybe I went a bit too far? He pondered, as the dreamworld slowly faded.
I forgot how to write. Seriously. I'll work on it. Sorry that this chapter sucks, but I have to update. It actually turned out better than expected. It's eating away at me. I WILL finish, and hopefully the boredom of Spring Break will tempt me to write more. Hopefully.
LOLOL Peter totally rhymed. Let's just say that was an accident... Once again, I'm very sorry for how slow this is coming.