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On my bed with Murtagh: Writing in the early morning- feeling quite happy and excited.

Good morning, journal! I've decided to create a small entry for the morning. I'm feeling like I'm going to have a goodday. So, I wake up in the morning to find myself snuggled against Murtagh who's still asleep. He's in the bathroom now, but earlier...I decided to have some fun with my little ink pen. I don't know if the ink is washable, but it was rather fun to draw over his face. You should of seen it! Too bad I can't draw it, since my drawings are quite terrible...so Murtagh says. I drew little hearts and some squiggly lines. It was fun! I made him a mustache! Though...he wasn't exactly very happy when he looked in the mirror. It went sort of like this...

Murtagh: "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO, ARWEN?"

Me: "Tee-hee! Isn't it nice? I made your face pretty!"

Murtagh: -vein popping from his forehead- "If this doesn't wash off...I'm going to kill you." -glares and walks back into the bathroom-

I suppose it did come off 'cause he hasn't killed me yet. Good thing. Oh! Here he is now!

"Sooo? Did it come off?"

Glare.

"Oooh! Pretty lines on your forehead! See! Told you I'm a good drawer!"

Death glare.

"Errr...I'm gonna go and take a..err...bath now."

I begin to get off before he's at the bed in a flash, taking my quill. He grabs a hold of my face and I struggle. He's writing something on my forehead and I can't stop him! Well, couldn't. He stepped back with a satisfied smile on his face. Rather evil smile, actually. I snatch the quill from him and kick him in the shin, painfully before running into the bathroom. Upon seeing myself, I let out a scream.

"MURTAGH! THIS IS...THAT'S..."

He's smirking at me with folded arms. I glare at him. He nods his head thoughtfully with that same smirk on his face. "Looks good with you, stupid. I mean, now everyone will know that you've done something stupid with the word written across your forehead." I glare at him before rubbing it.

"HOW DID YOU GET IT OFF?"

He laughs and looks at me with a cruel smile. "Your turn to find out yourself." and with that, he begins to walk off. No way in hell was I going to let it end like this. With a roar, I pounce on him, my legs wrapped around his waist while I wrap my arms around his neck. I yell at him. "TELL ME HOW TO GET IT OFFFFF!" He struggled, trying to get me off him. He's growling, "Get...off...me!" I only wrap myself closer to him. I decided to bite his neck, a bit of payback for me. He snarls angrily and throws himself on the bed, throwing me off his back. Red marks are on his neck, but he isn't bleeding.

"ARWEN!"

I glare at him and respond in the same tone, "MURTAGH!" He huffs and finally gives a sigh. Rubbing his neck, he mutters a small "Ow..." before looking at me with an accusing stare. I only shrug and tug at his arm. "How do I get it off?" He doesn't respond. So, I roll my eyes and give him a look.

"Look, I'm sorry. Forgive me? Murtaghhhh~ I'm sorrryyyy!" I whine as I hug his arm, my chin on his shoulder. He give me a look before saying, "Just rub it off with some of that soap in the bathroom. It should get it off." I stared at him before growling. "You couldn't of told me earlier?" He smirks at me before he responded casually. "Your fault for biting me." I plant a small kiss on his cheek before I got up and went to the bathroom to wash it off. When I did, I just came back to the bed and wrote this entry. So, as I'm writing...Murtagh is changing. He's back in the bathroom changing because he says that "it's too embarrassing to change in front of you" while I just tell him, "...embarrassing, how? I wouldn't care if you were naked and standing right int front of me. I've seen Eragon naked before and I just don't really care." He sort of stared at me for a moment before shutting the door in my face. I mean, what? It's not my fault that I don't care if men are undressed in front of me. Hell, I don't even think of Murtagh like...that. Ish.

Anyways. I'm changed now. So, I'm just gonna wait for Murtagh. Hmm...I think I'm gonna surprise him...wait a second. I'm gonna hide!

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So, I scared the crap out of him. Ha! He got angry though...which I suppose isn't weird. I hid against the wall and when he came out, I pounced on him, bringing him down to the ground. I was laughing while he was growling at me. I planted another one of my kisses on his cheek, but he swatted me away. He just gave me a look as he got up, not bothering to help me up.

"Arwen. You've got to stop doing that."

I looked up at him and sort of cocked my head. "What do you mean?"

He turns to look at me as he looks almost...annoyed. "I mean all of the hugging and kissing! I've got a girlfriend and she doesn't like it. Claire tells me that you've been rubbing things in her face." he folds his arms and looks at me. I'm already up and I make a mental note to do some bad things to that girl. I tell him, "So, I can't express my love to you?" He throws his hands up in the air as if I've tired him or something. I walk over and now cross my arms as I narrow my eyes at him.

"Look. Let me get this straight. You don't want me hugging, touching or even kissing you on the cheek anymore? Just because Claire tells you so? I do hope you remember, I haven't talked to the girl in a week."

He gives me a nod as I shrug and say. "Fine. I can live without giving you hugs. Or even kisses for that matter." I look away with fake disgust on my face. I think he thought it was real because he quickly said, "It's not like I..err...don't like it, but you know...it's Claire. C'mon, Arwen. You know what I mean." I give an eye roll before hesitating and moving away from him slightly. I then tell him with a smile on my face.

"Yup. I totally get what you mean. Though...does that mean that you won't take me down to the ball thing tonight?" He shakes his head as he gives me a small smile. "It's alright. I'll take you down there. Just don't...hug me. Alright?" I give a nod before walking pass him and taking my dual blades and look back from my shoulder. He's just standing there, as if waiting for something. I think he expected me to just hug him again. I snicker to myself.

"What are you waiting for? We're gonna be late for practice."

In our room again: it's after the ball now- funny enough, I'm feeling quite happy

Practice ended late, but it gave me enough time to get ready. As I said, I already made a dress during my spare time in my room. Alone. Well, it wasn't my room...it was more of a spare room that I found. Nobody was in it...so, I stayed there for a week. Why didn't I just stay in there, you may ask. Well, the King would know, first off, and second...all of my things were already in this room. Murtagh's room. And mine. Ugh, come to think of it...Claire has always been coming down to our room lately. It's annoying the hell out of me.

Back to my dress. It's dark blue with black lace that Murtagh bought for me. It's very...gown-ish. I mean, I think it's really pretty. A maid helped me fit it on for me and it's perfect for me. I've got elbow sleeves that have lace sewed on too, and I fitted some more fabric on the dress part to make it 'flow' more. I have my hair down, half up and the other half down. Part if it is in a braid while the other part is down with curls in it. As I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked absolutely brilliant. My neck looks long, for the first time and the cut for my dress doesn't make it look as...how do I say this...? Not as low as my last dress. You remember, right? The strapless one. That dress was gorgeous, but I like this one much better. I hear the door open to see Murtagh come out of the bathroom with a dark clean tunic on. He has formal dress pants, but he looks as if he's going off to war or something. The tunic looks nice, don't get me wrong. It's just that...he looks so UN- formal. He just sort of stares at me for a moment before I do a little twirl, my dress matching my movements. It swishes wonderfully and I think Murtagh is entranced or something. I snap my fingers at him.

"Hey! Up here. What cha think?"

He gives a gulp before looking away and saying, "It's pretty. You made it?" I nod and peer at him. He's turning a pink color and I smirk. "I look more than pretty. I'm gorgeous, aren't I?" I was about to go and reach up to pull his face towards me, but I stayed still. No touching, Arwen. I reminded myself as I let my hands fall back down a my side. I smiled and then say,

"Let's go down now. Better to be early than late, right?"

He gives a nod before offering his arm. I take it gingerly as we both walk out of the room in silence. We don't say a thing when we walk towards the ballroom. He's not even looking at me. He's just looking as cold as stone, his face turned emotionless. We enter and to my amazement, everything is bright and sparkling. It really is a ball. There are so many people! I never knew so many people existed in this castle. I detach myself from Murtagh. He looks at me, almost worried. I only smile at him.

"Not supposed to touch you, remember?"

He looks almost shocked as I smirk and walk off. Ha, take that Morzansson! I make my way towards the table with lots of food on it. Wow, Helen was right. There was lots of food that was being made and there was a lot of food on the table. I lick my lips and just as I was going to reach for a little cake, I hear a voice say,

"Woah. Is that Redfern?"

I look around to see a few tall men leer at me. They called me Redfern because my full name is Arwen Redfern. Actually, my middle name is Adrianna, but nobody needs to know that. The group of men are with Bradly who has about two women in each arm. I was sort of shocked at fist but I remained calm. Thank god. The men licked their lips and I shivered. Gross, right? I move away from them, but one of the catches my arm tightly.

"Wow, you look completely different! Human, almost." He's touching my arm and I struggle away from him. I see Bradly look at me for a moment before looking at one of the women by his side. I can't help but feel a pang of pain in my heart. I turn to see the man smiling at me with that gross look in his face. I elbow him as I snarl, "Don't touch me." He laughs with his croonies as they advance towards me. I can take them on, but it's going to get dirty. One man wraps an arm around my waist and draw me towards me, sniffing me.

"Mmm, she smells delicious. Let's get out of here, love. Just you and me."

I was at loss for words because I have never felt so disgusted in my life. I see the twins and they were going to make their way towards me before I see a dark haired man push the man who's holding me away.

"Ever heard of personal space, guys? I don't think she exactly wants to go anywhere with you." the man that saved me has brilliant blue eyes. Like mine. I finally hear Bradly say, "Party pooper, much? Let those guys have their fun." I shoot a glare towards him as he smirks at me. He's still gorgeous, but I hate him. The man that saved me rolled his eyes as he shot back, "Sir Bradly? Just shut your mouth. Nothing good comes out of your mouth, anyways." I looked at the man with a look of disbelief on my face as I burst out in laughter. Bradly is glaring at me as he tells the man. "I do hope you know what you're doing, Tristan. That's vermin you're touching." Tristan smirks at him before saying in a mocking tone,

"Oh, and you're not?"

I smile brightly at Tristan, liking him more and more each moment. He's dressed formally in a nice tunic and formal pants. He's got his hair slicked back, looking quite rich or something. No beard, thank god. He looks about the same age as Murtagh. No blemishes, either as I took a closer look. I turn to Bradly as I smile at him brightly and say,

"Bye, Bradly."

I give him a wave before I take Tristan's arm that is offered towards me. Bradly is staring after me with his mouth half way open. I looked back to smile at him again before smirking triumphantly. Once we're out of an ear-shot, I finally look at Tristan and say,

"Thanks. I'm Arwen, by the way. Tristan, right?"

He gives a laugh and shakes my hand. He gives it a small kiss as he mocks a bow. "Sir Tristan at your service! But no, I'm just plain Tristan. I'm actually a squire." I grin at him as I lean back towards the wall behind me. "Really? Aren't you a noble?" He looks thoughtful at first before saying, "I'm a noble who doesn't want to be a noble. Most of them are pretty stuck up like him." He nods his head towards Bradly who's still trying to find me again. I spot Murtagh who's surrounded by girls, asking him something. He looks very uncomfortable and he's trying to find me with his eyes. I think he needs my help. Oh well, he can wait. I turn my attention back to Tristan who's smiling at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of him. Wow, they're really blue. Kinda like mine.

"Were you forced to come here?"

I blink. "Kinda, yeah." I answer with a sheepish grin. He nods. "Same. It's so boring. Oh, by the way. Nice dress. It's really pretty." I look down and give him a bright smile. "Oh, thanks! I actually made it myself!" His eyes went wide as he said, "No way, really? I thought you bought it just for this ball! Well, it's pretty brilliant. What are you gonna do later?" He asks and I find that he's the sort of guy who likes to get straight to the point. I give a shrug as I tell him, "First off, I need to save a friend from a bunch of girls who are trying to attack him and second, I have no idea what I'm going to do after that." I was honest and he gave me a nod before suggesting,

"Wanna go and have some fun with me? These balls are great for playing pranks on the nobles. Trust me. I've done it a thousand times. Who's your friend?" He adds with mild curiosity. I point at Murtagh who sees me and looks confused for a moment. I guess the position I'm in looks as if I'm actually with Tristan. You know, as if he's going to kiss me or something. Tristan then turns back to me with wide eyes again.

"HIM? You're friends with Morzan's son? Arwen, that's insane! Morzansson is known for brutal violence in the castle. He's ruthless."

I stare at him for a moment before looking at Murtagh out of the corner of my eye. He's trying to make his way towards me, but those noble girls are ruthless. They're not letting him move at all! Kinda feel back for him, actually. "Murtagh? He's a really nice guy! I mean, he's s softie on the inside and I think I'd better help him. Wanna come?" I then decide to ask. He gives me a mischievous grin as he follows me towards Murtagh. I give a small cough towards a couple of girls surrounding him. They all glare at me before ignoring me. I say,

"Murtagh~! Please tell your friends to move out of my way."

He glares darkly at me before muttering something under his breath. I shove my way into the middle of the circle as I look at him and say, "Did you need me for something?" He gives me another glare before I hear him mutter, "Just do it, Arwen. You know what." I smirk and asked him innocently. "Do what? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Glare.

"I'm just following our agreement earlier. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

"...Just hug my arm and pretend to be my lover. Dammit, Arwen..." he mutters the last part as I grin brightly at him. I take his arm and hug it tightly to my chest and look at the rest of the girls with a smile. "He's mine, girls. Back off." I tell them as I use a hand to lower Murtagh's head and kiss him on the cheek while looking at the girls with a smirk. They all glare at me before growling at me and walking -stalking- off. We, Murtagh and I, walk off to a more secluded place and I let go of his arm.

"Thanks..."

I roll my eyes as I tell him, "Thank me later by doing a favor for me later." Tristan walks over and stands beside me chuckling. I turn and smile at him, returning a small giggle. Murtagh is looking at Tristan with mistrust in his eyes while raising a brow at me. I take a hold of Tristan's arm and intertwine it with my arm and say with a triumphant smile on my face,

"Meet Tristan. My new friend!"

Murtagh still looks at him with an unfriendly expression on his face. I nudge Tristan who says brightly, "I'm Tristan. Nice to meet you, Morzansson. You don't mind if I call you Murtagh, would you?" Murtagh answers him with a dark look before telling him in a cold tone,

"Murtagh is fine." He looks at me again, as if asking me to explain something. I bite my bottom lip, thinking of what to say next. I then remember the small promise I made to Tristan earlier. "Ah, and Tristan and I are gonna leave a little bit earlier together. Right?" He winks at me and grins. "Yup. I'll show you all those neat tricks I've perfected over the years." I give a laugh, clearly enjoying the look Murtagh was giving me. He was about to say something to be before a female voice broke in, sounding quite...endearing.

"Murtagh?"

We all turn to see Claire in a different uniform than usual, holding a tray of drinks. Murtagh's eyes widen ever so slightly, walking over to her. He wraps and arm around Claire's waist and you can imagine what happens next. I roll my eyes as I say, "Let's just get out of here. There's nothing to do now. Lover boy is back with his serving girl." Tristan didn't laugh. I suppose it's because he didn't know if it was funny or not. I lead him towards the door, but he pulled me back and whispered,

"We're not actually gonna leave. Just...take a few things from here and throw it at people." I raise a brow, as he leads me towards another server. It's a younger looking boy. Tristan whispers something to him and the boy grins. He disappears for a moment through a door and the next moment, he's back with a bag of something. I smirk. This was going to be fun! Tristan smirks at me while showing me what's in the bag.

Food. Rotten foods and all wrapped up in cloth, as if they were ready to be thrown. I raise my eyebrows as I snicker, "Let's throw this at Bradly first!" Tristan shakes his head before smiling at me. "No. His friends first. Bradly is gonna be last. You know what they say! Save the best for last." He snickered while I grin devilishly.

I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

Long story cut short, Tristan and I hid behind a few barrels of wine and started throwing the balls of food. It hit the tall man who talked to me first. He looked so confused, looking around. The next one ended up in his face. That one was mine! He was trying to find out where the balls were coming from before his friend beside got an apple in the head. I then threw a ball at the man's legs. He fell over, yelping. A few other nobles were giving them looks before continuing on to whatever they were doing.

Bradly was looking alert, and his green eyes narrowed. The last two were a tad more difficult, but we managed to get them down. They were standing in a more populated area, so it was sort of hard to throw the food at them. Tristan then came up with the brilliant idea with water balls. He got rid of the food and soaked some cloth with ice cold water and readied the ball. At the perfect moment, he managed to hit a man square on the face. I think the man was so surprised, he lost his voice. The person beside him was looking around stupidly. I got him in the balls with mine. I snickered, giving Tristian a high five. Last was Bradly. Tristan gave me the plan and I nodded with a wicked smile on my face.

Getting up from our hiding place, I walked over to Bradly alone. He was smirking at me and looking devilishly handsome. My hands at my side turned into fists while I gave him a bright fake smile.

"Lady Arwen. Pleasure to see you." He was mocking me and I said in a super sweet tone, "Same. Bradly, I'm not sure if anyone has ever told you this...but did you know you have something..." I pointed up at his forehead. He blinked at me, almost surprised. His hand automatically reached up to his head and I walked closer. I touched his neck and brought his head to my level, like the old days. Running my fingers through his hair gently, I yanked a few strands out and showed it to him.

"You've got some gray hairs. You see?" He looked almost angry, unable to decipher if I was being funny or serious. I continued on with my part as I told him. "Bradly, I thought over what I did to you before...and I really wanna start over with you." I say with wide eyes. We're inches apart and I gently stroke his cheek. He's starting to turn a slight pink color before he glares angrily at me.

"Y-You're vermin though. You're disgusting." He said, trying to struggle out of my grip. I give him a small puppy face as I say. "Even if I am, that didn't stop you from kissing me before. Right?" He stares at me, thinking that I'm serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tristan approaching with a pail of ice cold water. I smirk graces my lips as I continue on with my script. I tilt my head slightly as I ask in the sweetest tone ever,

"Just kiss me? Please?"

He stares at me before he grabs my waist and pulls me near him. His face is so close to mine and his eyes are almost closed. I take this advantage and pull him towards me even more. We don't kiss, but his face ends up in him my shoulder and I'm pulling at his back collar, signaling Tristan. He rushes out and takes the pail and dumps it all into the hole in Bradly's collar. The man yells angrily, struggling. I push him away, laughing hard. I take the pail from Tristan and there's some water still left. I pour it all over Bradly's head while laughing. In a smug tone, I tell him.

"I would never kiss you. How could I kiss vermin?" I quote with a smile on my face. His head looks up at me, a look that had a betrayed look on his face. Hurt and betrayal written on his face. I know I should feel this way, but victory never felt so painful. I take a step back and drop the pail on the floor. Lots of nobles are muttering about Bradly and I can't help but feel really bad. He was still soaking wet and unmoving. I saw a few serving boys with towels and I grabbed one from the serving boy while I move to him and place the towel on his head. I moved it around, soaking as much water in as I could. I lifted his chin up, his clear green eyes looking at me with utter loathing. His brown hair is all wet and is all over his forehead. Before, I would of brushed his hair out of his way and kiss him. Now, I say to him,

"Consider this payback. Now, we're even."

And for the very last time, I let go of him. I walk back over to Tristan who's silent. I think he knows that it was pretty hard for me to do that to Bradly, even though he did embarrass me before in front of lots of people. Tristian and I are about to leave before Murtagh (stupid old murtagh) intercepts us. He's glaring particularly at me and looking coldly at Tristan. He takes me by the arm and drags me away without another word. I give a small wave to Tristan who waves back sheepishly at me.

Well, we basically left the whole ball behind. Once we were outside, Murtagh whirled around to face me, rage showing clearly on his face. Nobody can seem to make Murtagh as angry as I can. It's fun in a way, but scary at the same time. He's gripping my arms and snarling at my face,

"What the hell was that, back there? You're going to get into a load of trouble."

I stare at him before I burst out laughing. "C'mon! Did you see his face back there? That was completely hilarious!" Murtagh gives me a look before he tells me flatly. "You're not over him. Otherwise, why would you do that?"

I open my mouth and shoot back, "What? I hate him now! I don't like him! Murtagh! You know that!" I say my eyes now glaring at him. He looks at me while he now lets go of me and folds his arms. "Why did you do it then?" I growl and cross my own arms and say,

"First off, because it was fun. Second, because my new best friend told me it was a good idea. Tristan is awesome! He's brilliant!" I smile at the end while watching Murtagh's expression darken. "I don't like him." he says bluntly. I roll my eyes as I said in a sweet tone. "Well, you don't have to. He's my friend. Not yours."

Murtagh looks annoyed when he then says, "He's probably going to go all 'Bradly' on you later. He's just playing with you." I glare at him while shouting back, "You're just jealous! Admit it! Tristan is a great guy! He's my friend!"

I hear someone cough and we both turn to see Tristan walking towards us. I turn slightly pink at this and rush over to him. I grab Tristan's arm and hug it. He looks at me for a second before looking uncomfortably at Murtagh and saying, "Look, Murtagh. I'm sorry for what happened back there. I shouldn't of involved Arwen..." Murtagh grunted and gave me glare which I gave right back.

"Don't worry, Tristan. Murtagh is just jealous that you're my friend and he isn't. Besides, we had fun, right? Oh, did you see the look on his face?" I then suddenly switch topic, my face brightening up and smiling. I can see Tristan hiding a grin, trying to hold back. He's just looking from the annoyed Murtagh to me and then back to Murtagh.

"Er..."

I roll my eyes and reach up to Tristan and turn his face towards me. "Ignore him. C'mon. I'll show you my room!" Murtagh then suddenly barks at me. "Arwen! It's my room too!" I smirk at him before I say, "Yeah. I say that all the time when you bring Claire up." I leave him trying to say something, but failing. I'm dragging Tristan along and when we're a distance away, he bursts out laughing.

"Wow. Murtagh is so serious! Does he ever have fun?"

I grin back. "Ugh. He's so depressing to be around." I laugh. Tristan is grinning at me and tells me, "Bradly's face was hilarious. He's going to kill me later, though." I smile brightly. "It's alright. I'll protect you! If anything, he's probably angrier at me than you. Besides, I'm vermin to him." I quoted while Tristan laughed. We're silent for a moment before he breaks the silence and asks,

"You said something about Claire?" I look at him and nod absentmindedly as I tell him, "Remember the serving girl who came over to Murtagh? That was Claire." He gives a nod and then I add, "I hate her. I can't stand her." Tristan continues to walk beside him silently and then looks curious as he turns with me through another corridor.

"Why do you hate her?" He asks as I walk a bit faster wanting to reach to my room. I automatically said, "Because she's a fake." He looks almost shocked at me saying that. I look at him, slowing down a bit as I explain. "Well, she's completely cheating on Murtagh with tons of guys. She kissed my ex and I swear she probably kissed Bradly." Tristian blinks and then asks in a more serious and worried tone, "Have you told Murtagh? You shouldn't hide it from him." I laugh and tell him bitterly. "I tried. He wouldn't listen since he was so bound up with stupid Claire."

We're in front of the room now, still talking. With me looking down and I can feel his gaze stare down at me. He give me a small pat on my head as he tells me, "Well, I believe you. If that makes you better." I grin at him and give a nod before pulling the door open. We both walk in and he looks amazed. "Woah. Your room is huge." I only give a shrug while sighing. "I share the bed with Murtagh. Not the best room ever. I like my old room better." I say truthfully while walking over to the bed and jumping on it. He closes the door behind us and joins me on the bed. I sigh tiredly, falling down on the bed letting my dress flow. Tristan sits down and looks slightly uncomfortable. I raise a brow and ask, "What?"

"...well, I've never really been in a girl's room before..."

"...what?"

He looks uncomfortable but continues. "You see, I've never been alone with a girl before. In a room." he adds while looking everywhere but my face. I get up and kick him lightly with my leg. "Hey. You're my friend, remember? It's not like we're going to...you know. Do it." He turns pink and I give a small laugh. "Right?" He gives a nod and I relax. The door opens to a dark haired boy. Obviously, it's Murtagh. He looked annoyed and beside him is Claire. Tristan automatically gets off the bed and greets them, "Murtagh. M'lady." I only roll my eyes and get off and push him gently. "She's not a lady. Remember? Only a servant." I smirk at Claire, narrowing my eyes at her. She looked innocent enough with those loose curls around her perfectly formed face. Murtagh growls at me and I roll my eyes. I tug at Tristan's arm while adding, "Wanna hang out tomorrow?" He smiles at me brightly. "Sure! Er..." He looks hesitantly towards the annoyed Murtagh who is glaring darkly at the both of us while speaking to Claire in low tones.

"Are you sure he won't mind?"

"Since when did I care what he thought?" I said loudly while Murtagh looked at me with a rather dark and annoyed look on his face. Ugh. What was wrong with him? Turning back to Tristan, I give him an overly large and bright smile. "Right! I'll meet you in the courtyard tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure."

I smile again while reaching up and giving Tristan a peck on the cheek, at which point, he turns a pink color. I push him gently out while he's just giving me this look. Don't have the words to describe it, but it's more of a confused look. Claire is going out as well, slowly though. She looks at me and I only give her a cold look before she shoots a cool smile at me. Well, that mother humper should get a beating...I can only say this here, but whatever. Murtagh closes the door and looks at me with hidden anger in his eyes. Okay, look. This is something about Murtagh I think it's about time to share with you, Journal. Murtagh rarely ever shows his emotions. He only shows his emotions to me and effing Claire. More to me than anyone in the world. Yeah. It's only me that can get him that pissed and annoyed. Don't ask me why, journal. It just is. The prick likes to burst out yelling at me sometimes. Oh! Did I also mention that he has major mood swings around me? One day, he can be all happy around me. When I mean happy, I mean him smiling and talking to me. The next, he'll be glaring at me and not even speaking to me. Yeah. Psycho, right?

Anywho. Murtagh just glares at me silently while I head over towards the little shielded area and take off my dress. It's basically an undressing area that I recently installed since I found it so useful. While taking it off, I hear him say, "Is he your new boy toy now? Are you becoming a whore, Arwen?" I stop in the middle of taking my nightdress off. I literally come out of hiding and glare at him darkly while growling lowly.

"What...did you just say?"

He's smirking at me while sneering. "You heard what I said. Claire told me about how you're practically sleeping with alot of guys now. First, one of the Twins. Second, Bradly. Now...him? Do you even know who he is?" He's completely mad. Barking mad. His dark eyes are glaring at me and I can see myself in it. I'm ready to kill him. My hands turn into fists and I shout back. "Take that back! I've never slept with anyone in my life! How dare you say that?"

He's looking unimpressed while he folds his arms and leans against one of the wooden bedposts. "Hmph. Right." I snarl and tackle him down on the bed, my hands beating him with all of my strength. He struggles to get me off and all of a sudden, he's on top of me, his hands over my wrists and his leg trapping both my legs. I couldn't move. I'm breathing hard while he's glaring darkly at me. I tell him,

"Take. It. Back."

He just stares at me, his dark grey eyes clearing slightly while he silently just looks at me. I struggle, still angry at him. He just leans down and gives me a kiss. Light and simple. I stop struggling and just stare at him open mouthed. Okayyyy? What is with his freaking mood swings? How can he be sneering at me one moment and then kissing me the next? Didn't he have something with Claire about not kissing me. No physical contact? What was this? I mutter, "Don't we have some sort of agreement on not kissing?" He just embraces me into a hug, burying his face into my hair. He gives a small kiss on my shoulder while softly telling me, "She'll never have to know. I..." he trails off because I can't help myself push him off of me and hug him tightly. I think I love my best friend. No. I know it. I'm in love with Murtagh. Oh...this sucks. Why does love suck? I ask myself this question from time to time and I can't think of any answer.

Really. I'll spare you from all the kissy and lovely dovey parts. Haha, joking. Murtagh and I are hardly lovey dovey. Rather, we're just rough with each other. I love him, but he doesn't love me back. So, it's basically a dead relationship. What I don't understand is why he kisses me so? I mean, I kiss him because I love him. He loves Claire. Not me. I'm just not that girl for him. He loves that stupid bubbly blonde wrench who's actually a liar and a whore. I cannot stand her being with him. I need to do something. Perhaps professing my love to Murtagh might do the trick? Nah. He would over react and then totally ditch me. Not a good idea. Anyways, I'll just stick to kissing him from time to time.

I really love him. This is bad.

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Namiko-chan: done, done done. I don't know what else to add for now, but I'm sure I'll think of some other plot. My mind for this fic is dying on me and soooo...it's gonna be on hatius for a bit. =O yeah. So, please review and tell me some of your ideas! =D you know i love you guys. xoxo