OK guys, this is my first Fic! Try not to laugh too hard ok? See the little box at the bottom of the screen; use it if you don't like it! I could really use the advice to why this fic sucks! On a calmer note, please read and review. Thank you, and have a nice day!
"Kel!" Neal bellowed, "Hurry up or we are going to be late!"
"Hush, I'm coming. Keep your shirt on!" Or better yet, maybe her shouldn't. Kel mentally slapped herself. None of that now!
Kel opened her door and grinned at Neal. "Your tunic is on backwards," she told him.
Neal looked down and saw that his tunic was, in fact, on in the right direction. "I'm gonna let that one slide, but only because I am tired. Now hurry up!" He grabbed her arm and started dragging her to the mess hall, sending shivers up her spine. Why does he always have to do that? They reached the mess hall and started filling their plates. Once they had accomplished this task, they sat with their friend and began to eat.
Kel once again found herself in the middle of a conversation about the court ladies. Not again, She thought angrily.
"Well Neal, any poetry for this one yet?" Roald teased.
Neal turned bright red. "No!" He said a little more forcefully than anticipated. This prompted sniggers from the rest of the group.
"Regale us with the awful poetry that you have written for this fair maiden!" Owen said, grinning at Neal. But Neal didn't hear. He was looking at Kel. He saw the oddest expression on her face. Was that jealousy? No, it couldn't be Kel would never be jealous of any of my fake crushes, would she? Damn it Neal, face it. She doesn't like you. Neal stirred back into reality. Did you say something Owen?
Yeah, so it is really short, Im under writers block here!! That's why I really need your sugestions. ::points to the review box.:: Help me!!!
"Kel!" Neal bellowed, "Hurry up or we are going to be late!"
"Hush, I'm coming. Keep your shirt on!" Or better yet, maybe her shouldn't. Kel mentally slapped herself. None of that now!
Kel opened her door and grinned at Neal. "Your tunic is on backwards," she told him.
Neal looked down and saw that his tunic was, in fact, on in the right direction. "I'm gonna let that one slide, but only because I am tired. Now hurry up!" He grabbed her arm and started dragging her to the mess hall, sending shivers up her spine. Why does he always have to do that? They reached the mess hall and started filling their plates. Once they had accomplished this task, they sat with their friend and began to eat.
Kel once again found herself in the middle of a conversation about the court ladies. Not again, She thought angrily.
"Well Neal, any poetry for this one yet?" Roald teased.
Neal turned bright red. "No!" He said a little more forcefully than anticipated. This prompted sniggers from the rest of the group.
"Regale us with the awful poetry that you have written for this fair maiden!" Owen said, grinning at Neal. But Neal didn't hear. He was looking at Kel. He saw the oddest expression on her face. Was that jealousy? No, it couldn't be Kel would never be jealous of any of my fake crushes, would she? Damn it Neal, face it. She doesn't like you. Neal stirred back into reality. Did you say something Owen?
Yeah, so it is really short, Im under writers block here!! That's why I really need your sugestions. ::points to the review box.:: Help me!!!