A/N- sorry the last chapter was really short! This one will be quite long so don't get your knickers in a twist! Hehe… That's funny! Ok here comes chapter 5…
Chapter 5- The giggling bush
Grace waited patiently in her hiding place. Cleon would have to pass her sometime! Anyone who passed the extremely thin tree behind which Grace was hiding would have been able to see the figure behind it. Grace scanned the path already bored after 5 minutes of waiting.
At that moment someone walked down the path but it wasn't whom Grace was expecting. Tat was walking down the path whistling as she went. Grace glared at Tat from behind the tree. She suddenly got an itch on her leg. As she reached down to scratch she suddenly felt something strange. She looked down and found a large spider crawling on her hand! (A/N- eww! Disgusting spider!)
"Ahhhh!" Grace screamed and yelled whilst shaking off her hand and running towards Tat. "Help me! There's a giant spider chasing me!"
At the mention of the word spider Tat turned and ran the other way. "I'm not coming near any spider," she yelled back. Grace shook her fist at the retreating figure of Tat. Now that the spider had disappeared Grace decided to play it on the safe side anyway and not return to her hiding place.
Instead she looked down the path, the way leading away from the castle, and skipped off in that direction. Soon she started singing a song she had invented a week or so ago:
"I got a pinky,
I got a thumb,
I got some fingers in betwe-ee-n!"
Suddenly someone laughed. A fit of giggles was coming from a bush. Grace frowned. She didn't think bushes laughed….
She crept towards the bush and when she was just a foot away she pounced. She landed on top of someone and started wrestling him or her. It was no use though as the- thing- seemed much stronger then her. Suddenly all air rushed out of her lungs as the heavy thing sat on her chest.
"Get-off-me!" Grace managed to choke out. Suddenly the face of Cleon came into view! Grace pushed him off her and took a fighting stance. She started hissing. Cleon gave her a questioning look.
"What ya doing?" he asked casually, as if not noticing the mini-fight they had just had.
Grace growled. "Where's my treasure? I want it back NOW!" she yelled. Cleon just laughed.
This angered Grace beyond her limit. She was upon Cleon before he even knew what was happening. "Help, help! Get this beast off me!" Grace continued to attack Cleon whilst he tried to stop her without hurting her. Suddenly a Grace pulled Grace off the ground by her collar.
She dangled uselessly in the air lashing out. "Let me go!" Suddenly she was dropped to the floor. Cleon giggled most femininely whilst Grace scowled. "That wasn't nice you know!" Grace turned her eyes to look at who had assaulted her. Her green-hazel-blue (A/N- I have weird eyes) met chocolate brown ones. The person looked to be about fifteen and he was much taller then Grace. He had tanned skin with raven black curls cut short. His lips were curled upwards in a smile.
He offered his hand to Grace and she accepted it politely. (A/N- ok there is going to be some fluff in this chapter.) It seemed though that the boy didn't quite know his own strength as when he pulled Grace to bring her off the ground she in fact collided straight into him.
Grace stepped back blushing whilst Cleon stifled a giggle just waiting to burst out. He smiled and gave a small- slightly mocking- bow. "My name is Frey of Hanawara," he stated. Frey's voice was deep and slightly melodic. "I am sorry for interrupting- well- whatever exactly this was. I saw my dear Uncle Cleon hear needed some help defending himself from a lady."
Grace took little offence from this obviously sexist comment. He was too hot for her to care about that! Grace attempted a curtsey and stumbled. I really should learn to curtsey while I'm here, she thought. Frey smiled. "My name is Grace of- um… Lilly Valley. That's it!" Frey laughed at the lapse of her memory.
"A pleasure to meet you," said Frey.
Grace looked at Cleon then Frey suddenly registering what he had said about Uncle. "I'm sorry but I don't really see any resemblance between you and Cleon. You said he was your Uncle but I mean look at him! He has red hair against your raven curls, he has pale skin against your lovely tan and he's stupid and- HEY!" Cleon had shoved her and was glaring menacingly.
Frey laughed and offered Grace his arm. "May I escort you back to the palace, milady?" he asked. Grace stuck her tongue out and Cleon and turned back to Frey.
"Certainly," she answered.
A/N- Ok I couldn't resist some fluff! Sorry but I love it. More funny doings next chapter.
