YOU!?!?chpt.1, realization, and the aftermath
Ralon of Malven trotted up the hill, thinking about his last brawl. Heh, that was rich, Trebond never saw what hit him until he was on the ground! But, something was different from all the boys I've ever fought, something, something was soft on his chest, like, like... memory flooded his thoughts: He was bored, so he went to his little sister's room, there was always fun there.
"Sis, come out! I wanna' play!" he made his voice sugary sweet, Josaphina never learned.
"Coming!" she ran out the door, strait into Ralon's fist.
"Ow! Hey, that hurt!"
"That's the point," Ralon hissed. He threw another punch at his baby sister's chest, it was soft, softer than a boy's.
Alan of Trebond either wears padding or, or... That stupid, stupid Alanetta, or whatever his...her real name is! How long did he, SHE planned for this to last? Someone is bound to notice! Like me, or someone else who has direct contact with her new, growing chest. Now that I think about it, she's kinda' cute, in a girl way. She's got a lot of grace, her hips are nice, she's skinny, with longer hair she might be able to pull the court beauty thing off. WHY in the Goddess's name am I thinking about THAT!
Ralon stopped in his tracks, drawing stares from the gardeners.
But she is, no matter how much I deny it.Maybe, maybe I could shake up her life, just a little bit, ya, ya thats it! I 'll pretend to be like, like a secret admirer, girls love those, right? I'll stedily get more frequent, and maybe eventually she'll break under pressure. Nobody will blame me for chasing her out then.
He started to run straight up the hill, as fast as he could so he would be able to sceme in the comfort of his room.
Later, in Ralon's room
Ralon had his plan perfected, no one would even be able to guess that he had anything to do with Alannetta's sudden dissaperence. A couple love letters here, some heart confetti in the dining hall there, it's perfect!
A/N Yay! My second story is up, now, there is a little square down there points down that when you click on it, a big box appears and you can then tell me what you think of my little fic! I don't think I'll try to get over my shortchapteritis until i get, oh say, 10! But I will update, just not very much. And I will now warn you about future cliffies!
DISCLAMER: I own nothing!i don't even really own the plot so, it all belongs to the writing goddess, The Tamora Pierce.