Chapter 3
Soon, I was on my feet again. Senator Amidala, or Padme, has been kind enough to share her apartment with me.
I am often left wondering in my spare time what will happen next. I have talked to Obi-Wan, the bearded man, about this often. He's been so supportive of me, and I am very thankful. You know, Anakin's pretty awesome too, and he's really cute, but I've seen the way he looks at Padme. I think he loves her. I've tried to see how she looks at him, because they're always together, but I never see anything special. Maybe it's because she's a politician, and she often has to mask her feelings, but I really want to find out.
"Padme, do you love Anakin?" I asked, not so tactfully one day at breakfast.
"Why?" She asked, glancing at me.
"Because." I said. Then, feeling the need to expand. "I see the way he looks at you."
"And how is that?" Padme asked.
"As if you don't notice!" I cried in dismay. "He loves you, it's so obvious."
"You're not him, how do you know?" She asked. "Maybe he's not looking at me all the time."
"Okay, you're right, maybe he's looking at Obi-Wan!" I exclaimed in disbelief. "What about Obi-Wan?"
Now, she looked worried.
"There's nothing between Obi-Wan and I. We're just friends. Besides, Obi-Wan would never go against the code."
"I never even suggested such a thing." I said, surprised. "I was just wondering if... never mind." I lied. "You know, I'm feeling really tired. I think I'm going to take a nap before we meet Anakin and Obi-Wan for lunch at the temple."
"Alright." She sighed.
I didn't want to tell her that I liked Obi-Wan as more than a friend if there was possibly something more between them. But I was tired too...
Alright, no point in lying to myself.