Lol. Sorry bout that. I had summer skool for the past um month. And I totally couldn't think of an idea for the life of me. But then, once I finished Harry Potter six, I had a very good idea. Lol.

Harry Potter six is a really good story. Lol. I won't say anything though, in case you haven't read it yet.

Yah.

This takes place, um, when they are fourth year pages.

Disclaimer: I don't own any genius of this so-called Tamora Pierce person that you speak of.

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Neal woke up with a start. A funny feeling crept over him, a feeling of extremely exaggerated confidence. That he could do anything, even confess his love to Kel, and not get beaten up with a very sharp glaive. Now this feeling made Neal very happy, because somehow he knew he was going to have a very lucky day.

He crept out of bed, his muscles sore from the hard work they had endured the day before. But it was no strange feeling to the page now. Soreness was, he thought, just an essential to move on through the years of knight hood.

Dressing in his page uniform and running his hands through his hair (only making it messier), he slipped on his boots and walked out of his bedroom door to go and wake up Kel.

Knocking on her door, he leaned on the post waiting for her to open the door and admit him inside.

"Oh, hello Neal," said Kel with an unusual smile on her face. She looked at him for a moment. "You know you're hair looks wonderful this morning. What did you do to it?"

"Er… I ran my hands through it?" Neal answered slightly shocked. Usually Kel would be telling him that he needs to straighten his robes and to flatten his hair. He didn't mind however, he was actually quite pleased with himself.

"Oh. You should do it more often," said Kel as she stepped outside and walked to the mess hall with him. "It brings out your eyes."

"Thanks?"

"Don't mention it."

When they entered the mess hall, they noticed that somehow they were surprisingly early. Neal looked at Kel in shock. He was sure that they would be late today. He shrugged.

"Hey it looks like we're early for once," said Kel amused. "That's a first."

Neal nodded. This was the Kel that he knew.

"All the more time to pile more breakfast sweets onto our plates."

Neal stared at her weirdly. Whoever this new Kel was, he liked her a lot.

Once they got their plates, which were piled high with truffles and other sweet breakfast goodies, they slammed their trays down at their table and waited for their friends and Lord Wyldon to enter the room so they could begin their meal.

Lord Wyldon entered merely seconds after the rest of their friends came and sat down. Neal sighed with relief. He hated it when his friends were assigned punishment work without him. They all stood and said their prayer. When the prayer was done, Lord Wyldon stood standing.

"I have an important and happy announcement for everyone," said Lord Wyldon, his voice ringing across the hall. "Very good news. Very lucky news in fact. It seems that one of our fellow page friends, Neal Queenscove, has won the lottery!"

Neal froze as people whispered in shock around him. Well that was unexpected.

"But sir," started Neal. "I didn't enter the lottery."

Wyldon shrugged. "But you won it, so who's complaining?" he said shrugging again. "Let's sit down and eat."

Everyone clattered down and sat on the benches digging into their food. Neal looked at Kel amused as she shoveled down her sweet food of pastries and sweet rolls. He looked at his friends, wondering if they had noticed, but they didn't even seem to pay Kel any attention.

"Neal eat more sweets, it will give you energy," said Kel pointing at his plate with his fork. Neal shrugged and dug in as well. Everything was perfect. He won the lottery, Kel was literally forcing him to eat sugar, and his hair looked good. What more could a guy want?

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"Good job on your test Neal you got a one-hundred-fifty out of one-hundred!" exclaimed the algebra teacher enthusiastically. "Here have a sticker."

Neal was staring wide-eyed. "Um…sir. I'm not even good at algebra."

"Then you must be an excellent studier." Said the teacher passing out the rest of the tests.

"How do you get a one-hundred-fifty out of one-hundred anyway?" asked Neal confused.

"You're the one who over-aced the test," drawled Kel. "You figure it out."

Neal shrugged.

After class Kel, Raould, and Neal were walking down the hall talking about how evil King Jonathan was.

"He is just so evil," complained Kel. "I heard that he was possessed as a child."

"Hey that's exciting!" said Raould happily. "I've never heard that one before."

"But really," started Neal. "He just needs to die right now."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

The Three of them looked for the source of the cry. It had came from out the window. They all pressed their faces against the glass with wide eyes as they saw a man fall off of Balor's Needle.

"Hey isn't that King Jonathan?" asked Kel as she squinted at the falling man.

"Hey it is!" said Neal happily. There was a loud thump as the body hit the ground. "Raould! Your King now!"

"Hooray! That means I'm King now!" said Raould happily. He did a victory dance in the middle of the hallway. "I own a country!"

Neal snapped his finger. "If only that happened to Cleon also," he said disappointed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M FALLING OFF OF BALOR'S NEEDLE! AHHH. HOW THE HECK DID I GET UP HERE ANYWAY!"

Thump.

Kel and Neal joined in the victory dance.

"Kel," started Neal shyly. He looked up at her. She didn't hear him however, she was busy dancing. "Kel? KELADRY OF MINDELAN!"

"huh?" Kel asked looking for whoever called her name. "Oh. What?"

"Iluvyou."

Kel looked at him confused. "I'm sorry Neal I don't speak elfish."

"You can't?" asked Neal surprised. "Damn. Guess I'll have to speak boring common now." He sighed rather loudly, like speaking normal was the most boring thing to do. "I love you."

"Oh." Kel said looking at him. "I love you too."

Neal smiled and wrapped her up in his arms kissing her fiercely.

There was a cough from behind them. Neal and Kel broke off the kiss abruptly as they turned around.

Neal scratched the back off his head. "Oh. Hi Lord Wyldon. Beautiful day isn't it? What are you doing here?"

Wyldon stared at them with an emotionless face. "You know very well what I'm doing here Queenscove."

"Um…I'm sorry I don't."

"I'm trimming my shrubbery." He answered simply. "Now—."

"Just get the punishment over with sir," mumbled Neal quietly.

"Punishment?" Wyldon asked surprised. "Dear boy, no! We've been looking forward to this moment for seven months!"

"What moment?" asked Neal very confused.

"When you guys kiss of course. We knew it was going to happen eventually."

"Well that's…great."

"Isn't it though? Let's throw a party!" said Wyldon. He started breaking down into some hip gangster moves.

"Work it Wyldon!" called Owen who was attempting to do the worm.

Everyone cheered as Wyldon fell to the floor and started to break dance.

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Wow…I was sugar high on the last part. That is just about the stupidest thing I have ever written. But I have a great idea for the next chapter. All of you guys are gonna love it. It's got some hard core Roger and Delia bashing. And I might bring back Larry the Toe or whatever his name is in it too. I can't wait.

Replies:

RetardedMonkeys: yes it would be quite fun if she turned into a llama. That is just about the most random thing I have ever heard. Sickness. Yah. Good stuff.

Magewhisper: yes I will make it Delia and Roger bashing of course. It shall be funny.

Sull89: hehehe. Muffin. That was a really stupid chapter. Sorry about being so slow.

Zeetah: thanx I'm speechless. Yea I like it when people who don't really matter or bug me die in stories. Lol.

Queenofdakitty's: why yes I am!

Jeweled Rose: lol. Thanks. Lol. I wrote some KN fluff for ya at the end. Tho it was terribly bad. Have fun with ur busy life!

The Hobbit Lass: thanks. Yea I should write one where Yuki dies and Neal is single and marries Kel or something. Lol.

DOMLUVR4EVER: O I know. Don't ya just hate those muffins. I mean sure they're good to eat, but if they're evil, ur in big trouble