Hey guys. I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating much in the past few weeks, but I've been really busy and I'm very tired. I'm also having a little bit of trouble making the story play out right. I know this sounds like a flimsy excuse, but frankly, I don't care. I'm freaking exhausted. Thank you all so much for your support! I hope you're enjoying the story!

theoneforever- haha, my dear. I have a friend that calls me that a lot. Every time she says that, I say, "I am NOT you dear!" Haha. Thanks for your reviews! They always make me smile!

Kiren- You and me both. :) Thanks for the review!

MyOwnEndings- I know, right?! I think my favorite video making fun of that is Sawyer Hartman's challenge with Grace Helbig. I'm absolutely obsessed with YouTubers, like Tyler Oakley and Conner Franta. ;) Also, that friend of yours sounds freaking awesome. I understand your disappointment. Risk Tisk indeed. :) Thanks for the review!

enjoy! -ReadLikeYouMeanIt.

We're going to try to communicate with the guys, find out what they really want. This is going to be hard. I can barely stand the thought of them. How am I going to reason with them?

The attacks have happened a little more frequently. It's been a week since the first one, and we've had two more since then. This is ridiculous, in my opinion. I mean seriously, why is this my fault? I wasn't the one who kidnapped their spouses and tortured them. These people are truly insane.

Matthew and I haven't really been talking to each other much. I think we're so focused on our jobs right now that we're not making time for each other. I feel really bad about not talking to him though. The only thing is, I feel weird approaching him. Ever since he got back, things have been weird. Our relationship feels so strange. He feels so distant. The problem is, I don't know what to do to get things back to where they were.

I'm in my room right now, listening to music and just thinking. I'm listening to a band called One Dimension. It's a little known fact about me that I have a passion for the arts. I've always loved singing, acting, and painting. I remember when I painted with one of my closest friends at this camp I went to. I couldn't believe my parents let me go, but they did...they also let about twenty guards go as well. We would paint in our free time with a few of the other girls in our cabin and just listen to music. I can definitely say that was one of the best bonding moments I've had with any of my friends. I wasn't the princess. I was just April. I miss those days.

I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in." I say, pausing the music.

It's Matthew. "May I join you?" He asks.

"Sure." I say.

He sits down and we just sit there in silence for a while. We keep waiting like that. Neither of us makes a sound. He clears his throat at one point, but he doesn't say anything. I look around the room, desperately trying to find something for us to do. Why have we suddenly run out of things to do? Where's the romance that we had when he got back?

"Um," he finally says.

"Yes?" I say.

"I know that we've been a little distant from each other in the past few days,"

"Yeah."

"And I know things just seem really awkward right now...so I want to spend some time together."

"Okay. When?"

"I thought we could have a date night."

"When, because we have a bunch of meetings with my dad in the next week."

"Well, maybe we could have a date day?"

"But we have Crystal's birthday planning during the day. That's gonna become more extreme when the family starts to arrive tomorrow."

"Well, what do you want to do, April? Because right now it seems like you don't want to spend any time with me."

"No, no, I do! It's just—"

"What? What is it, April? Is it Nat? I can tell something went down while I was gone." His tone gets increasingly louder.

"Matthew, this has nothing to do with Nat." I try to stay calm.

"Are you sure about that? Because it doesn't seem like it."

"Matthew—"

"That's the other thing, why do you call him by a 'cute nickname' while you say my whole name?"

"I just..." That's actually a really good point. Why don't I call him Matt that often?

"Maybe you just need your space right now, and that's fine. But please, just tell me when you do. I'll give you your space, but I need to know that I have your trust."

"I..." I can't find any words. That was intense. How the hell did he do that? Why did he do that?

He embraces me and says, "I'll see you later." He leaves the room.

What just happened?