I could hear my heart pounding in my head. I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't know what love was or meant. How was I to know if I was falling in love?
"I don't know. I see us as friends, but I don't see us as lovers".
You liar! That was my only thought right then. There were so many voices, I couldn't decide which to listen to. I listened to the only voice I was trained to listen to: The voice of reason.
"Well, I guess that's okay. We can just be friends" Renamon smiled.
Beelzemon did the same, but only half assured. Then he remembered her gift.
"Renamon, you love readin' right?".
"Yes, why?".
"Your gift for savin' me…My whole library is now yours to command as you wish it. I'll just take a copy of Twelfth Night and I'll be good to go".
"Twelfth Night? You read Shakespeare?".
"Just that particular play. My mother used to read Shakespeare all the time. I'd always listen to her read it and I'd memorize it. I quoted it a lot, which kinda humored her. Well, hope you enjoyed this. Dinner's almost ready".
"I'll see you then".
"Yep".
Beelzemon started walking out of the library. I am Beelzemon, Prince of the Dark Realm, and I am in love.
A/N: Sorry Amethyst, that don't come 'til later. Next chapter: Social time at dinner and Renamon starts thinking. Leave me a review please.