Hi!

I know, I'm a day early (it's still thursday for me), but I need to adjust what I said about uploading on Friday's.

I will probably actually be either uploading Thursdays or late Thursday, so you'll probably end up seeing it on Friday any way, like this one. This is because my school assignment for this chapter is due tomorrow, so I have to write it by Thursday night, so by the time that I then type it up and edit it until it's longer and has more detail, it might be very late (like now).

Also, the reference in the last chapter was to Supernatural, as many of you got. I also didn't even realize this until afterwards, but there is a second reference. I named the Doctor Doctor Warner, and there's a character in the Shatter Me trilogy by Tahereh Mafi (which is fantastic and you should really read it) named Warner (he's mine-STAY AWAY!).

Anyway, enjoy!

Also, I have a poll open on my page. It has nothing to do with this story, or fan fiction, but I'd still appreciate the votes.

Also, the phone number at the beginning of this chapter is fake, but it's not just random numbers. If anyone can figure out what all three of them mean (to me), I'll give you a shout-out.

Disclaimer: The Selection belongs to Kiera Cass. All of these characters are mine.

I punched in the familiar numbers. 963-666-1967. I've called this number more times than I can count. I guess you could say that I know it like the back of my hand.

I stared at the phone as I listened to it ring. I glanced at the letter in my hand, the reason I was calling, and then back to the phone.

I heard the familiar click, letting me know that the call has gone through.

I could practically hear his grin. "Hey, Kyle," laughed Adrian, the prince of Illéa, son of King Kai and Queen Xyliah.

He's been calling me that since we were little. I still remember the first time he called me that, when we were 10 years old.

We were lying down on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. He turned his head to me. "Sometimes I envy you, Kylie," he said. Before I could respond, he continued. "I mean, I've a freaking Prince, my destiny is decided, I have no choice in what I get to do. I'm going to be King, whether I liked it or not. But you, you can do whatever you want. You're a two, you could be famous. You could be a model, a singer, an actress, or you could always go down a caste to a different job, you would still have enough money to support you."

I turned my head to him and I saw the deep want and envy in his eyes. "You could always give Zach the throne," I said.

Prince Zachary was Adrian's younger brother. At age 16, Zach was three years younger than Adrian at 19, making Adrian the rightful heir.

He gave me a look. "You know that wouldn't work out, he's never serious about anything."

It was silent between us, but it was a tense silence, not the calm silence I was used to with him.

He sighed. "I just wish I was different, Kyle."

I opened my mouth to say something when I paused. I furrowed my eyebrows, my mind going over what he just said, before I burst out laughing. "Kyle?" I asked. "Did you just call me Kyle?"

Adrian paused as he realized his mistake before laughing along with me. We couldn't stop laughing.

"Well," I said, "if I'm Kyle, then you must be Adrianna!"

Adrian's called me Kyle ever since then, and I always call him Adrianna.

I rolled my eyes. "Really, still, Adrianna? How immature of you," I said, trying my hardest to stop myself from grinning like an idiot.

I heard his intake of breath, and new that he was about to argue his case, when I heard the creak of his door opening. "Adrian, honey? Who are you talking to? Is it Kylie?"

I smiled. It was Aunt Lee, or, as the rest of the country knows her, Queen Xyliah, wife to King Kai.

She wasn't actually my aunt, but I've known her since I was a baby, and she's taken care of me so many times, it was like she was my aunt.

"Yeah, it's Kylie," he answered.

"Hi, Aunt Lee!" I called.

"Hi, Kylie!" She responded.

I giggled at Adrian's groan. "Mom," he hissed, "what do you want?" he asked.

"We have to get going! We're going to be late!"

"Just give me five minutes," he begged.

"I heard her sigh. "Fine, but only five minutes. We have to get going!"

The door slammed shut as Aunt Lee left, and I heard Adrian groan. "Where do you have to go?" I asked.

He groaned. "The Report is on tonight and I'm expected to speak about the Selection."

"Oh, right," I said, looking down at the letter in my hand, the reason that I'd called him.

There was an agonizingly long pause before Adrian whispered, "are you going to enter?"

I've known how Adrian felt about me since we were 14, when he told me. That had been one of the worst days of my life, and before you start ranting about first-world problems, just remember, this was my life long best friend who had just told me that he loved me. How was I supposed to tell him that I didn't feel the same?

I cleared my throat, pausing before answering, "no, I-I don't think I will."

It was quiet, and then I heard his voice. "Y-yeah, right, right, of course…but, if you change your mind?"

He said it as a question, and I didn't know how I knew I didn't have the strength to say no to his face again, so I just said, "maybe."

He cleared his throat. "Hows that friend of yours, uh, Drake, was it?"

I rolled my eyes and stopped myself from groaning. Adrian and Blake had never gotten along. I never really knew why, and I never asked, because that would just result in a full-out rant from whoever it was I asked.

"It's Blake, and you know that."

"Really? I like Drake better. He should consider changing it."

"Adrian," I warned.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, I still don't understand why you hang out with him," he said bitterly.

See what I mean?

I groaned. "Adrian, he's my best friend, okay?" And he's defended my secret since we were 13, I thought. Adrian didn't know about my disorder, and I didn't want him to know. Adrian's too protective of me, and it would only freak him out.

"I thought that I was your best friend!" He said with a joking tone, although I knew that part of him was also hurt.

"You're both my best friends. He's my best friend from home, how about that?"

"As long as I get the 'best friend' title, I'm good."

I laughed, and Adrian laughed with me. This is good, I thought to myself.

"When are you going to come visit?" He asked.

I groaned. "I don't know. Maybe I'll visit during the Selection, give the girls some pointers on the exact type of thing to get you."

"Oh, really? Would there be any favoritism?"

"There would be so much favoritism, especially if it was someone I knew, but if I don't like them, I'll tell them to get you those chocolates with the almonds in it."

I heard him gasp. "You wouldn't!"

I grinned. "Oh, but I would."

Adrian was allergic to almonds. No other nuts, just almonds, and it wasn't a severe allergy. Sure, his throat would start to close and make breathing more difficult, and he would get a disgusting rash on his stomach, but he would have plenty of time to be brought to a hospital before it would be life threatening.

I heard a banging on Adrian's door. "Adrian Jason Fletcher! Say goodbye to Kylie and get out here! We are going to be late!" That was Aunt Lee again.

"Just a second!" He shouted back.

Pause.

"I have to go," he said.

I snorted. "No shit, sherlock."

He laughed, and I laughed with him, before he stopped and said, "no, but really, my mom is pissed. I'll talk to you later?" He asked.

I laughed. "Yeah, see you later," I said before hanging up.

Watcha think?

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Also, anyone here watch the latest Supernatural episode and understand my need to rant to someone?

If so, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE LEAVE A COMMENT ABOUT IT AND WE CAN RANT TOGETHER AND SURVIVE THIS HELLATUS TOGETHER YEAH

Okay that is all

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