Hi everyone! Sorry about how long it has been taking me to update…I've been really busy! Balancing homework, scraping a B in math, and memorizing lines from a script for a school play is not easy! Anyway, just a little happy chapter. I think that we're drawing really really close to ending the prologue…maybe 3 more chapters? Anyway, here's the newest chapter!

Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own Star Wars, George does.

Padme Naberrie had never been so angry in her entire life.

She felt immature, imagining herself with steam pouring out of her ears like in the old cartoons that she and Palo would watch after school every day.

The door slammed behind her, as she stormed off onto the docks. The moonlight shone against the eerie night waters of the lake, her gaze focused on the distant waters.

She let out a frustrated cry, as she yanked off her shoe and threw it in the water. She sunk down against the dock, her arms wrapping around herself as she silently sobbed.

Misery seemed to enjoying following her, she thought. First she had to deal with the clique at school, and now she had come home fifteen minutes late from hanging out at the cinema to watch holodramas. And coming home late equaled angry parents.

She sighed, hating the fact that she was in trouble. Especially when it was all Sola's fault! If her big sister had not insisted on staying longer to spend time with Darren, this would have not happened. Stupid Sola and stupid Darren, she thought angrily.

Padme gazed from her crouched position on the docks, spotting a figure pacing upon the shores across the lake. She rubbed her eyes; instead they turned a blotchy red. Tears stained her cheeks, as she spotted his figure drawing closer.

She looked hastily around, the lights of her house all off to a dark that reassured that the family had gone to bed. She immediately ran towards the ladder, lowering herself onto the ground. Her feet were soaked immediately, as she swore quietly. She had thrown away one of her shoes, what was the use of only one?

Palo lifted his head, as he spotted his friend walking down the shores as well. He felt the chill of the night settling, as he pulled at his coat wearily. He had been restless for several hours now, unable to sleep. But that was the least of his worries when he saw Padme.

Despite the dark circles under her eyes and the messy curls around her shoulders, Palo could not help but stare at her beauty. He was confused about his relationship with her: just years ago they were having mud fights as children, and now he found himself in love with her. Was it possible for best friends to become lovers?

Thoughts filled him, until she was standing in front of him. He smiled warmly, despite the frigid cold.

"Hey…Padme? What's wrong?" He immediately wrapped his arms around her when he saw her start to shake.

She sighed, resolving to stop the tears. She had to be stronger than this, how else would she survive?

"I…I came home a little while late from the movies with Sola. She and Darren had been practically glued to each other, and she insisted staying until I yanked her to the speeder," Padme explained monotonously, as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He slowly nodded, his throat going drier than the deserts of Tatooine. He forced himself to swallow, seeing a smile forming across her lips.

"I'm fine…but what's up with you?" she asked, her eyebrows narrowed. He shook himself from his thoughts, as he mentally slapped himself.

"N-Nothing. So your parents reacted bad?" Palo realized that he had to watch himself before he did something stupid. The last thing he wanted to do was look like a fool in front of her. Now he was suddenly caring about he looked??

"Yes, and they probably will be mad at me for a while. Oh well, I refuse to go inside my house until the morning," she muttered stubbornly. He let out a laugh, as he broke from their embrace and lay back on the sand.

He could feel it spreading around him, as though he were slowly sinking into it. Padme raised her eyebrows, as she lowered herself beside him.

"I don't know…do you think that I would always been in trouble if I went everywhere with Sola?" she asked, turning her head to face him.

Palo laughed, knowing the answer. "From what you've told me about her, I think you'd definitely always in trouble. It seems that her concern is more about Darren than her curfew."

Padme nodded, shivering as a breeze brushed against them. Palo quickly noticed, as he sat up for a moment. He pulled his jacket off of his shoulders, tucking it around her.

"Thank you," she replied, burying her head against him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her. Padme curled up against him, comfort flooding from his aura. Around him, she felt so protected, so free…

The two found themselves drifting into an abyss of dreams, where they could be together…without being torn apart.

Palo lifted his head from the sand, blearily gazing around. The sun was slowly rising, much to his surprise. He yawned, his eyes settling upon the girl at his side.

Padme was curled up against him, her arms wrapped around his neck like a favorite stuffed toy of a child. Her head was rested underneath his chin, her eyes shut tight.

The sun glowed against her skin, making her shine. He was resisting so hard…but could not any longer.

He lowered his head towards hers, kissing her cheek. She stirred against him, as he quickly drew away. He couldn't get caught…it would be too much for him to handle just yet.

Padme shifted slightly, still distant in her dreams. He sighed in relief, joyful that she did not catch him. But if she had, would he still be happy?

Most likely, you fool. She'd know how you felt, and then you wouldn't have to constantly hide your feelings, his conscience shot at him sternly. He nestled himself back in the sand, tucking his jacket around her once again. The warmth of day was rising, and he did not need it as much.

His eyes wandered out to the water, as he spotted a flock of birds diving down the graze upon the waters that rippled. The gentle caress of the waves followed by the gray of the birds' wings captured his interest. It was the little details he had grown to notice and adore. He supposed that the reason why his art turned out so astonishing would be because of his detail-searching eyes.

And those eyes always hungered for more. And searched for a deeper meaning, maybe the hidden soul.

As he studied such surroundings, Padme started to wake herself. She had forgotten where she was, until she felt her toes curl in the sand and the sight of arms clasped around her. She gazed up at the person holding her, ultimately deciding something.

So this is why Sola is always late. She found Darren to be that close, and she doesn't want to lose that closeness. Or, she is just insane like my other conclusions have come to, she thought with a grin. She reached up to him, surprising herself above all.

She wrapped a hand around his head, and pulled his lips down to hers.

The two froze for a moment, surprised by the action. Palo was unsure of himself, as he gently broke away.

"W-Wha…how…" he managed to stutter out. Padme blushed, as she lowered her hand. It had happened so fast, but so wonderful.

"I know…" she murmured, surprised at her irrational action. Oh, Sola, you've influenced me too much now…

He smiled, as they sat upright. What would he say?

"Uh…thanks…" he mumbled, lost for words. She giggled, knowing his confusion.

"Your welcome…" she replied, as she rested her head on his shoulder. He blushed a maroon much like the color of the sky during the sunrise.

He lowered his head beside hers, a grin forming across his lips. They both felt at ease, as though they could forget about punishments or being persecuted for talents.

A yell was heard across the brisk morning air, calling. "Padme? Padme!" the worried voice of her mother urged. Padme darted up, followed by Palo right away.

"Thank you, Palo. I'll see you later?" Padme asked. He drew her into a hug, nestling his head on her shoulder temporarily.

"Yes. Try not to let Sola get you into more trouble, alright?" he teased, as they began to release.

Padme smiled, as she stood on her tiptoes. She gently kissed his cheek, then taking off down the shoreline towards her home docks.

"I promise!" she called, as her figure faded. Palo watched her go, his hand shaking as he reached up to touch his cheek where she had kissed him.

"Wow…"

So what'd ya think of the heat-up? I hope that you enjoyed it, and hopefully this will keep getting better. If I'm not, tell me! I don't mind flames, just as long as they don't burn.

To answer the question about a possible lightside Anakin? You never know…

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