A/N: Still don't own The Lion King! This chapter is in Simba's POV about Nala.
"Hey kid, what's eating ya?" Timon asks, crossing his arms over his chest. I look up at the stars; did my cry really wake him up at this late hour?
"Nothing Timon." I say, turning to look at him. He smiles weakly, so I turn back to the stars. He climbs on my head.
"Kiddo, what's wrong? You've lived with Pumbaa and I for three weeks, kid; we know when you lie."
I sigh, before looking at him. He's right though; Pumbaa and him have gotten me all figured out.
"I'm just missing a friend." I tell him truthfully. He ruffles my tuft of mane.
"Wanna tell me about your friend?" Timon asks, smiling. I nod; Timon is really great when you take the time to get to know him.
I don't know how or when it started, but I found myself spilling everything about Nala to Timon. "I met her on a play-date; I'll never forget that day. Our mom's set up a play-date, but we never knew each other. I threw a fit, demanding to know why; Mom ended up yelling, and somehow we got to the waterhole and she was already there, with her mother. She has this beautiful tan-creamy fur, with sparkling blue-green eyes...I think that's how come I started my obsession with stars. They sparkle, just like the stars."
Timon listens to me, quitely.
"She has a fear of water, bees and fires. She loves her mother dearly..."
When I finish, Timon rubs my back.
"Simba, she'll always be in your heart y'know, kid."
That night, I went to sleep, dreaming of my favourite girl: Nala.