A/N: Ugh, I keep forgetting the adults. I think it's because I don't like them much. Well, I'm not a big fan of Sarabi. I love the rest! For once, this is in Nala's POV. Simba and Nala are cubs agian in this one. I don't own The Lion King.
Personally, I don't know how Simba can cope with being a prince. All the female cubs throw themselves at him, all the adults talk about him getting a mate and the males all either envy him for getting the girls attention or all want to be his best friend.
But, I personally don't think that the latter will ever happen. Because, I'm his best friend; forever and always. We made a promise.
One funny thing was this one cub, Tiaka. She always made fun of Simba for his fur, then always made kissy noises when I'm talking to him. Strangley, I was her friend.
As we walk down the Savanah, she whispered to a friend, "Simba and Nala, sitting in a tree, L-I-C-K-I-N-G..."
"Tiaka." Simba growled, turning to the brown lioness. "Stop it. Now."
"Who says, Princy?" she tormented, laughing at his upset face.
My heart dropped; Tiaka was meant to be a friend of mine. She knows I'm a friend of his, so why is she doing this?
"Come on, 'la." Tiaka sneered, raising her head high. "We need to get you away from Princy here. He isn't worth our time."
I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly pinned her down, growling in her face.
"Don't you ever mock Simba agian, Tiaka. Say something like that agian, and I promise; you won't ever wak..." Simba's voice cuts me off.
"C'mon Nala. Lets get out of here." He said, pushing me away from Tiaka. I followed, then when we got into the cave, I growled out him.
"What the heck, Sim? Why did you stand up for her?" I asked, lowering my voice; no-one shouts at the prince.
"It's because you've already lost friends thanks to me, 'la. And, you see, I don't want you to only have me as a friend."
I think it was then when I realised...
I loved Simba.