Pac didn't sleep well at all last night… his thoughts and dreams were about HER. He sat up as his alarm began to blare, and he just simply smacked it off of his nightstand. It landed on the floor with a clatter, breaking in the process.
He rubbed his tired eyes and heaved a great yawn. Just WHY was he getting so worked up about it?! He had only seen her for less than five minutes, and he didn't even know her name. Her words and attitude were still fresh as ever in his brain, as was how he had found her cute. CUTE. How gross.
He got off his bed, and stretched. Well, it was no use just laying there. It was breakfast time.
Pac just sat at the end of the table in the dining hall, picking at his food. Of course this was extremely unusual, as Pac was the type to devour every single morsel in sight if given the chance.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he barely listened to his dad arguing with the waiter. "I said I wanted my bacon extra crispy- this is SORT OF crispy. Do I look like a 'sort of' type of person to you?", Betrayus barked at his servant.
"N-no sir…"
"Good. Now you go back down into that kitchen and tell that one-eyed hash slinger to fix this!"
"Yes sir…"
Buttler took the plate and sulked off in the direction of the kitchen, and he was lucky he didn't have a plate full of food thrown at his face this time. From Corporal, all the way down to butler. All because he had dared to talk back to his boss just once. Poor guy.
Betrayus noticed his son wasn't eating, which caused him to change moods at once from anger to concern.
"My boy, you aren't eating!"
"Nope…"
"Why not?"
"I'm not hungry."
Betrayus' jaw fell open from shock. Pac, not hungry?! Something was most definitely up.
"Something the matter?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
Even Betrayus knew better than to press his son for details, so he backed off. But just WHAT was it? He was perfectly fine and happy yesterday! Perhaps it was just one of those "puberty mood swings". So for now he decided to leave the matter alone, and allowed Pac to be excused.
Pac was back in his room, not knowing how to feel. Should he be angry? Sad? A weird mix of both?!
He had truly never felt this way before, and it was driving him beyond insane. He was so hot and bothered, he could hardly sit still. He wanted to see her again. But how? Should he tell his dad? Even if he did, what would come of it? Then again, there was the possibility he would get in trouble for sneaking out again.
But at the same time, it almost physically hurt to keep it inside. So he got up, took a deep breath, and made his way to the office where his dad often was. He opened the door, and stepped in.
"Yes", said Betrayus.
"Dad, there's something I need to tell you."
"Go on."
"It's… a girl."
Betrayus' mouth fell open again. He clearly wasn't expecting to hear this of all things.
"A… girl?"
"Yeah."
"And how did you meet this girl? Did you sneak out again after I specifically told you not to? You know it's dangerous."
"Dad-"
"But tell me about this girl. Do you know her name?"
"No…"
"What does she look like?", Betrayus suddenly asked.
"Uhhh", said Pac, confused.
"Answer me." Bit of a weird question, but Pac complied.
"She's pink, has black and pink hair… wears red glasses…" He proceeded to describe her to the best of his memory. Betrayus listened intently, nodding on occasion.
"And you like this girl?"
"Y-yeah…"
"I see. That's all I need to know. You're dismissed."
"Okay?"
Pac left the office, beyond confused now.
Not even an hour later, Pac was called back into the office. He entered, and froze. There were three people there in addition to him and his dad. Two soldiers, and between them they were holding someone else by the arms who was struggling profusely. It was her.
"Surprise", said Betrayus proudly.
Uh oh.