Recap:"Alana! You shouldn't have!" He says, hugging me tightly. I giggle.
"I couldn't help myself. Now go on, have some fun." I say. He smiles, and with all his excitement, kisses my cheek without thinking. He runs off downstairs as he exclaims 'thank yous' without another thought of the action. I turn bright red, but hold my smile. I bunch up the dress and walk off to my maids, telling them to buy it for the prom.
Mikey's pov
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ometimes, I forget just how rich Alana is. And how generous she is on top of it. I walk downstairs to be met with a man, who I'm guessing is the tailor.
"Mikey way?" He asks. I nod. "Ah yes, my dear boy, so you are the one who has been with Alana for so long." His Italian accent kinda startled me for a moment.
"Uh, yeah." The tailor works fast, getting surprisingly accurate measurements of my body. "My name is Ronaldo pierelli." While working sufficiently quick, he holds up a couple fabrics for me. Two of which match Alana's dress, and the other one was black.
"Which one good sir?" I laugh uncomfortably, and point to a satin-y looking fabric that matches Alana's dress.
"Very good choice sir." He says. He begins cutting fabric and pinning it together.
"You can go do whatever for now, I will call you back if I need anything." I nodded and went off to the royal kitchen. They always had the most amazing sweets, and delicious, gourmet food. I went over the the cook and began chatting.
"Hey, chef Chris! How ya doin?" He smiles softly upon seeing me.
"Eh, pretty good. Do you mind running this down to the dining hall for me? That way I can get working on your lemon tarts." I smile.
"You know me too well." I say, taking a plate of something from him.
"I just know what you and miss Alana always order." I smile.
"Ill be back sooner or later." Chef Chris waves me off as I exit the kitchen once again, and begin making my way to the dining hall. Luckily it wasn't to far. I step into the dining hall and place the plate in the center of the table. I wipe my hands on my pants, and head back out. As I do, I hear my name being called by the same heavy Italian accent. I make my way back down the long corridor to the main room, and smile.
"Mikey!" Calls the tailor. I poke my head in the curtains.
"Yes?" I ask.
"How does this look?" I smile.
"Ronaldo, you are one hell of a tailor." I say. He smiles. "I love it, thanks man."
"Of course. Have a wonderful day." He says, wheeling the mannequin to me.
"Oh Mikeyyyyy!" Calls the voice of the one and only, Alana. She makes her way down the very large staircase, and looks almost majestic in her light purple dress.
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It was simplistic, but enough to catch my eyes. I smile lightly.
"You really didn't have too." I say, blushing. "You've done enough for me in life." She wraps her gloves hand around my arm.
"You're funny Mikey. Of course I do! I have to much money, and I don't need nearly that much for myself. Plus, you need treats ever once in a while." She explains, as we walk out to the kingdom gardens. They've always been one of her favorite places by far. I don't blame her, personally. It was very beautiful, the flowers and what not. She smiled and crouched down to smell a pink rose. She let out a content sigh.
"Alana, being your friend is enough." She scoffs.
"You say that every time Mikey. Please, you NEVER treat yourself. Never! I don't understand! I treat myself often, nearly everyday!" She goes on for longer, but I had blocked out quite a bit of it.
"So I have to treat you instead! That's why I do it!" I sigh, and put my hands on her shoulders.
"Alana. Look at me." She blushes, but looks up at me.
"I'm already living in the kingdom, and you're paying for my house. What more do I really need?" I giggle. She sighs.
"You've just been such a good friend, I feel like I need to repay you." I seat her on the old swing that her father built her off the big tree in the garden. I sat next to her on it.
"Alana, do you remember how we met?" She nods.
"Of course I do! You where getting beat up by Elliot and I punched him in the balls." She laughed. I smiled.
"You do enough for me. You keep giving and giving, when you've already gave so much. We're only friends because you saved me. Please believe me when I say you truly are the most, amazing human being, I could ever ask for." I tell her. She hugs me.
"Sorry, I just have a lot of self doubt." I sigh.
"I get it. Just remember what I said." She nods against my chest.
"So, how about we call the guys over and have a huge sleepover, huh?" She giggles and nods. I pick her up bridal style and hop off the swing, then carry her inside.
"Mikey, your lemon tarts are- oh." I set Alana down, and smile.
"Gimme the lemon tarts." I say. Chris chuckles and gives me a plate.
"Kay, go call the guys, I'll be in the cinema." She nods, and we head off our separate ways.
