"So how was my west-end worthy performance?" I giggle. Alex and I are sat up on the barn roof again. The performance was earlier.
"It was good" I shrug. He stands up.
"I think you will find it was more than good Princess. Extraordinary. Extravagant" I let out a little giggle. "Am I a joke to you Princess?" This time I can't keep it in. I start laughing uncontrollably. He starts prancing about the roof. After a while, he sits back down next to me, the evening sun making his face brighter and the wind making his hair dance. "Fern?"
"Yep?"
"I really appreciate your company you know"
"Same here"
"It helps me feel comfortable somehow" I don't really know what to say to that. "You know, you are the only person I feel my self around" I turn to look at him, but he's still looking far into the distance. "And thank you for just being there. Someone to talk to you know"
"I know, sometimes that's all you need" he stays silent and just continues looking at the distance. It's getting late and we watch the stars rise into the sky. It's magical. It's calming. I yawn. It's tiring. Without thinking, I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
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I don't need a Prince
Teen FictionI, Fern Lockwood, am perfectly fine on my own. I'm the daughter of a single mom and was bought up to be a strong independent woman. So why does everyone around me tell me I need a man?
