Jewls the Color Of The Rainbow

Put the bagged jewls in the cart

The day is almost here. The day everything is about to change.

The king knows this and needs to find a way to save his kids from they're mom's traditions that will go against they're happiness. "Don't worry, kiddos," he murmures looking over the half of a circle shaped balcony at the people of ghe kingdom.

The king suddenly hears footsteps. "Our kingdom is small but once our son picks a princess to marry..."

"Is this a good idea?" The king asked her in a sad tone. All he wants is his kids to be happy and safe. "We are forcing this stuff on our kids," the king says to his wife. "Hey, what is with you?; everyone will love to see our son marry," my wife says motioning to the citizens of the kingdoms. "These peasants—" she started.

"Citizens," the king corrected. The queen scoffed. "Whatever, Buffalo," she shot back in a insult calling the king fat as a "joke".

"Its a joke," she said five minutes later. "Now, get back to your throne and be a man and boss everyone around," she said leaving smiling. "Real men don't boss people around," the king muttered to himself.

His son heard. "Is she at it again?" I asked my dad. "No, Daniel . . . everything will be fine, you okay?" he asked me. I gave him a nod. "Good."

"Are you?; you have to deal with mom."

"I am, I promise you," he said. Even tho hes my dad hes also the king, hes a good liar. His smile looks fake as well. "Liar," I muttered. "Fine... She is getting on my nerves," he said. "Do you even still love her?" I asked. "Why, of course I do but she hates people like us," he explained. Wait . . . like us?

"Like us?" I asked him. What does he mean by "like us"?

"I had a boyfriend before I met your mom," he said.

"A boyfriend?" I was sbocked.
Actually not really, I ain't surprised by this turn of a outcome. This year is wild.

"Well, what now?" I ask him. "We need to get you and your sister out of here, ASAP!" he whispered to me. "What—out where?" I asked him. "To see your girlfriend and boyfriend," he said. I scratched the back of my head. Why did he phrase it like that? I was so scared for a second. Oh my queen!

"Lets go," I said. My dad smiled at me.

In an hour I am hanging out with my glorious emo boyfriend. We are laying down in a field of dandelions and poppies.

I picked up a poppy and handed it to him. I kissed him on the cheek when he was turning the poppy around in his hand by the stem. He is now blushing. This moment is so precious . . .
I wish I can relive this exact moment when I get older. But I am happy with the current time. The time we live in now is as perfect as it can be.

I look over at him and hes looking at me. "Something wrong?" I asked him. "No," he said. He placed his lips on mine we started kissing. He put his hands behind my back and pulled me closer. I put my hands behind his head and kissed him that way. Our bodies rolling on the flowers as we roll and kiss. A passionate loving moment. Everything feels soft and light.

I chuckle as we get up and start playing in the flower field more.

*________*

"Curious," he said. "Yeah?"

"When is your coordination?" he asked me. "You are so hot, I love you so much," I exclaimed hugging him. "Its soon, isn't it?" he asked. "Lets not talk about it, okay?"

"Instead lets worry on us?" I asked. "How are we gonna worry on us?"

"You know . . . we will find a way . . . always," I explained. I grabbed his hands, intertwining our fingers together.

"Like that time in the celebration of your 11th year of being born," he said pulling me closer. "Yeah!" I chuckled.

We were sitting in a cart of hay. "Babe, look," he said as I layed next to him, my head near his legs. Fireworks played in the sky, spelling out my name. "Pretty," I muttered. "Not just pretty, perfect," he said. I turned to him. "No one is perfect," I said. I saw people looking and I grabbed his hands, jumped off the cart and ran in the castle with him. We ran into the swimming room.