IV:3 - The Royal Rush!

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KENJI RUSHTON

In its full majestic glory, the moon shone brightly, lighting the night sky with its luminescence. Maxim and I both got lost deep in space.

In my own space, I was floating in the middle of an endless ocean comprised of all the fears and worries in my life. I'm still scared that my birthday is fast approaching, even though I still have eleven months left on the clock. I'm scared to wake up one morning and realize that I just turned eighteen and I'll be thrown out into the streets. I'm worried that I won't be able to survive the cruel world once that happens. I'm troubled that everything I know right now will eventually be thrown out the window. I'm worried about my siblings. I'm worried about my sister, Meredith, who's essentially the next person in line. She's still in her teenage rebel era, and that's a true phase every single person has to go through in their life. I'm worried if she could take on all of the responsibilities that I have at the moment.

I wondered what was going through Prince Maximillian's head as he gazed at the beauty of the moon above the night sky. I'm curious what kind of space he got lost deep into. With his royal status, I'm sure he doesn't have that many fears and worries in life in comparison to me. I'm sure his problems are just trying to get away from his bodyguard, evading the public eye, and maybe being a handsome silver-haired royalty.

"I'm sorry, Kenji." Breaking the reign of silence and somehow rescuing me back towards reality, Maxim whispered towards me.

I looked at him, and he was still looking over the night sky. "About what?"

"For not taking you to a fancy dinner like I meant to earlier."

"Oh, shut the fuck up; I don't mind this at all. I actually liked this," I replied, and then there was that silence again. This time, the silence felt deafening.

I didn't like the silence at all because it does nothing but attract a lot of voices in my head, and I'm not very good at dealing with them. I don't want to think about my worthless future and all of that crazy adult world stuff. I really just want to enjoy this moment that I was forced into. I was about to open my mouth to speak; however, Maxim spoke first.

"Cigarette?" Maxim muttered, offering me the pack of cigarettes.

I stared at the pack for a while and then looked at Maxim, and he was already blowing out smoke in the air. "You smoke?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He took a puff and blew it into the air for the second time in a row. The way he just blew the smoke looked pleasurably satisfying. "You don't?"

"I... Give me that." I snatched the pack out of his hand. I was just about to say I don't smoke, but something's telling me that it won't sound cool, and I'm well aware of the fact that I'm not the first person you'd think of as being cool. I don't want to be labeled as the not-so-cool guy, especially by a prince.

"Don't feel pressured. If you don't smoke, I'm not going to force you," the prince said.

"No, I do smoke. I'm a smoker," I said, consciously lying about it. I'm not really a smoker, but that doesn't mean I haven't tried smoking before. Within my circle of friends, which isn't really a circle because there's just three of us, I'm the only one who doesn't smoke. I hated the taste of nicotine in my mouth, but who gives a crap about that now?

"I'm dead serious, Kenji." Maxim gave me a hard look. "If you don't smoke, don't feel pressured by it."

"And I'm dead serious too, Maxim." I gave the same hard look back. "I really do smoke." I grabbed a stick and then tossed the pack back to Maxim. "Do you have a lighter?"

Maxim handed me a vintage brass lighter that had an intricate design of a snake and a skull, and while the lighter looked sick, it made me look like an idiot. I struggled, not knowing how to use it, which was embarrassing, to be honest, and apart from not being cool, I also don't like being embarrassed.

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