The Blue Assassins

XXIII

  "First of all, what's your favorite color?" I ask him as I sit across from him on his bed. He is laying peacefully on his bed, his eyes are closed, his hands are behind his head, and his legs are slightly leaning to the side of his bed.

I have no idea how someone could simply lay on a plain bed and look so hot.

Ignore it, Blair. Just ignore it.

  "Blue." River answers, opening his eyes, and I roll my eyes.

  "Of course."

  He smiles, "What's yours?"

  "Uh." I blush, "Blue."

  "Hypocrite."

  I stick my tongue out at him in response. He simply shakes his head and closes his eyes again.

  "Why'd you ask anyway?" He asks as I write on the piece of paper.

  "Wedding colors, duh. For flowers and things like that."

  "Right. What else do you got?"

  I bite my lip in thought, "Bridesmaids, groomsmen."

  "Assassin Cody and Assassin Drake are your friends, right?" River murmurs, making me confused.

  "Yes..."

  "They're my groomsmen then."

  I open my mouth, surprised, but quickly close it. "Um, yeah, okay. My bridesmaids are Samantha and..."

"Alexis?" River suggests and I shrug.

"Your cousin? Would she be okay with that?"

  "My queen, have you forgotten who I am?" He grins, opening his eyes and sitting up.

  I raise my eyebrows, "What, the leader?"

"No." River shakes his head with that grin of his, "I'm the king."

"Oh." I whisper, looking down at the paper. Why do I feel...nervous? Now that I think about it, why do I always feel nervous around him?

Cause you like him, idiot.

"That's what makes you queen. I'm the king and soon you'll be married to me. Technically, you're already queen."

I nod, gulping.

River glances at his watch, "Hey, wanna raid the kitchen?"

"Hm?" My eyes widen and I nod as I quickly stand up. "Hell yeah."

"I knew you'd say that." He chuckles and we go to the kitchen together. I pour us juice while he makes us sandwiches.

The entire time....I kept thinking, he's gonna be a good husband. My feelings for him increased every time he did something cute or nice. When he said sorry just for putting too much ham, when he thanked me with such enthusiasm when I gave him his drink, and when he made me laugh so hard I almost choked.

He said sorry for that too.

I'm not gonna lie. This boy has found his way into my heart again.

Of course, I kept thinking that I shouldn't like him. I shouldn't have those feelings for him anymore. But screw it!

I'm getting freaking married to him! I have the right to like him or even love him! I just...wish he would love me too. Or even just like me.