~Isabelle~
The morning after dinner with Jessica and Mikey, I was prancing around the castle in just my bikini.
This was for two reasons. One, my friends were on their way here and we were going swimming again in the castle pool, and two, I haven’t done laundry in a long time so I have no clean clothes. I only had a couple things left that were clean, but with my luck as soon as I got to the pool I would dump them in the water and then they would smell like chlorine so I would have to wash them.
“Hi Diego!” I said as he came down the hall. I met him half way. I don’t know why I was so happy today, but for some reason I don’t think I would be able to sit still all day.
“Ah Is, wouldn’t it be practical to run around the castle wearing clothing?” he asked as his eyes trailed down my body. Well he didn’t seem to mind my lack of clothing. And I really didn’t care. If I was going to prance around wearing nothing, I couldn’t get mad at people for staring at me.
“Probably, but I’m just going to go swimming so there’s no point. Have you seen Mikey?” I asked. I was skipping in a circle around him now because I was unable to stand still.
“No I have not seen His Majesty,” Diego said. Jeez what was with all of these people and throwing in my face the names I should be calling Mikey? Did they not understand that I just didn’t care? They should really lighten up.
“Oh okay. Want to come swimming with us?” I asked.
“I am supposed to be making my rounds. But if his Majesty is there I don’t see why I cant,” Diego said.
“Okay! See you later!” I skipped away.
“Mikey, Mikey,” I chanted as I looked through the rooms on the top floor for him. “Oh there you are!” I pushed open the door to one of the offices and skipped in.
Dad was sitting across the table from Mikey and I have no clue why he would have any business with Mikey. Well, other than menus and thinks. So I don’t think I was interrupting anything important. And if I was, it was my Dad, I don’t think he would care.
“Isabelle, why are you wearing any clothes?” Dad asked with a tired sigh.
I looked down at my favourite purple bikini, it covered a lot more than what some bikini’s did. I mean the bottoms were more than three inches tall, and the top was attached in the middle so there was no way it could move around.
“I am so wearing clothes,” I said crossing my arms over my chest.
“Please just go cover up Isabelle.”
I decided to ignore him, there was no point to put clothes on, to take them off again in like five minutes when I went swimming.
“Mikey you want to come swimming?” I asked turning to him. I noticed he was staring at me, but again I didn’t care.
“Of course I do,” he said before my question was even out of my mouth. He stood up then glanced at my Dad. “But he’s right, you should have some clothes on until we actually get to the pull.”
“I’m doing laundry, I don’t have any clean things,” I said to both of them.
“Isabelle,” Dad warned. Mikey sighed and slid off his t-shirt and forced it down over my head.
“There now she has clothes on,” He said proudly.
“I don’t want your stinky shirt!” I said I went to take it off but he caught my hands.
“It is not stinky it was clean this morning when I put it on,” He said.
“Key word there: was,” I pointed out.
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