Royalty

XIII

This story is slowing coming to an end, there are only 4 chapters left. I just wanted to take a minute to thank everyone that has read this story and left a comment, you're the ones that keep me writing. Really, your support is what motivates me to become a better writer <3 Thank you!

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There was only three days until the next ball, and I hadn't really seen my parents since that night. I was with Jack almost all the time, and the other staff. I'd spent... a lot of time with Jack in the last few days. Neither of us really talked about it but we made-out a lot. We never went any further than that, but we were both okay with that I think.

I was surprised when Jack woke me up one morning. I'd been eating with him, so I never had to get up early anymore.

"Dan, wake up" he shook my shoulder. I groaned and rolled over. He smiled down at me. "You're parents want to have breakfast with you today" he said. "I think they're worried. They haven't seen you in a long time"

"Do I have to go?" I whined. Jack pulled the blankets off of me. I whimpered.

"Yes, now get out of my bed" he laughed. I'd been sleeping in his bed with him. It was kind of nice, sleeping next to someone. "Breakfast starts in ten minutes, you need to get dressed" I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed. Jack was pulling clothes out of my dresser for me. I came up behind him and put my arms around him. He jumped, and then laughed. "Stop it" I laid my head against his back. "We don't have time to get distracted" I spun him around.

"Is that what you call this?" I asked with a smirk. He resisted for a minute and then gave in. Pushing him back against the dresser and kissed him. He put his arms around my neck and kissed me back for a minute. He pulled his mouth away and glared at my playfully.

"C'mon. I don't want to make your parents mad. You need to go see them" I let go of him with a sigh.

"I know, I know" I changed into the outfit that Jack had picked out for me and then ran my fingers through my hair.

"Ready?" Jack was standing by the door waiting for me.

"I guess" he rubbed my arm as I walked past him.

"I'll be in waiting for you in the kitchen when you're done" he said. I nodded, and headed down to the dining room.

"Daniel," my father said as soon as the food was on the table. "I've been meaning to ask you, how was the ball? Did you have fun?" I started to pick at my food.

"Uh, 's fine" I shrugged. He looked at my mother, who made a face at him.

"Did you meet anyone special?" I shrugged again. "Well?" I laid my fork down.

"No, Father. I didn't" I could tell that my mother was about say something. "I didn't meet anyone special because how the hell are you supposed to meet someone during a fucking ball" all the anger that I had pushed aside came flooding back.

"But what about that girl you were telling me about the other night...?" my mother asked in confusion. The words in the back of my throat. All I had to do was open my mouth and I would tell them. I'm in love with a boy. A boy who left me. I wanted to say it just to spite them. But I couldn't.

"I lied" I said, staring down at my untouched plate of food. "I made her up"

"But you've seemed so different these last few weeks..." she said. "So unlike yourself. Happy. You've been happy" I scooted my chair back and threw my napkin on the table.