The Door

The end of the day

"I'm, I'm not..." I stuttered.

"She um, she isn't-" This is when I realized that I wasn't the only one nervous, Mikey was too. I have only seen Mikey stutter when he got in trouble with his mom or coach and now. He was reddish in the face and his palms were clammy against my equally wet ones.

"Cristian, they aren't together you silly man. See, look how awkward they look now. You could cut the awkwardness with a butter knife." To my amazement it was the Queen who said something and not the King. After the Queen spoke she ushered off into the distance and, as if she vanished out of air, a woman who seemed to maybe be a maid walks gracefully to the Queen. All I could think was that, "If that were me I would be on my face in T minus 2 seconds." When she reaches the Queen, the Queen whispers into her ear and next thing I know it she is off again. She left as easily and gracefully as if she was born to.

"Elliot, my boy!" hollered the King to something behind Mikey and I.

"Yes, your majesty?" This time Mikey and I have to look behind us to see who the owner of this new voice was. This new gentleman was dressed neatly and had a sense of poise anyone would kill for. He stood up straight without any lean forward or crook in his spine and with a questionable look, maybe to what the King wants from him.

"Yes, Mikey,Rowen, this is Elliot. He is my main butler and overlooks everything that goes on with the staff in this castle." this time he speaks to Elliot," Can you take Mr. Winchester and Ms. Smith into a room for the night? They will be our guests for the night."

"Right on it Sir," he turns to my friend and I and says," let us go to the guests suit. It is conveniently located across from Prince Luca's room. Come, follow me." And with that we were off. Mikey and I following this mysterious man in and out of hallways, zig-zagging through corridors until the man stops abruptly in front of a set of massive doors.

"This is where you and Ms. Smith will be staying for the night. If you need anything just ask and it will be brought." And with that he pushes the massive doors open revealing a beautiful room. The room itself was smaller than expected but it was still big; the walls were white with blue trimmings. There was wardrobe to the left of me as I walked in; next to the wardrobe was a desk that had stationary and a lamp on top. The desk has a window that is tall and you could even see out of it even if you were sitting down. The view given was of a really pretty garden with the moon cloaking it in delicate white light. To the right was a door, probably leading to the bathroom. Finally, in the middle of the room laid a single king sized bed. Before I could say anything about the singular bed in the room I hear the doors close and left in the room is a nervous boy and an awkward girl.

"So." I say to break the overwhelming silence.

"So."

"I guess we get ready for bed?" I question as I slowly start to make my way to the right side of the. When I start to move is when Mikey and I finally stop holding hands.

"Are you okay with this Ro? I can gather or ask for more blankets and pillows and sleep on the ground." Mikey asks. See the weird thing about this is that we haven't slept in the same bed since maybe third grade.

"As long as you keep your pants on we won't have a problem Mr." I giggled with taking off my shoes and jumping on to the bed. When I make connection with the mattress I feel as if a hundred little clouds are lifting my body and keeping me in place. The pillows were just about the same; when i laid my head on top of the pillow that was when I realized how exhausted I was. After a second I feel the left side of the bed dip indicating that Mikey has finally decided to join me on the mattress of clouds.