The day after,the prince disappeared. The princess was present though just to make it more heartbreaking.
Johan kept stealing glances at me, being more obvious than ever. I didn't want to give off what happened so I suppressed my emotions as much as possible.
He even offered me half of his sandwich at lunch. I accepted ,in which he looked regretful for a moment.
I never thought my second kiss would be this horrifying. My first kiss was with Johan. Thinking about it disgusted me,but we still loved eachother no matter what.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked, already hugging my pillow and blanket, and pushed into his room.
He didn't say anything and just slammed the door shut. He later climbed to the other side of the bed.
His room was like a club, disco lights dancing around, a small bar in the corner, pictures of sexy girls and some rockstars, low music he played to help him fell asleep, playing from the ceiling speaker, and a theme dark wallpaper and carpet.
"I saw you kissed," he suddenly said as soon as he turned the lamp off.
"Right," I said sarcastically. I did hear his footsteps entering and leaving that day but since I was so absorbed in the kiss, Johan must have crept up on us.
I barely closed my eyes as I felt his arm around my waist which pulled me into a hug. We fell alseep knowing that no matter what we would always have eachother.
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If this is love, I don't want it.
Johan finished with a dap, his wet hair spashing water in my face. I tried to kick him ,but he successfully dodged, dancing to a new song that started playing.
It has been a week since the absence of Tim. I had to endure each and every day with an excessive and unneccessary amount of thought.
That Sunday, we were hanging out in the living room when the doorbell rang.
"Tim?" I said stunned in my step. He was in a polished black suit but his hair was as messy as usual.
He smiled at me, which seemed to not really reach his eyes. "Can I come in?" He said.
I really missed his warm voice and comforting presence. I felt like my prayer was heard.
"Yo, Tim," Johan grinned madly. "Came out of your shell?"
I looked at Tim wishing he would punish my brother for being so casual ,but Tim just chuckled, nodding his head.
"Have fun then," Johan was already heading to his room as soon as he finsihed winking at us.
I awkwardly sat down as far away as possible from Tim. He just gave me an amused smile.
"I came here to tell you something."
"Ok," I said uneasily.
"Princess and I will quit school," he deadpanned, biting his lips, and patiently waited for my reaction.
My head went blank. I felt my tears welling up,but I tried controlling it.
"Oh," I managed.
"We're getting married."
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"Seriously," Johan panted, his shirt clung to his T-shirt tightly. "What the heck?"
I was lying down on his bed, feeling emotionless and dumb. A part of me was burried in my disappointment at my own expections, another part was tearing itself apart.
Johan continued kicking the dummy he quickly made, naming it Tom and I had yet to point out that it sounded similar to Tim. He had been kicking it for hours like he was the one with his heart broken.
Soon enough,after Tim left a week ago, there was an announcement about the royal wedding.
However, Tim will first celebrate his birthday on the fiftieth of December before getting married on the twentieth of February.
The whole school went haywire with rumours flying around. His marriage was the hottest topic for a month.
I never knew I hated Tim so much. I hated the day he was born and the day we met.I hated him so much, I would secretly cry at night.
When dad saw the news, he didn't dare to mention about Tim again and offer to drive us to our favorite diner.
School felt so empty without the black hair and side profile of his.
December came so quickly, I threw away the calendar we had. Johan was becoming revengeful day by day just by watching me enduring all the things.
Everything was a mess. Then dad took actions. He took us on a three day holiday to Sweden, which did something to help cleared my mind.
We were back on the fourteenth though ,because we had quizzes. I nearly went bald when I couldn't answer two questions in history.
I was the top of the class again but strangely, it wasn't so satisfying.
That night, somebody rang our doorbell. After a minute, Dad came back with some invitations.
"There are three birthday invitations," he mumbled, sneaking a glance at me.
I nearly snatched it away and hopped in joy but then reality sank in.
Johan brought a lighter and, suspiciously inched closer to the invitations until Dad caught him in act and kicked him in the ass.
"Let's Quinn decide," he said.
"Burn them," I shouted and stormed up to my room. Johan hugged me to sleep that night, he couldn't stop patting my back.
On the fifteeth of December, I didn't go to school because I woke up late and Johan decided to stay too.
I went to the library instead, choosing office 34 and basked in the land of memories.
When I came home, Dad was watching news about the birthday celebration. He changed the channel so fast, I thought it was burning him physically.
When I got to my room, I quickly freshen up and picked up my guitar. I sang 'Anyone Else But You' by Moldy Peaches.
It was eleven-thirty and my eyes were heavy so I decided to go to sleep. Before I could even close my eyes, somebody knocked on my window.
My heart beat in my throat, as I quickly sat up and turned to find out who it was.
Somebody was waving through the frosted window,but I was too scared to move.
"It's me," Tim's voice was muffled, but I was sure it was really him.
