Mystic

Nice Parents

I laugh so hard, that I start to to see dots in my vision. Who new that adults watch Smosh?
Ok, if you don't know what Smosh is, I will give you an update. Smosh is the best YouTube account ever invented, consisting of funny skits about things, and awesome behind the scenes footage.

Most of my friends parents are funny. Some of them are pretty serious people, while the others just goof off at anything. Surprisingly, some of them know of funny people on YouTube, like Smosh, Ryan Higa (NigaHiga) and others. I loved, when we all watched Ryan's ad, giveupandsettle.com. It was so funny, and My BFF's parents laughed longer than me. I was quite impressed. Right now, I am just sitting my room, watching TV.
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I dial the number on my phone for a pizza. I shouldn't worry, since I have the best parents and grand-mère. I let my phone drop to the bed, and I sigh. I have a great life. Coolest friends ever, greatest family ever, I have everything I want right here. But why do I persist to feel, so... Empty?
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I sit close to the entrance, waiting for my pizza. I am afraid that the guards will do their duty, and well... kick but. I did manage to find out what one of the gate guards' name was. Matthew, apparently. He is a tall, handsome, shy fellow, and he is 19. He barely manages to control his stuttering around me, and when he thinks that he gave a wrong answer to a question, he winces and cowers, thinking that I would hurt him. "I wonder why they act like this around royalty..." I think to myself.

After convincing the guards that I ordered the pizza, and threatening to beat the poor guy up, They let me open the door. I open the door, listening to the scraping of the ice. I look up. "Hi, your highness, did you order a pizza, with a sprite and cinnamon sticks?" A guy with blonde hair, and cute eyes says. "No. I-I mean yes. Yes I did." I stutter. He tilts his head to the side. My breath hitches as I look at him. He is hot. I look him over, still having no control over my breathing. He isn't wearing a uniform. He is wearing a normal t-shirt, along with jeans, and black vans. His muscles bulge underneath his t-shirt. "Are you sure?" He says. "Cocky much?" I mutter under my breath. He chuckles at my comment. He tries to give me my drink. Tries. With a slip, he falls on top of me, while spilling the drink all over my shirt. "Damn it." He mutters.

He rises off of me, and I get a waft of his masculine scented cologne. I inhale his scent, enjoying the intoxicating smell.

"If you were another person, I would have thought that you did that on purpose." I say to him.

He lets out a bellowing laugh, while I snicker quietly.
He continues to stare at my chest, and I roll my eyes, while blushing of course, and wrap my arms around my chest.

I turn to my left, and walk back to my room, pizza box in hand.

"Thanks..." I call out while walking out.

"What's your name?" I say while stopping, and turning around to look at him.

"Henry... Henry Hughes."
He says, while sending me a cheeky grin.
"Hey, I'm sorry for spilling your soda on you." He says while looking at me guiltily.

"It's fine!" I call back out to him.

"To make up for it, would you like to come to dinner with me?" He says.
"Sure." I say. He waves me over, and I walk back to him. He hands me a card, with his phone number, address, and the place and time for the restaurant.
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I walk over to my closet, feeling dazed, and exhausted. After taking a bath, I slip on a silver-looking dress, with normal black flats, and a messy bun.
"Well, he is a really cute guy, so you might want to look a little more decent. "

The voice in my head, well, voices. Stupid voice in my head! I wish it were possible to go into my mind, and tell it to shut up!
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After making myself look more presentable, and fixing my hair, I slip out into the cold air, through the window, and begin to walk away from the castle without being seen.

I walk into the fancy, Italian restaurant called "La Mela". As soon I step into the restaurant, my nose is filled with the smell of bread, pasta, and apples. My mouth begins to water, and I drool at the smell of the food. I walk a little further into the restaurant, and I spot someone waving at me. Henry continues to wave at me, and I wave back. I saunter over to him, and as I get closer, he lets out a low whistle of appreciation. I giggle, and when I get close enough, I swat his arm.

"Sexy." He mutters under his breath, while openly checking me out.

"You don't too bad yourself." I say.

In fact, good is an underestimate. Wearing a yellow sweater with a hood, blue jeans, and boots fits him very well. I scoot over next to him.
"Getting comfy, aren't we?"
He says with a smirk on his face. I blush. "Shut up." I mutter.

He snickers. Then the waitress walks up to us.

"How may I help you guys, this evening?" She says, while sending Henry a flirtatious smile, and me a glare.

Henry orders his food, and when she starts to lean over, trying to gain attention, I start laughing at her, and she turns to me with confusion written all over her face. I try to calm myself down, and my laughter dies down to snickers, to chuckles.

"Yes, I would like shrimp pasta and lemonade." I say, while trying to stop myself from laughing again.

I turn to Henry, and lean over to him.
"She is really trying hard to get your attention." I whisper to him. He nods.

"I heard that!" She says sharply.

"Look honey, this is a rake and shovel conversation. We don't need a hoe." I say.

She gasps, and walk away, the sound of her heels clicking on the ice floor. As soon as she leaves, Henry and I start to laugh until we cry tears of laughter. Wiping my eyes, I stare at him through my eyelashes. He stares back, and chuckles.

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After taking a delightful, and tepid shower, I leisure over to my bed. I crawl into the warm covers, and let out a sigh, feeling content and calm. I slowly close my eyes, already seeping into a sleep. Suddenly, I hear a shuffle. I jump up, wide eyes alert.

"Who is there?" I say, fearful of intruders. No answer.

"Show yourselves." I say.
Again, no answer. Then I hear a shuffle again. Suddenly, a blinding light switches on.
"Its nice to see you again, princesse."A masculine voice replies.