The Monster Under my Bed

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Monday, March 7, 20XX
9:46 am

I walk into the room to see and hear Damien playing the guitar I got him last year.

"You've gotten pretty good," I say, setting his plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "Here, eat up."

He brushes a lock of his pitch black hair out of his face and smiles at me. "You know, you don't have to cook for me. I have my own-"

I lean over and put a finger on his lips. "Just let me be nice, okay?"

He gingerly takes my hand away from his mouth and kisses my knuckles, all without breaking eye contact.

"I have class in the afternoon today," I say, pulling my hand back while trying to stop my face from reddening. "Can you remember to make dinner?"

He winks. "Sure thing, princess."

I scowl playfully at him and he chuckles. I shove a strip of bacon in my mouth and eye him suspiciously. "Why do you call me princess, anyways?"

He blushes blue. "I mean, princesses usually have princes right? And the prince is usually really nice and good looking and-"

"-you wanted me to be the princess?" I cock an eyebrow at him.

He looks away, his face turning a deeper shade of blue. "I mean, that would be nice."

I smirk, booping him on the nose. "I'll tell you if I'll be your princess when I turn nineteen."

He narrows his eyes, smirking. "Deal."