Don't Mess With Time

Chapter Twenty

Hilda glanced at her twin.

She was still somewhat screaming into the pillow.

She raised an eyebrow and wondered if she wanted to ask Amber what was wrong.

Amber grabbed the jacket on the counter and stormed out of the room.

She guessed she shouldn't.

~

Amber sat down in an obscure corner of the castle, the jacket in her arm.

She wanted to burn it.

She sighed and found herself wrapping the jacket around herself.

She couldn't believe she had a crush on Theresa of all people.

She'd been sure she'd never fall for anyone.

And yet...

She pulled the jacket closer to herself.

She felt like laughing.

She had no idea what to do.

All of the sudden she couldn't think of anything but Theresa's face.

Of everything the two of them had done together.

Amber has no idea how long she'd liked Theresa.

She guessed about six months now that she looked back.

Right when she'd started feeling weird around the other girl and didn't want to be her friend anymore.

She still didn't want to be Theresa's friend.

She wanted to be her girlfriend.

Amber screamed into the other girl's jacket.

She hated her.

She wanted to pull out her cute fluffy hair and beautiful grin.

She couldn't even make herself believe that lie anymore.

She sighed and tried to think of the girl's most annoying habit.

There were so many.

The weird way she always had her hand on that sword.

The way she had that weird snorting laugh sometimes when she thought something was really funny.

But she couldn't find any of these things as bad anymore.

She really did like her.

More screaming ensued.

How was she going to deal with this?

There was no way Theresa could like her back.

No possible way.

How could she like this princess?

She'd always hated those terrible, annoying, and pretentious princesses.

She'd always wanted to trip Theresa and make fun of her.

But now she just wanted to kiss her.

She shoved her face into the coat in embarrassment.

All that did was remind her of Theresa.

~

Theresa had her head on Agatha's shoulder and felt her mother's arms around her.

She was much taller than Agatha, about three and a half inches, but that didn't stop her from curling up beside her like a child.

She knew that this wasn't her father, not yet at least, but it still stung.

She hoped that Axel was okay.