Back at the cabin, things were still quiet. Glitterman went back to his room and left Maribel with Gonzales. He couldn't handle his nervousness round Maribel. He was so strict to himself. To his thoughts; to his actions. He didn't know what to tell her that wouldn't create another argument. So he just maintained silent, and thought it was best to leave. He was in front of his window, calmly looking out of it. He saw how the houses sat in rows down that road and how people looked so free and happy. "I wonder what walking the streets feel like…" he pondered, tilting his head slightly while placing it over his hand, his elbow resting on the windowsill. "I wonder what things they speak about and what others look like." He let go a deep sigh, impulsing himself off the windowsill to straighten up and throw himself over the bed. "I wonder what it feels like to not hurt others..."
"Maribel, who gave you that?" Asked Gonzales with a cross expression. He was resting over the arm of the sofa with his arms crossed as well. Maribel blinked, wondering what exactly he was speaking of. "My mother gave me this dress." Gonzales quickly frowned saying: "Girl, no, I'm talkin' 'bout that thing on yo head."
"Oh! Well, Taylor made this for me a couple of days ago." He noticed a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips and his mind went bezerk. He was internally collapsing while he was utterly still on the outside. He abruptly stood up, startling Maribel, and snatched the crown from her head, placing it on his. "This is mine now! I stated here the first day that I'm the queen. So, chill." He boomed trying to make himself look taller so she won't reach the crown. "Gonzales! Please, give it back!" With her pleads she provoked him to run round the living room and into the entertainment room. She tried to keep up, but gave up once he entered and locked himself in his room. "Gonzales! Please!" She shouted, pounding on the door. There was no answer. Not even a playful chuckle to make her feel like it's a game and he will return it. After several minutes of knocking, she finally gave up. She dragged her feet down the corridor and accidentally bumped into a short girl. "Maribel! Are you alright? I'm sorry." She apologized while holding her by the arms. She looked up at her and saw those yellow eyes. "I am fine, Anne. Thank you." Anne slightly furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head with a small pout. "You don't look fine. You wanna talk about it?" She asked, wrapping one arm round her shoulders. "Not now. But may you draw with me? I am a tad bored."
"Why do you speak so fancy?! I'm not used to that. But, yeah, I may." She laughed, walking with her to their room.
Hernandez was laying on his bed, feet crossed, magazine close to his eyes. Suddenly, the door slams open and closed. "Gonzales, what on Earth are you doing with that crown?" Hernandez asked placidly, his eyes still glued on his magazine. "Saving a life." He replied, with his body spread across the door. "As you may already know, it's a pretty stupid crown. What life can you save with that?"
"Well, not yours. Not like I would want to anyways." He started to leg towards his bed and flopped on it. "Hey, hey! Don't start, Gonzales. I don't have time for this." This time he slammed his magazine aside and looked at him. Gonzales just mocked his words in a higher pitch, making Hernandez angrier. "You always have time for this we never leave this place, you brute."
"Just shut up and tell me whose life your saving before I kick you out of here." Gonzales placed his hand against his chest and widened his mouth as if he was offended. "Kick me out?! That is impossible! I--" he was cut off acutely, "Gonzales! Just tell me! Please!"
"Alright. Alright. Chill. Okay, so, this crown was made by Taylor. And lil Maribel was wearin' this all about the place like if it was somethin' great and I took it. I am savin' her life! You kno' how Taylor is. He will mess her up. And Scott and Glitterman. Hell, even Anne. But she's the one to trust for now, so… you know… can't be speakin' bad 'bout her yet." His voice was very playful at first. But as he kept talking his voice became much more serious. "Gonzales, don't you think you're a danger to her, too?" Hernandez asked as he put away his magazine and grabbed another one. "What'd you jus' tell me?"
