The Spaces in Between

We are not friends.

You quickly sat up in your bed and covered your chest with the pillow under your back. "What the hell are you doing in here? Is there no privacy with you?" Anger and tension in your voice.

He regarded you with an unfamiliar smirk and chuckled at your blushing face. You were sure he could tell you were anxious to see him. Pulling your trousers on from under your sheets was a difficult task.

"I just came to bring you an agarga fruit," he moved towards you and pulled a fresh fruit from behind his back, presenting it to you with a half smile, almost waiting for your approval, "I was wondering through the outer rim of the trees and I supposed it would be an appealing breakfast for you." His voice was always so serious, but rarely did you hear this.

You looked at him with suspicion. You thought to yourself that based on your knowledge an agarga fruit only stems from the flowers on miramex trees. They don't fall to the ground, you must climb the miramex tree to retrieve them. It was not a simple task, but they were apparently delicious. You situated yourself to wrap your cloth around your shoulders covering your chest. You retrieved the fruit from his palm.

"Why.. Why would you do this for me?" You glanced up at his eyes in pure curiosity.

"I like to eat better food than what they give us here, and since our conversation went so horribly, I wanted to offer this to you as an accord of sorts." He efficiently bit into his own fruit he retrieved from his pocket.

He was somewhat pompous, immature, and almost childlike. He seemed spoiled in a way that towered over his kindness that made you feel like nothing was ever free that he presented to you.

"You want to be friends?" You were just as confused as ever.

He chuckled again with the same broadening of his dimples and deep throws of his laugh were almost like a song in your ears. It was pleasant to see him laugh. His eyes met back with yours while his chuckle turned into a striking smirk.

"Something like that." And as quickly as you took your first bite, he was gone.

The sun was setting on the east side and your eyes drifted back into your own mind. What does he mean something like that? What an asshole. You had come to the conclusion that Ben was targeting you as competition to become this lines first new Jedi Master. He was always powerful in training, but you were just as strong. It was a known fact that you and Ben were Luke's most accomplished Padawans.

In your thoughts your mind grew exhausted, you lay your head down against the edge of your cot, closing your eyes for just... one... minute...

The sun is at North!

You rolled yourself out of bed onto the floor of your room, you were late for training. You have never been late to anything a day of your life. All of the sudden a ringing stiffened your body and made your head throb in pain.

"What were you dreaming about?" His voice echoed loudly in your head till it cut out all at once.

What the hell was that?

You reclaimed your balance on your feet and sifted your shirt straight and adjusted your trousers, immediately you grabbed your shoes and while tripping, made your way down the corridor towards the temple.

You ran up the stone stairs and into the lavish Jedi Temple. The ceiling grew vines from the corners leaving beautiful leaves balanced perfectly with white flowers. A pool of sacred water sat still in the middle of the sandstone room vibrating with every step. You ran to the group of students hoping Master Luke didn't see you behind the mess of talking.

You reached to your side for your lightsaber. You felt panic arise in your heart.

Shit shit! My lightsabers on my nightstand.