Then There Were Five

Chapter 10

Chapter 10--Niall

Mikalya stood in her closet, constantly tieing and untieing knots in the scarves that were hung for fashion.  she was never going to wear them, so why not prank the capital citizens and have some fun?

"Niall! Come tie knots with me!"

I laughed, trotting over to her.  We sat in the large walk-in closet, going through all the things that a girl could want, but Mikayla would never need.  There were pearl necklaces and diamond earrings about the room, along with emerald and topaz rings. 

"So, since our trainer blatantly refuses to help us out any, what do you seriously want to do? Strategically?" she asked.

I hadn't really thought seriously about it until now.  I had a plan, but there were so many flaws to it it wasn't even safe.  I figured during the training before hand, we could maily scope out the competition, see who was the strongest, the smartest, and the most clever.  Those were the people that we needed.  Or, maybe someone who was all three.  But there could be flaws in our choosing, and we could end up having this argument over it. Mikayla is like my best friend, so I wouldn't be able to handle a fight with her. That would be too much to me to bear, and I bet she'd feel horrible.

"I honestly don't know." I said. "I really don't understand why our trainer isn't helping us out. Maybe we could just work on the interview part, and maybe our trainer will pull through?" I offered.

She laughed. "I highly doubt our trainer will step up.  But, I do agree we could be working on something."

I looked over the mess we'd made in the closet, and, feeling a bit guilty, decided to pick some of it up.

"What are you doing?" Mikayla asked.

"Just a bit of cleaning," I said, which was completely out of character.  Sort of.

She knocked the clothing from my hands. "We need to get out.  We've been here for too long, and you're going soft on me!" she said with a laugh. She locked her arm with mine, and skipped out, dragging me with her. She let go and flopped down on her bed. "Now, Mr. Niall Horan, what are we gonna do?"

"We should work on our interview," I said.

"Mmmmmm....better not," she said. "I mean, its not OUR responsibility, is it?"

"Yeah," I said. "It kind of is.  I mean, if our trainer doesn't pull through, what the hell are we gonna say? I like to eat?"

She laughed. "Yes!"

I laughed with her. "Okay, BESIDES that.  What else would we say?"

"Let's jsut wing it," she said.  She held out a hand. "Deal?"

"Deal," I said, shaking her small hand.

What was I getting myself into?