Finding Yourself ~ A descendants story

Talking Dog

Grace's POV:

I go to Mal's room, where she was waiting for me. Carlos had requested a truth gummy, so I said I'd help. As I get there, we look to the book together and we make the spell. I look to the small gummy in shock. It looks slightly like a haribo heart, but it's round and glowing.

"Let's go give it to him." I say, she nods and together we walk through the halls. But as we go, many reporters start to rush up to us, asking us annoying questions. We finally get to Carlos' room, and we push the door shut. I lock it while Mal starts pacing back and forth. I hear the TV going in the background, about the same old 'Royal dining, and becoming a Lady of the Court'. Mal looks to it in anger, and she grab the TV remote and aggressively push the button to turn it off. She then goes back to pacing. But then suddenly her head leans back and her eyes turn green. I feel my eyes turn gold and I connect with Mal's magic. I feel her 'pull' leave her, but I can't help but fear that as I pull it from her, does it go into me?

"Whoa, easy girl." Carlos comments from his bed.

"What? You think this is so easy?" Mal asks, yelling in annoyance. "You don't have people taking photos of you, and sticking a camera in your face every time you open your mouth to say 'boo'. I mean, it's not that we could even say 'boo' but, you know..." She trails off.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly.

"Carlos, don't you ever miss screaming at people and just making them run away from you?" Mal asks.

"You're thinking of my mother. And I was usually on the other end of that, so not really." Carlos replies. She sighs and look to the floor, it looks like it's just Mal that is missing our old ways. "Oh, hey. Did you bring it?" We nod and Mal goes to bring it out of the pot, but then we are interrupted by the door opening. Chad makes his way into the room, and closes the door quietly- not turning around to see that we are in here watching him. He does a celebratory move, where he throws up the key and catches it. But as he turns around, he spots us.

"Hi. I just came to use your 3-D printer. Won't be a sec." Chad says.

"How did you get a key to my room?" Carlos asks.

"Oh, I printed it last time I was in here." Chad replies, he sees the confusion on Carlos' face. "You guys were sleeping. Look, I just... Your printer is so much better than mine. When you install all those hacks and everything runs so much smoother than mine."

"Out, Chad!" Carlos orders.

"Fine, fine." Chad says, turning towards the door.

"Chad?" I call. He turns back around.

"What?" He asks.

"Leave the key." I order. Chad huffs and puts the key on the table. Then leaves the room, with an aggressive slam of the door.

"Mal?" Carlos' voice asks, making me turn to see Mal deep in thought. She hums in acknowledgement. "My potion."

"Oh right." She says, taking it out of the pot and holding it up.

"So, this thing will make me say what I really feel to Jane?" Carlos asks.

"Well, it is a truth gummy, so yeah." I explain.

"Perfect." He says. He goes to take it, but Mal stops him.

"Hold on though. Are you sure you want to take this? Because it will make you say the truth all the time, no matter what. The only reason that I'm asking is because I know that if I took this right now, I would be sent right back to the Isle. Not that that sound super unappealing but, you know..." She says, exposing her true thoughts.

"Yeah." Carlos replies. "I'll take my chances, I guess."

"Okay." Mal says, and she lowers her hand to her side, I can tell she is thinking about what she said. Also about how none of her friends, other than me, have noticed what she's truly thinking. But then Dude comes towards Mal, and eats the gummy from her hand. "Oh, bad dog."

"Man, that thing was nasty." Dude says. I gasp, along with the others. "And you? You just gotta man up. And while you're at it, scratch my butt."

"You heard him." I say.

"Scratch his butt." Mal adds, and we turn and walk away.

"Mal, Grace? You're just going to leave me with this?" Carlos asks, but we leave through the door.