Some people believe that the more you hate a person, the more that you love them. It may seem that you cannot stand their presence, but whenever they are not beside you, you yearn for them. This is to be proven by a young married couple who were for...
"Finally! Time to go home." Grace yawned as she stretched her arms. "Hey Aynie, lets go to our house today. Mom's out so we could watch some DVD's."
"I would love to, but I promised to cook something for Grand'mere." I apologized. I hate doing this to my friends. Maybe if I don't have princess duties, I could spend more time with them. I have an obsession with cutting things and chucking them into a pan.
"No problem! But be prepared because we might get bored and stop by at your place!" Grace said and I chuckled. They almost always do this on their spare time, as both of them just live right next to each other. They would often drop by the palace and bring pizza.
"Sure! But don't forget the pizza." I warned and said goodbye. I whisked out my phone and texted Grand'mere that I'm on my way back (Yes she has a phone. A Samsung Galaxy Note 2 that Harry and I got her for her 57th birthday) then something hit me really hard. On my chest. I put my arm on the spot and yelped in pain.
"Smurfin food! That freakin hurts! Watch where you're going--" I suddenly stopped people around me suddenly stopped talking. What? Is Angelina Jolie standing behind me?
I spun around to see who hit me, and to my surprise, it was my dear good husband.
My other half tells me to apologize, and my other half tells me that I should just glare at him and go.
"Watch where you're going!" He half screamed at me. I looked at him in disbelief. Shouldn't I be the one to shout at him since I'm the victim?
Oh hell no mister.
"EXCUSE me?! Watch where YOU'RE going! Not because you're a prince doesn't mean you can treat me like this!" I exclaimed, but immediately covered my mouth. How could I be such as idiot?I mentally face-palmed myself.
I think I saw all mouth drop the moment I said those words. It's like, I just said Orange is the new Pink, which is like announcing war with the fashion gods. Or it's like saying Jacob is way hotter than Edward in a Bella-Edward fan club. After a few seconds of silence, I heard numerous mouths talk like crazy. blah blah blah.
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"Excuse me? Did you just yell at me?" He said, looking at me with fierce eyes like he's about to eat me alive. Oh sh*t I'm screwed. But, I still decided to act strong and mighty.
"Yes I did. Got a problem with that? Not because you're a prince, doesn't mean you can't be at fault!" I see frustration in his eyes, and before I could react, he was dragging me by the hand to God knows where.
"Where the hell are you taking me?" I said, as I try to get my hands free from his grip. It was throbbing like crazy.
"Shut up Aynie." He said and we entered a laboratory room with science geniuses doing an experiment.
"Out." He told them and they scurried away. I scoffed.
"What was that Aynie! Do you want the other students to hate you? You know that they would, to anyone who talks back to me!" Harry told me as he let go of my throbbing hand.
"Fine I'm sorry! But I still need an apology from you. My chest freakin' hurts!" He chuckled and shook his head.
"Ok. Forgive me, your Majesty." He grinned and smoothed his curly hair. "I really didn't mean to... uhm.. hit your chest."
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"Come on! Atleast say it like you mean it!" I retorted angrily. HE'S GETTING ON MY NERVES.
He better run before I kill him with A FREAKIN' TISSUE PAPER!
"I have never said sorry to anyone in my life, princess. "
"You... you... jerk!"
"A handsome jerk maybe."
"Handsome? Really? That's the best you got? I'm disappointed."
"Well, how about, a jerk who millions of girls adore?"
Seriously. He needs a shrink. I should ask the palace shrink for an appointment.
"I don't know why I ever agreed to marry you."
"Well, don't you feel lucky to have ME as your husband, princess?" There he goes with his "princess" again. It's his little way of pissing me off and he knows it.
"Yep I feel soooo happy. Now if you would excuse me. I have better things to do than to breathe the same air as you." I said and started to walk away when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Be careful of that mouth of yours princess. You don't want to mess with me." He said in a warning tone.
" I think I was born to mess with you."
And with that, I walked with nothing but confidence.
