Complicated - Bianca Gray (top ebook reader .txt) 📗

to Katie and my mother and headed up the stairs. I opened the door to my room and there was Drew. He was sitting on the side of my bed so perfectly. He was hardly using any space at all. I smiled at him. I already had my pajamas on anyway so there was no trouble. I sat next to him. I, then, lay down on my stomach. He lay down as well only on his back. Something seemed to be bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. His fingers raked through his golden hair.
“You don’t really have to go through the motions. You don’t really have to put my mother’s hopes up,” said Drew. “You could just say no.”
“What?” I said.
“I know you don’t want to go see the polar bears and just go suicide,” said Drew.
“Drew, I really don’t know. I’m not trying to put Katie’s-I mean your mother’s hopes up. I might say yes,” I said. He was really leading me into saying yes, I thought angrily.
“So you might say yes?” he asked, confused.
“Yes, I might,” I said.
“You don’t understand, Sam. They thirst on power. They would see you and would want your power. You might not have the strength to stop them,” said Drew scared.
“You never know,” I said.
“I know that you are too good to lose, Sam. Don’t you know that? You are the heir to the throne. Your mother couldn’t rule as well so she let her husband rule but you can lead. If you die, there is no one that can step up to take your place. Your mother is tired of ruling. She wants to do something else. And you’re the only person I have ever loved,” he said. I looked at him. His sapphire eyes searching mine with sadness. I looked away.
“If my hypothesis is correct-,” I started to say.
“What if it isn’t?” asked Drew.
“Let me continue,” I said.
“Go on,” said Drew. I knew it would take a lot to change his mind. He even crossed his arms for effect. It worked.
“If my hypothesis is correct, and my father is the son of the Dark Lord, then my father didn’t really die. He couldn’t. Just as my mother has told me all my life is that my father was kidnapped. Only by his own father and if this is the work of the Dark Lord, which is my Grandfather, then it can only mean that one person can stop it. Since my father has been held captive for eight years, either that or has died and now has to live with his father, because his father raised him from the dead, then he can’t do it, but I can. If my father is with his father or my Grandfather somehow sees the resemblance to my father, then I could put a stop to it all. Katie- I mean your mother- says that polar bears are evil. Who else is evil?” I asked.
“The Dark Lord,” whispered Drew.
“Exactly,” I said finally happy that he understands my point of view.
“It also means that your mother could have possibly been thinking the same thing,” I said. Drew rubbed his temples as though he was thinking.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
“C’mon! You can come too if that makes you feel any better,” I told him. He smiled.
“Very,” he said and then cradled my face in his hands and kissed me. I saw fireworks beneath my eyelids but the kiss only lasted a second because I felt a sort of electric shock. Drew felt it too but the shock wasn’t like shuffling around in your socks and touching someone, it was more like a good kind of shock. It’s too difficult to explain. We both pulled apart immediately.
“Oh,” I whispered. Drew just looked at me. He stared at me kind of strangely.
“Did you know that was my first kiss ever?” I told him, my cheeks burning up. Why did I blurt that out? Drew’s eyes were laughing.
“Really?” he looked surprised, “I thought that all the guys would’ve been after you.” I laughed and hit him with a pillow.
The next morning, I woke up to Drew’s soft breathing. Oh my god, I thought, I had my first kiss last night! It was the best kiss ever. I tried to quietly get out of bed. I made a whole lot of noise instead. Drew grabbed my arm really tight and woke up.
“Oops, sorry. I thought you were some kind of burglar,” he said and let go of my arm.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I grumbled.
“You did a perfect job at that,” said Drew and then he laughed. He was still laughing when we came down the stairs for breakfast. I kicked him and he stopped laughing but he was hysterical with giggles now. I groaned.
“Come here you love birds,” said Katie. I sat right next to Katie and across Drew. He frowned as though he was upset that I didn’t sit next to him but then he brushed it off.
“Katie, I have something to tell you,” I said. Katie was already jumping for joy.
“Let me guess, you already know,” I grumbled.
“How can I not know when it is everywhere in your head? You should listen to it once in a while,” said Katie laughing.
“What?” asked my mother.
“Sam is going to the North Pole. I told you she would say yes,” said Katie. They stuck their tongues out to each other and then laughed. They definitely acted like children. Children with children. Weird.


Chapter 5
The Broom


“I’m just so happy. You don’t know how much this means to me,” said Katie.
“No, I don’t know why you’re so happy. It makes no sense to me,” I said still trying to pack but it’s hard to pack when your going to be mother in law keeps talking about how great it is that you’re going to save the world. In other words, when your going to be mother in law keeps talking about how great your going suicide. Yep, isn’t that great. Katie frowned at me. I forgot she could hear my thoughts without trying. Great.
“This isn’t suicide. This is helping every witch, warlock, ghoul, ghost, troll, dwarves, vampires-,” said Katie.
“I get it,” I said. She frowned at me.
“Who told you that this was suicide anyway? Was it Drew? I knew I should have raised him better. Maybe you shouldn’t marry him if he keeps telling you lies,” said Katie. Why wouldn’t she want him to? I am the princess, practically queen. She scowled at me.
“You think I would want him to marry you just because you’re a princess? Baloney!” she spat.
“I don’t think of YOU that way, it’s just,” I stumbled for words. She raised her hand.
“I get it,” she said. Katie is very impatient when she wants to be because there she was tapping her foot and looking at her watch every 10 seconds.
“Are you ready yet?” she asked impatiently still tapping her foot and checking her watch.
“Do you know how long we’re going to be there?” I asked angrily.
“Well, you don’t need to get snippy,” she said. She picked up my favorite pajama shirt.
“You’ll need something warmer,” she said frowning at my pajama shirt. I snatched it away from her.
“It’s the warmest shirt I got,” I said. She snapped her fingers and out came the warmest shirt I have ever felt out of thin air. She folded it up in a flash and by 1 millisecond it was already in my suitcase. She closed my suitcase easily and picked it up.
“Let’s go!” she cried impatiently.
“When does our flight leave?” I asked. She just stared at me.
“You think we’re riding an airplane huh? You know, we’ll never get to the North Pole fast enough by airplane,” she said.
“What’s faster than an airplane?” I asked. She picked up a broom. I shook my head.
“Oh no. I can’t fly! “ I cried frantically. She glanced at me.
“Well you’re going to have to,” she said.
“In the middle of the day? You know people could look up and see us,” I said. She looked at me like I was crazy.
“You really think we fly that low?” she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I felt hands rubbing my shoulders. I looked up and saw Drew. I immediately felt better.
“Don’t worry, Sam. My mother and I will be right next to you at all times. We won’t let you fall, I promise,” said Drew. I just looked up at his beautiful gem like eyes and nodded. He laughed.
“Drew don’t hypnotize her. Oh, here’s your broom,” said Katie. The broom jumped out of her hand and started talking. I was startled.
“OMG!! OMG!! I can’t believe I get to serve the princess!! The immediate heir to the throne!! Wait until I tell everyone at the store!! I’m the PRINCESS’S broom!!!!! OMG!! OMG!!!!! It is, like, so nice to meet you!! I just can’t believe it!! This must be a dream!! Someone PINCH ME!!” screamed the broom. I jumped a little by how loud her voice was. Katie and Drew were just laughing. I looked at my mother and she was laughing too.
“How do you pinch a broom?” I asked it.
“I didn’t mean it literally,” she said. I put out my hand in an attempt to shake hands but then I slowly put it back to my side.
“Um, my name is-,” I started to say.
“OH!! EVERYONE knows YOUR name!! It’s SAMANTHIA right?? It is isn’t it? Am I right or not?” said the broom.
“You’re right but you can call me Sam,” I said.
“SSSAAAMMMM!! IT SOUNDS LIKE WE’RE FRIENDS ALREADY!!! LOOOOVVVEE IT!!!!” screamed the broom. I closed my ears.
“Do brooms always talk this way?” I asked Katie. Before she could answer, the broom interrupted.
“OH not EVERY broom. Only me. OOOOO!!! WHAT’S THIS??” said the broom flying up and hitting the crystal chandelier. It somehow came off the chain and crashed onto the floor. Drew immediately stepped in front of me so none of the shards could hurt me. We all scowled at her.
“SORRY!! What’s this room for??” said the broom flying into the kitchen. All we heard for the next five minutes was pots and pans falling.
“SORRY!! OOOO!! WHAT’S THIS??” she tapped on the marble stairs.
“OW!! I chipped!!!!” she said. She waved the top of the broom, motioning it around us.
“HELLO?? I CHIPPED!! ISN’T ANYONE GOING TO FIX IT??” asked the broom. She stared at us. At least, I think she stared at us. I didn’t see any eyes. Suddenly, she flew up to my face.
“I WONDER WHAT’S INSIDE YOUR HEAD!!” she said and hit my head way too hard.
“OW!!” I screamed.
“SORRY!!” said the broom. I turned to face Katie.
“Did you get the most hyper broom there?” I asked angrily.
“Aw, c’mon now. She’s just exploring. I’m sure she’ll pipe down soon,” she said. I groaned. The broom flew up to my face again.
“OOPS!! I FORGOT MY MANNERS!!” said the broom.
“Brooms have manners?” I whispered to Drew. Drew shrugged.
“Yes THEY DO!! MY NAME IS BROOM # 555678,” said the broom.
“Nice name,” I said sarcastically.
“I WANT A DIFFERENT ONE!” wailed the broom. “Name me PLEASE!!”
“Okay, how about, um, hyper?” I said.
“NO!! That’s UGLY!! I know!! HOW ABOUT AQUA??” said the broom.
“Aqua it is,” I said. If brooms could smile