3.MY NAME IS ADORIA

THIRD POV.

27th May 1992.

It's been a week since I last saw him and I am getting more anxious than ever. I have tried to sneak out and go see Ayana but I can't with everyone always watching.

My obsession with Lancelot just keeps growing. I had no idea someone could want someone that much. With him in my mind, my days seem to be filled with happiness.

Does he want me or does he not?

Adoria,

With love.

ADORIA'S POV.

That is the only question in my mind. Am scared that he won't like me that much but I don't think he can break my heart.

As the sun sets it spreads down towards the mountains as a cold breeze hits me and I realize that I do not have a sweater on.

I stand up and ggo inside to find something when I hear a car pull up in the driveway I don't bother to go check since am sure it's my father.

I go back outside and continue writing my journal as I soak in the sight of the sun setting. I hear the doorknob in my room rattle and wonder what it is Lincoln wants.

"Lincoln ", I shout his name but there is no answer so I stand up to you and check and met with someone else.

"Am sorry I didn't mean to come to your room, I was looking for the washrooms", says Lancelot.

Was it possible for someone to look hotter than they looked the last time you saw them?

At that moment he was enchanting with his hair held up in a ponytail.

"It's fine you couldn't have known you can just use mine ", I tell him as I point in the direction of the bathroom.

"Thank you", he says and turns his back as he heads to the bathroom.

I look at my outfit and am disappointed. How could he be into me if I wore a twelve-year-old My Christmas pajamas didn't make me look sexy, they just made me look like a child.

I had thought of changing and wearing something sexy but then again he would notice and it would come off like am trying too much.

My intrusive thoughts are interrupted as he opens the bathroom door.

I stand there looking at him like some lost puppy waiting for him to say something until I realize he had not come looking for me to say something but to look for the washroom.

I looked stupid.

"Okay thank you let me head back down before your brother thinks am hitting on you ", he says chuckling.

"That wouldn't be too bad right ?", I catch myself saying and he smirks at me.

"Aren't you like twelve ?" he asks as he folds his hands.

"Is that supposed to be a joke?", I ask him offended.

" You aren't laughing so obviously it wasn't ", he says.

" Ooh right so how about you move along before someone thinks you're hitting on me I wouldn't want them to think that ", I say as I fold my hands like he has and stares at him.

" Why don't you think am attractive ", he says as he walks towards where am standing.

It takes all the strength in me not to reach up to his face and stroke it. As I crane my neck to look up at him I fold completely.

He was too hot.

" Naahh I don't think you're attractive you're not my type ", I say as I gulp and wonder where I got the strength.

"Oh really then why has your breathing changed ?", he asks as his hands stroke my face and he pushes the hair from my face.

"No, it hasn't you're just being delusional ", I say trying to compose myself.

" Okay if you say so, I think you look hot with your hair up you should wear it like that more often ", he says as he scoops a bunch of my hair trying to put it in a ponytail.

I lose all my senses then because there was nothing I had in mind to say. I look at his lips and he notices me staring at them and he chuckles.

"I thought you said you didn't find me attractive ", he says as his finger traces my lower lips.

"And I thought you said I look like a twelve-year-old ", I say as I look into his eyes and at that moment he lowers his face as his lips brush with mine.

"I don't remember saying that ", he says as his lips collided with mine.

I can feel the goosebumps on my body as my lips move in sync with him. I gasp as he forces his tongue into my mouth.

It's like everything is spinning and am just floating. His hand grabs my neck and I let out a sound that is unfamiliar to me and I can hear him cursing in between the kiss.

My hands grab him by the neck as the kiss deepens and I start running out of breath

He stops kissing me all of a sudden and then downs to me what we have done. Those thoughts leave out the window immediately as his hand brushes my lower lips again making me crave for more.

"I think you should go they might be wondering where you are ", I say as I move back away from him.

"Yeah I should go, uh thanks ", he says and is a bit hurt because I have no idea what he is thanking me for.

"What for ?", I ask him.

"For the washroom ", he says as he unties the band that was holding his hair up in a ponytail and I can't figure out which style suits him better.

"You already thanked me remember ", I say chuckling.

"Yeah my bad ", he says as he steps closer to me and takes hold of my hair.

"What are you doing ?", I ask him confused.

"Tying your hair up ", he says and I just shut up and let him continue doing his thing.

I can't tell him that his doing that made my stomach do flip-flops It would make me look like a child to him but I couldn't deny it made me feel nice.

"There ", he says as he stands for a moment to look at me and turns to leave when he suddenly stops.

"Remind me your name again ", he says as he looks at me.

"Adoria, my name is Adoria ", I say as I force a smile.