A/N: OH MY FLUFF. Guys just- Bla! I know it's a bit late but, 100 reads!? WTF you guys are amazing!! Oh and this chapter is in Peyton's Point of view. It's a bit.....eh.
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I tapped my foot continuously on the wooden floor, of the house I was given in the village. When I came to my old house, I found that my mother was out at the moment.

The humidity of the rain still lingered inside the house from when I entered.

I went over and sat down on the couch. It wasn't as comfortable as I remember it to be, but someone could still sit in it.

The more I thought about it, the more I over reacted. It seemed like Odette wasn't done talking, but I interrupted her anyways.

With all the things I've done so far, I now think of myself as a low life, who depends on women. I want so badly to get rid of that image.

I want so badly to help Odette in some way. But she always has everything handled. She has been faced through thick and thin all by herself.

She even told me that she never even had parents growing up. Only herself, and the people before me who have attempted to save the dragon rase.

She's probably dealt with this before... But I still feel like a total jerk towards her.

I clenched my fists. I need to apologize to her. I really need to... But i can't leave, or there will be a price on head once again.

I sighed and stood up from the half familiar couch. I left the old house an went for the market. I had some money left so why not take a look at what they had.

As I arrived I noticed someone at a stand, which held beautiful strawberry's. I walked over and waited for the person in front of me, to leave.

I started looked at the strawberry's in front of me, when I tossed a glance at the person.

They had long gunmetal black hair, that was tied up in a high ponytail. So I'm guessing it's a she. She wore a white blouse, a leather vest, riding pants, and boots. She also had a bow slung over her shoulder, and a pack of arrows on her back. On her waist, was a sword. And she wore....a....silver....necklace.

I put a hand on their shoulder as they took the strawberry's. They whizzed around.

The first thing I noticed was that familiar spatial like stone, I knew too well.

I looked up to their face to see a pair of brilliant blue eyes. "Peyton...." She breathed.

"Odette... Uh- what are you doing here." She leaned down and picked up a bag, which held another sword.

Only the handle was showing. "I could ask you the same thing." She spoke, her eyes fierce yet sad.

"I- I'm sorry." This took her back.

"What?"

"Odette....I'm sorry... I didn't let you finish, and yet I blew up at you."

"Peyton it's fine...thank you f--" I interrupted her.

"There's more." She tilted her head to the side.

"I'm sorry for making you do all the work. For you always having to save me. For taking grated of your knowledge. For everything. For how I act when I'm angry, sad, or in pain. You are my best friend, and I should trust you, but I act stupidly and shut you out. I'm sorry I acted so angrily towards you when you were only trying to help, I'm sorry... I really am sorry."

That took confidence; it felt as though a huge wait had been lifted from my shoulders.

"...." She didn't say anything, she just stared at me. "My apologies."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"I get upset at you for the stupidest of reasons. I feel as though I shut you out when you need me most. Being your friend has been the highlight of my life. I have my ignorant moments, and you have yours, but sometimes I forget that. My apologies Peyton."

I nodded. For some reason that made me feel better, but I didn't feel bad in the first place.

She smiled at me, and we began to walk away from the stand. I led the way to my old house the in village; that was now technically my new house.

I opened the door and Odette walked in. Her smile grew.

"I remember running into this house 3 years back, and telling you, that you were wanted....it's funny looking back on it..." I smiled at her and sat down in the couch.

"You are indeed right..." I didn't say anymore than that. I felt....strange.... That even though I apologized.... I feel like I need to close off from her...

Like, if I get too close, it'll only end in tears. That I'll just make her feel worse...

I pushed that feeling to the back of my mind, and sighed to myself. "I really am hopeless..." I muttered, causing Odette to laugh.

Shit....Dragon senses....

"Your anything but hopeless Peyton..." She stiffened. "Hey Peyton?"

"Hm?"

"When is the competition for the princesses hand?" I tensed, but then returned to normal.

"I don't know...but I'm planning to throw the match...."

Odette looked at me in disbelief, but then sighed to herself. "Alright, but make it believable.... And don't get caught...alright?"

I nodded my head quickly. That feeling had resurfaced only with another one. That if I go, Something amazing and regrettable will happen....

Again, I push it down and continue talking with Odette; unconsciously slipping into sleep.