Adam Parrish (
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I want to feel my heart pounding in my chest
They'd made it sound like a scholarship at first, an honor earned from his intelligence and hard work.
Adam had thought that this was the ticket he'd worked so hard to earn, his entry to the capitol's university. He couldn't imagine what else would summon him--him, Adam Parrish, by name--to the palace.
The reality was baffling and frustrating. He'd spent the past hours being interviewed and tested by an array of officials and tutors who claimed that he was being considered for a position as the prince's companion. It wasn't a position Adam wanted, but everyone so far had emphasized what an honor it was, and Adam's polite, non-confrontational attitude toward authority was deeply ingrained. But he had his pride and his temper, too. He'd refused to open his mouth to let them check his teeth like he was a horse for sale.
After the fifth minister left, evidently satisfied with Adam's intelligence and ambition, Adam paced the room.
This had to stop. Adam didn't want to be here, and he didn't want to play babysitter to the spoiled prince of the kingdom. He had ambitions. He had his place in the university all but guaranteed, as soon as he could save up enough money for his entry. They could take their 'great honor' and stuff it up the prince's ass.
Diatribe ready, Adam whirled on the next person to open the door, ready to tell them just what he thought of their nonsense interviews. He wasn't anticipating a teenage boy his own age. Startled, Adam drew up short, dropping his eyes to the floor. This had to be the prince. And while the kingdom had advanced past the days of public executions, Adam knew that any of the royal family could ruin his prospects permanently if he displeased them.
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He pulls his hand back, but he stands glaring at Ronan for another minute, thinking it through.
He did pass their tests, and he was asked because he's qualified. He got their attention through his merit, and now he has a chance to name his own terms for it. "A scholarship," he agrees. "A real one. With a room in the academy, not the palace. And I'll be your friend for free."
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"A scholarship with room and board at the academy. If we become friends, if we don't, that doesn't have any impact on everything else. You have my word." He offers a hand to Adam to seal the deal.
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"We became friends," Adam says, with a little grin, "when you climbed out that window with me."
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"What about tonight with your dad?"
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"Like the way you flirt, Adam Parrish." Ronan tugs on his hand and heads for the beach. "I liked the way you looked at the water. Beach it is."
Time for Adam to overthink everything, must be a day ending in y.
It makes him wonder, further, if he wants what comes after flirting. If Ronan thinks he's flirting, and Ronan wants more than that, is that something Adam would like? He considers, theoretically, the idea of kissing Ronan. He doesn't feel revulsion at the idea. He doesn't feel much of anything, but he doesn't have enough information to know if he'd like it. People like kissing. He likes Ronan.
Walking with Ronan back toward the beach, Adam's eyes linger on his new friend. Their hands stay linked.
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He decided to stay away from the subject of flirting for now. Adam had gone quiet again.
"What is it you like so much about school? Something you want to be?"
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He helps Ronan gather the wood, carrying an armful of it to a good spot on the beach and starting to build a fire pit.
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