Charles caught notice of my unamused look. He placed a heavy hand on my shoulder and sighed. "What happened, Prince Victor?" I opened my mouth, ready to tell Charles what just happened but stopped before I did.

"It's nothing." I shrugged his tan hand off of me and proceeded forward.

"Is it about your friend?" I told Charles everything. He was like my best friend in a way. Things I couldn't tell my father I would tell him. It used to be my mom who I would tell everything to, but she died when I was younger. With my dad being emotionally unavailable, I always ended up leaning on Charles for support.

"No, nothing is the matter." I could see how bemused Charles was, but I think he didn't want to press much longer.

"Well, if anything happened you can always tell me." But I can't. Not this.

"Thank you." I simply nodded and walked to my dorm where I threw myself on my bed. "A first friend," I began. "And he's a Red?" I played with the bedsheets letting out a loud exhale every time I thought back to Mykie. Mykie the Red.

Is that even his name? How do I know if anything that we have ever talked about is true? Why does he have to be a Red?

I was pulling my hair at that point, stressing over the fact that there was a Red in the kingdom and the Red was Mykie. I almost wanted to run back to his hotel and yell random things at him just to relieve this feeling. I hated how Mykie was a Red and I hated how being a Red was so bad.

"I can't even tell anyone." I desperately wanted to stand on the tallest mountain and yell everything that just happened. "This sucks."

The following day I marched back to the hotel Mykie was staying at and stood at the front desk. Mandy looked at me quite confused then ran her finger down the guest book.

"Did Mykie not tell you?" She questioned. "He left for his new apartment just a few hours ago." I let out a loud and aggressive exhale which frightened the lady.

"No, he didn't. Do you happen to know what apartment he is staying at?" Mandy nodded and pulled out a small piece of paper and began to write the name of the apartment complex with girly swirls.

"Indixous Cove." She smiled with her slightly crooked teeth. "That's the complex. Where it's at? I'm not sure." Mandy bowed to me while I ran out of the very rundown hotel. It was weird that he chose to stay at that specific hotel, but I guess it was the cheapest he could afford.

I looked at all of the signs finally finding my way to the correct apartment.

"Prince Victor? What brings you here?" A sweet-looking older lady asked me while standing up.

"I think someone I know is staying here, and I wanted to see him." The lady right away knew who I was talking about and started to look at a list.

"Mykie, I presume?" I nodded my head. "I figured. He's the only kid here. The poor boy living by himself, ah, I shouldn't hold you back. It's apartment number 24b, he should still be there." I thanked the elderly lady and walked to the flight of stairs that led to the respective area.

The complex was not good looking at all. It looked more like a retirement home than anything. In fact, it reeked of the elderly. I ringed for Mykie who took a while to open the door. And when he saw me, he almost slammed the door on my face. The green-haired boy reluctantly let me inside then softly closed the door behind him.

"This is your new place?" I asked while strolling around. I had never been, seen, or lived in an apartment so I wasn't sure, but it came with all of the basic necessities.

"Uh, yeah." I seemed to make Mykie uncomfortable, which should be the complete opposite. I'm the one that should be scared of him. He's a Red!

"I didn't know you found a place," I said while examining the whole area.

"Well, I didn't really get the chance to tell you because of the whole hair situation." I looked back at Mykie then smiled at him.

"So, Mykie." I slowly walked towards Mykie who watched my every step. "Is that even your real name? I can't be so sure now."

"No, that's my real name. Mykie. M-Y-K-I-E." He spelled his name out in a nervous manner.

"Cool, okay, just making sure." I stopped about three feet away from him and shoved my hands in my pant pocket. "If we want this relationship to work we can't have any secrets." I must have worded that wrong because Mykie furrowed his dyed green eyebrows like he was weirded out. "You can't keep secrets from me nor can you lie to me. Is that understandable?" I spoke with my authoritative voice. I never needed to use that tone because I never needed to command anyone.

"Yeah, I guess it is." He stuttered just like when we first met.

"Good and that goes the same with me. I won't keep any secrets from you." Mykie's flat had a small red loveseat which I sat on. "All of this stuff was already here?" I asked the boy.

"Yeah, the landlords let me have this furniture since no one was using it. It's pretty old but it's better than nothing. It's not like I can buy anything myself. I hardly have any money." I peered at Mykie, who was poking his fingers together.

"Makes sense." Everything in there was worn down and matched the aesthetic of a retirement home. The carpet was floral and so were the curtains. The other furniture looked like it had been there for over forty years. Everything just looked old, but Mykie didn't seem to mind. "The lady said you're the only kid living here. Won't you be lonely?"

"As I said, I don't have a lot of money. I can't afford a nice fancy apartment with kids my age. This was the cheapest one I could find."

"You should have just let me helped. You would of most definitely had gotten a discount." Mykie frowned making me let out a loud laugh.

This is how it should be. This is how we should act.

"No, I'm all good on my own." He said as if he was trying to convince himself more than me.

"Whenever you're in a pickle I can help. I am the prince and all." Mykie slightly rolled his hazel eyes at me.

"I'll be fine. I am very capable of caring for myself." Mykie folded his thin arms over his chest like he was trying to prove a point.

"Well, of course, you are." I stood up making the boy flinch. "You should grow your hair out." I blurted. If I was anyone else, that would have made me embarrassed. But being a Blue and all, embarrassment is not a feeling you have. I guess it's a perk of being royalty.

"Why? It's not like anyone will see it. Plus it'll make it harder to wear a wig." I shrugged my shoulder because he was right.

"I guess, but short hair doesn't suit you. I think you will look better with longer hair. Maybe like what your wig is now, but a little longer." I said while gesturing to his head.

"How often are you going to see me wig-less?" He questioned while crossing his arms.

"I don't know. Pretty often," I said while pulling off his bright green wig making him cover himself. "To be honest, you don't suit a Green. Maybe an Orange, but definitely not a Green." I dropped the wig on the floor while Mykie watched as I did so. "I guess you don't suit a Red either." I reached my hand towards the Red's hair but he just simply pushed my hand out of the way.

"I guess I don't." The boy walked past me and into what was presumed to be the living room. The walls were a dusty yellow color and there was nothing in there other than the love seat and a tall lamp.

"I still think you are a very interesting guy," I smirked then positioned myself so I was facing Mykie. "Even more interesting than before. It's like the holes in the box got even smaller." I motioned my hands into a box shape.

"Is being called a box a good thing?" Mykie asked me in a very innocent tone. "Being called a square isn't good, so is being called a box a good thing?" I slightly laughed at the Red who was standing in a thinking position.

"Yeah, being called a box is a good thing." The Red tousled the little hair he had with a muddled expression.

"Don't you think you shouldn't be doing this?" He asked while replaying everything. "I mean, do you think you should be hanging out with me?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Well, in this kingdom, Reds are banned, and the people who decided that are the Blues, and you're a Blue. Don't you think that is wrong?" I couldn't tell who he was worried about more. Was it me, the Prince who befriended a Red that he was worried about? Or was it him being in this kingdom that worried him?

"I think it will be fine. They can say whatever they want about me, and if they want to get to you, they have to go through me first."