Queen

I glanced at the door when I heard a knocking at the hotel door and I looked straight at Syn. He was sitting on the furthest part of the couch from me, but he tilted his head in my direction and raised a brow. "Are you going to pay for that?"

"See I would," I started. "But the way my life is set up right now."

"Get the fuck out of here," Syn whispered as we both laughed softly. He grabbed his wallet from the table and quickly walked to the door. I urged through the channels absentmindedly as I looked at the TV, but I stopped once I landed on a specific channel. There was some random show going on about supernatural creatures getting their bodies done professionally, and it was interesting...to say the least.

Syn closed the door and came back with the food in hand, but slowed when he glanced at the television. "What the hell is this?"

"Some show Cleo watched all the time," I reminisced. I missed her a lot, but I was still pissed about everything. Not only didn't she give me the benefit of the doubt, but she let Cas and Xavier gang up on me like they were her goons or something.

I still hadn't forgiven Syn, so talking to any of them didn't seem likely to happen any time soon. I didn't even plan on talking to Syn much tonight, but we needed to at least be comfortable around one another if we were going to win this thing.

He still hadn't brought up what happened and I just had to assume that he didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to bring it up, but I didn't want to ruin the mood in the room.

He set the pizza boxes down and cringed as he looked up at the screen. "You want to watch people get cut open while we eat?"

I winced and passed him the remote and he graciously accepted it before turning to anything else. When a random move appeared on the screen he set the remote down and looked towards me. Of course, I was as awkward as always and I was looking everywhere but at him.

"Do you want to change?" He asked. I looked at him in confusion until I noticed his eyes on my dress. "I know you need to be comfortable when you eat wings."

"Syn, stop being a weirdo. I don't have clothes with me anyway."

"My suitcase is in the room to the left," he said as he pointed to it. "You can get anything you want."

I nodded before making my way in the direction he showed me and my eyes widened when I flipped on the light switch. I'd even plenty of nice rooms, but this was ELITE. The walls were sleek and looked like they were made of gold.

There was a fresco on the ceiling and in the middle of it, there was a mirror looking straight down at the bed. I looked up at it and began to get dizzy as I slowly spun around. I finally took my eyes off of the mirror to only gasp at the window view. The wall-to-floor ceiling took up the entire wall and there was a carpeted seat that ran along the entire length of the window.

It would be a nice place to read if I wanted to feel like a bad bitch, but I didn't read. Unless it was an...interesting...book. Not that it had to be sexual, but I was always more drawn to this than the other genres. Michelle was definitely right about people loving love. I was one of those people.

"Woah," I said in awe as I sat on the window seat. My face was practically pushed against the glass as I looked down at the city. The underworld had a view, but this was mind-blowing. The air I was breathing in this room alone felt like I should be paying one thousand dollars per second.

"Do you like the view?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Syn leaning on the doorframe and cringed at myself. He was always catching me doing dumb shit.

"It's really nice," I said nervously.

"Do you want it?" He questioned.

"The view?"

"This building," he corrected.

"Oh no," I declined as my eyes lingered on the skyline. "It's alright."

"Hmm," I heard him hum. I finally managed to tear my gaze away from the window and got up to walk to the suitcase.

"This one?" I asked as I pointed at the luggage.

"Do you see any other suitcase?" My smile lightly faltered at his words and I lowered myself to the zipper. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I muttered as I moved my hair out of my face and rummaged through his bag.

"Don't say it's fine if it's not," he said as he walked into the room. He sat down on the bed facing me and leaned forward as I looked for something to wear. "If you don't like that I do something, then tell me."

"That should be a two-way thing," I muttered. "Imagine this, 'hey Queen, I don't like that you're cheating on me', and it all could have been cleared up."

"You're right," he did simply. "Communication has never been our strong suit."

"Definitely not."

"Why is that?" He asked.

I shrugged and glanced at him. "I don't know," I answered. "I used to think I was good at it before I got into a relationship."

"Was it hard with your ex?" He questioned.

I froze as I thought one of his jealousy spells wa going to rain down on me. But as I looked up at him, all I saw was genuine curiosity. "Sebastian?"

"He is your only ex, isn't he? Besides your kindergarten flings," he teased.

"Syn, I hate you," I muttered.

"Good," he said. "But seriously, was it hard with him?"

"No, not really..." I admitted.

"So it's just with me?"

"Yes."

"Oh," he said softly as he looked down at the floor. "I see."

I finally took a grey long sleeve from the pile of clothes and waited for him to say something about the mess I made. When he didn't, I looked back up at him to see him deep in thought and I knew I had to clarify what I had just said to him.

"There was a reason it wasn't hard with him though," I said. He looked back up at me in question and I bit the inside of my cheek. "I wasn't afraid to lose him."

"That made it easy?"

"Well, I never argued with him. I didn't care enough to truly argue against any of his decisions. I thought it was because of love, but looking back at it...it was nothing. We were kids," I explained.

"But?" He prompted.

"But then I met you," I said. "And things just...oof. You annoy me, frustrate me, irritate the fuck out—"

"I get it," he said.

"But the thing is, you make me feel every emotion in the book and I was...I am, terrified to lose you," I said slowly as his eyes landed back on mine. "Because of that, I think that I just can't talk to you. I know it sounds confusing as hell, but in my mind—"

"No, I completely get it," he said. "I feel the same, in a way."

"You do?"

"You're intimidating," he pointed out. I had to hold back my laugh and he shrugged. "It's true. No one has been able to get under my skin the way that you do. The power that you have over me is ridiculous...and gross."

"Hey, why is it gross?"

"I don't like it," he admitted. "I went from feeling nothing to emailing companies that sell pluggy thingies."

"Tampons, Syn," I said with a grimace. "They're called tampons."

"Same difference."

"Why are you emailing them?"

"For you," he answered. "I still don't believe they're healthy and I'm waiting for them to reply to my list of concerns."

"What concerns could you possibly have on women's issues?" I asked in a snarky tone.

"Plenty if they concern you."

"Pfft," I sounded as I shook my head. Either he was extremely smooth or I always managed to set myself. "Have any of them replied?"

"Yes," he said excitedly. "If the string ever breaks and it gets stuck inside you, I learned how to get it out."

"Oh wow."

"No seriously," he said in a determined voice. "I got you. You can be careless sometimes."

"This is so weird," I whispered. "We were talking about communication and now we're discussing removing tampons?"

"Sorry," he said with a small smile. "I get excited when I know stuff that you don't know."

"I know how to remove a tampon if it got stuck, Syn."

"How?"

"Are we really going there?"

"I think we might have to," he said. "You're killing my dreams so it's only fair."

"Umm well," I started as I thought of my next words. "Get a tweezer, a mirror, and just tough it out. You feel me?"

"No," he said as he shook his head quickly. "I don't feel you."

"Why?!" I exclaimed.

"Tweezers, Queen?"

"Is that not what you're supposed to do? I read it somewhere years ago."

"Where? How to stab your pussy 'dot' org?"

"Syn, what the fuck!" I yelled as I burst out into laughter. It was rare that he busted out jokes, but he always managed to be hilarious. Even when he was dead serious...which he was right now. He looked at me in annoyance as I laughed and he patiently waited for me to stop as he clasped his hands together.

"I'll wait," he said.

"You sound like a teacher!" I laughed all over again.

"Well, it seems I have a few things to teach you," he said. After a few moments, I let my laughter die down and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing again. "Are you okay, Princess? Genuinely asking."

"I'm fine," I said weakly as my cheeks ached from the smiling.

"I don't know where you learned that bullshit," he started. "But I'm getting rid of all the tweezers in the palace."

"How do you take it out then?"

"I'll show you if the time ever comes," he muttered.

"What if I'm not around you?"

"Call me."

"What if we're not together?"

"Call me."

"What if like...we're in different realms?"

"Fucking call me," he answered. "No matter the circumstances."

"Even if it's during your wedding or something?" I asked hypothetically.

"Well, I'd hope a tampon isn't stuck in you while we're getting married," he said smoothly.

"Syn, get out," I muttered. I had managed to plant myself in yet another trap somehow. "Anyways, you were saying something about being able to relate to me not being able to talk to you?"

"Yes," he said. "Not that it's happened recently, and it's completely unrelated to what happened with us...but you sometimes tend to overreact when it comes to the shit I do."

"Hmm, you do dumb shit sometimes."

"And so do you, but you don't see me breaking up with you," he said. "As I said, it's something you've grown out of, but my mind is still stuck on the beginning of our relationship. I don't want to say something and you end up leaving me over it because I said it wrong."

"I was really emotional back then," I muttered as I stood up. "I'm a brand new bitch, you know?"

"That's also a bit nerve-wracking."

"How so?"

"I knew everything about the girl I married," he said. "You've changed a lot."

"Is that a part of the reason that you thought I was cheating?" I asked. "Because you think you don't know me anymore?"

"A small part of it," he answered.

"Well," I started. "I'm definitely not the same person. I've grown and I've been through a lot of tough shit without you, Syn. I can't devolve so you can feel more secure."

"I'm not asking you to 'devolve'," he said. "I told you in my vows that I expected you to change. Whether you 'devolve' or 'evolve', I'm still going to be here. I'll just need to 'get with' it," he said.

"So get with it."

"I will," he said. "I promise."

"Okay," I nodded. "Now leave so I can get changed."

"You won't get caught up looking at the view again?" He teased.

"Syn, leave," I said as I pointed to the door. When he stood up, I ushered him to the door and he laughed he looked over his shoulder.

"I'm going to buy this place for you," he said when I finally managed to push him out of the door.

"Right now, I honestly just want you to get me back, Syn," I said seriously. "Worry about the hotel later."

"Understood."

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Author's Note
Look at my babies...doing "communication".😭💕
We're not great yet but😤 baby steps?

Lmk your thoughts✨