The Crown Prince's Love

"I knew you were lying when you said you were getting a call from Father," Noah's voice sounded behind me. "That was why I said we should come out and see why," Sonnia's voice joined the conversation.

I didn't participate in their discussion and instead stared at the sky, pretending they were not there. "Randy, what's wrong?" Sonnia sounded concerned, and I heard her footsteps heading towards me. "Hey," I felt her cold hands on my shoulder. "Is something bothering you? We are your siblings, and it is..."

Noah's laughter cut her short. "I know what his problem is. He hasn't gotten laid since he joined that prince school two years ago, and I believe that's why he's acting like this. If you want," He placed his hand on my back, "I can hook you up with the girls that I have, or perhaps you are gay?" He teased and then burst into laughter.

"Anything wrong with being gay?" I retorted.

Noah laughed again. "Of course not, brother, but there's no way you're gay. I was teasing you, right?" He asked, and when I didn't respond, he exchanged looks with Sonnia. "Wait... you are..."

"Stop talking," Sonnia nudged him on the shoulder. "Randy, if there's anything wrong, you can tell us! Is this about finding your girlfriend? Have you found someone, or is it Ana? Are you in love with Ana? Is that why you disappeared two years ago?"

I closed my eyes briefly, clenching my fists tightly as I tried to block her voice from my head.

I had never expected that she would make such assumptions.

"Randy!" She shouted my name, snapping her fingers.

"What!" I yelled at her and fluttered my eyes open, my anger getting the best of me, "What the hell is your problem?" I asked her.

"Easy there. We were just worried about you as your siblings," Noah answered on her behalf.

I laughed and then ruffled my hair. "That's the problem with you both. You act as if everything is alright when it's not. Do you think that I am happy being like this?" I screamed yet again and ruffled my hair again. "Why do you all think I want a girlfriend?" I questioned them, and I cut him off when Noah tried to say something.

"And what do you have against gay people?" I pointed towards him. "You go all about disgracing the royal family with your promiscuous attitude! Have you no shame!" "Randy, that's too much. You are..."

I cut Sonnia off before she could finish. "And you always acting as if the whole world revolves around you!? Do you even care about others other than yourself, or are you acting like this because you want me to believe you care?" I said to her and then sighed. "Stop acting as if you care about me. You two didn't care two years ago, and I'm not blaming you, but stop assuming the worst about me!" I said this in a softer tone. "Do you even care about how I'm feeling? Have you ever asked me why I agreed to leave two years ago? Have you?!" I scoffed. "After all, you both think I am perfect because I should be," I chuckled and then hit my chest.

"I am..." I paused as I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "My siblings, whom I shared the womb with, don't even know me that well, and instead, one is against me being gay, and the other kept mentioning things that I don't want to hear." "Randy... I..." Sonnia tried to speak to me, but I stopped her.

"Please don't act as if you care now," I said to her and started walking away, not bothering to turn back even when Noah shouted my name.

I stopped and turned to face him when he attempted to follow me.

"Please, don't follow me," I muttered and continued walking.

I could hear Sonnia burst into tears as I walked away, but it was not like the aching in my heart.

It felt as if someone was tearing my heart apart.

I continued walking, apologizing to those I bumped into while not knowing where I was headed.

The thunder rumbled loudly in the sky, this time, the heavens opened, and the rain fell heavily. People around me started running for cover, but I stood still and looked at the sky, letting the rain pour down on me. "Desmond," I muttered, raising my hand to shield my face.

"Why?" I screamed at the sky.

"Why is Desmond hurting me?" I laughed uncontrollably. "This rain is pouring heavily on me, and another is hurting me repeatedly!" I screamed and held my chest as tears flowed freely alongside the rain. I wanted everyone to see me for who I was. I didn't want anyone to judge me solely because I was the crown prince. I longed to be accepted by my crush.

"Why is Desmond so cruel to me?" I shouted, almost falling to my knees. Then, I felt a hand around my waist.

Despite the smell of the rain, this smell was distinct and unique. My body trembled as he rested his head on my chest.

"Desmond..." I muttered his name, looking up to face him.

"Randy, what are you..."

Before he could finish speaking, I punched him across the face and pushed him away.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I yelled and laughed bitterly. "Have you come here to mock me after kissing your girlfriend?"

He tried to approach me, stretching his hand out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away.

The raindrops felt like icy needles against my skin, but the chill within me ran deeper.

I stood there, drenched and defeated, screaming my frustration into the stormy night.

"Why, Desmond? Are you happy now, seeing me like this?" I yelled.

"It's not what you think," Desmond replied, moving toward me and trying to touch me, but I screamed at him and pushed his hand away.

I stumbled, and the ground seemed to give way beneath me, echoing the instability of my heart.

Desmond's strong arms wrapped around me just before I hit the cold ground.

"Let me go," I tried to push him away, but he held onto my hands, refusing to release me.

"No," He said, hugging me tighter. "I should have known sooner that I wanted you, but the silent treatment between us prevented me from saying anything. Now I've realized it, and I'm sorry." I had no idea what he was apologizing for, and he was right. He needed to apologize to me repeatedly for what he had done to me.

The rain intensified as he lifted my head to face me.

We gazed into each other's eyes, with the streetlight casting a dim glow.

Even though we were soaking wet, we didn't care and continued staring at each other.

Desmond cupped my face, leaned in, and his lips met mine.