Peter laid his throbbing head on his desk, lightly banging it against the wood. Parchment was stroon all across the desk, with ink bottles open, and quills everywhere.
"This isnt happening" he said out loud, still banging his head. "We cant handle a war! We're still recovering from the first one!"
There came a soft knock on the door, and Peter raised his head, blinking a few times. "Come in" he called.
The door handle turned, and his best friend Clare, peaked her head around the corner. Her maple brown hair slid from behind her shoulders, and dangled in loose curls.
Peter laid his head back down on his desk "This is bad Clare. THis is very bad"
Clare stepped into the office gently closing the door behind her "Whats wrong Peter?" she asked, gathering her lavander skirts, running behind his desk. Peter handed her the letter not even lifting his head. Clare opened the golden parchment and read.

King Peter.
We, the Calormen Army, are requesting that you agree to marry our Princess, Aerina Gladril, of Calormen
If you do not agree, we shall be forced to declare war on all of Narnia.
Please send your request as soon as possible. Thank you for your time,and cooperation.
Calormen Council

"Oh Peter!" Clare gasped dropping the letter on the floor.
Peter lifted his head "I cant marry her! I dont love her! I refuse to marry someone i dont love!" he screamed in rage. He stood up knocking all the papers off his desk. He grabbed his stain glass lamp, and raised it above his head ready to throw it across the room. "Peter! Stop!" Clare screamed grabbing the arm that was raised above his head. "Peter, please calm down"
Peter lowered his arm, and set the lamp back on his desk. He let out a shakey breath and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." he said quietly. Clare grabbed his other hand, and pulled his around the desk and set him on the cough across from it. He sat down, laying his head on the sation pillows behind him "I dont want to marry her I dont love her Clare.I cant marry someone i dont love'' he said near tears. Clare crouched down on the floor, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Peter, Love, your King. YOu have to do things you dont want to."
"Well i dont want to be King anymore " he said a few tears escaping his eyes. "I'll turn the throne over to Edmund or someone else."
Clare wiped his tears away, and kissed his forehead. ''There is a solution to everything dear. And im sure Aslan would help you out. Just dont loose faith. Dont loose hope"
Peter looked up at her, his blue eyes glistening with tears, and gave her a small smile "Thanks Clare...your right i guess." he sat up, pulling her off her knees. She sat next to him on the couch, and he wrapped his strong arms around her waste. She hugged him tightly around the neck resting her head on his shoulder. She smiled, playing with the ends of his hair. Peter pulled away and smiled at his best friend. "Thanks again Clare. I couldnt have asked for a better friend." he leaned over and kissed her cheek. The two smiled at each other, their hearts pounding hard against their chests.
"KING PETER! YOUR NEEDED RIGHT AWAY!"
Peter tore his gaze from Clare's and stood. "I'll see you later Clare" he said giving her a smile. Clare nodded smiling back, as she watched him leave the room.

Clare Felton wandered the many halls of the Narnian Castle, Cair Paravel. Clare had lived in Narnia all her life, which had only been 17 years, but in those 17 years she had seen Narnia go through a drastic change in a matter of weeks. For 16 years she had lived under the rule of the White Witch. She had made it always winter, never christmas, never spring nor summer, until that fateful day when two sons of adam and two daughters of eve, made their way into Narnia. They defeated the White Witch, and fufilled the prophecy. Peace had been restored to Narnia, and people had referred to this peaceful time as 'The Golden Age'.

Clare had worked for the White Witch for 16 years of her life, but betrayed her the day she met him. No one knew she had worked for the White Witch, it was a secret she kept deep down inside. She would never tell any of the Pevensie's nor any other Narnian as long as she lived.

Clare sighed as she exited the Castle from a side door, and made her way down to the shore. She loved watching the waves crash against the white sand of the Easter beach. Clare gathered her pale blue skirts and slipped off her mattching slippers, as she entered the water, ankle deep. She dropped her skirts, not caring if they got wet, and stared  out over the ocean, imagining what was beyond the horizon. The wind whipped her brown curls around her face. She felt free, like a bird, and her heart told her she would one day travel from Narnia, just to find what was beyond that same horizon.

Clare felt a hand on her shoulder, and her name being called. She shook herself from her dream like state and turned around. She smiled up at the man that stood before her. His blond hair blowing in the wind, his bright blue eyes shinning, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Clare are you alright?" King Peter asked her. Clare smiled again and nodded "I'm fine Peter."
"You looked very distant. What were you thinking about?"
Clare turned back towards the horizon, and was silent for a moment.
"What do you think is beyond the Horizon Peter?" she asked quietly
Peter thought for a moment, staring at the line where the setting sun met the sea. "Probably a world, where all your dreams came true. A place where people who were meant to be, would be. A place where anything was possible."
"I think id like to go there" Clare said quietly
"Me too." Peter paused for a moment, but then said "Clare, as your best friend and your King, I vow that one day we shall take a ship and sail past the horizon to find what is beyond it"
Clare looked up at Peter and smiled "I'll hold you to that your highness"
A gust of cold wind blew in from over the sea, and Clare shivered.
"Come, its getting chilly." Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. "We don't want you to catch cold."
Clare nodded in agreement and grabbed her slippers, and the two walked back to the castle.

Ok lets try again.
This is a story about a girl named Clare, and a Boy named Peter, who just happenes to be a king (if you havent guessed their in Narnia)
They're best friends, and do everything together. but they hold a secret love that they dont know about. This is absolutly pointless. i'm just in the mood for love lol

Peter sat in his study, surrounded by papers, and the familiar scent of his best friend, and secret love, Clare. She was perched on the edge of his dest helping him sort through papers of forign matters. Archenland and Narnia had been having a few conflicts lately, and he didnt want a war to break out.

"Ugh" he groned, as he laied his head in his arms. "Too much work."
Clare set down the papers she had been sorting, and hopped off the edge of the desk. She grabbed him by the arms. "Come on Peter." she led him to the couch and sat down. Peter sat next to her, and spralled himself across the sofa, laying his head in her lap.
"You work too hard" she said, and began to run her fingers through his hair.
Peter nodded in agreement.
"You need to relax more" Clare said, as she massaged his neck, shoulders.

Peter sat up, smiling. "That felt good"
Clare smiled and climbed behind him. She lightly ran her fingers down his neck and across his shoulders, and began to rub them.
Peter's heart did flip flops and so did hers.

The way she made him feel, was undescribable, and he wished he had the guts to tell her that. The more she rubbed his shoulders the more he wanted to sweep her in his arms, and kiss her, like he had never kissed anyother.
The more he thought about it, the more appealing it became.

He grabbed her hands and gently tugged on them. She tilted her head over his shoulder, and stared at him with her deep blue, questioning eyes.
He leaned in closer, and with out thinking, he kissed her. Long, and passonitly. He held her in his arms tightly, moving his hands around her curves.

Clare cupped his face with her hands, and kissed him feircley. This had been everything she had ever dreamed of and more. With each passing second their kiss was deepened, filled with undenyable love, and passion.

Peter laid down across the couch, and pulled her along with him. Neither of them knew how far it would go, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was that their fantasy's had come true.

You know what? i feel like writing a story.
but i really dont know what about. when i figure it out, i'll tell you

Yse well i'm back to school and let me tell you
The work sucks, but seeing my friends again is way goood

yesterday i saw my friend (not gunna say his name)
but i ran up to him to give him a hug, and he picked me up and spun me around
First time thats ever happened
Made me WAAAAAAAAY happy

lol anywhooo today was horrible
the first part was good. but then i had to go to the god damn dentist. It wasnt a very pleasent visit.
She hurrrttt me. i think i need a kiss to make it better =]chyeah like that'll happen

Anyway thats the least of my problems
i could have screwed up a friendship
my friend kinda told me who he likes, which turned out to be my best friend
so i told her he liked her.
but wheen isaid it, like the whole bus herd.
i was like....fuck man
weither he knows or not, i donnt know. and lets hope he DOESNT

this will be the 3rd time i've done this
i cant keep a secret for more than an hour
i end up telling someone!
i really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut.