Chapter 36- Friendly Advice

                                    

                                          
A/N: This is by far my favorite picture I've done so far. I'm proud of it. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
                          


                          
***Freed's p.o.v***
                          
I sipped my morning coffee within Rachel's kitchen leaning against the counter. 'I wonder what I should do today?' I thought to myself. 
                          
I heard some giggling and turned towards the door. Not a moment later, Rachel opened the door with Prism flying in behind her. They giggled to each other as they laughed over something between them. I smiled at that. 
                          
They stopped giggling when they noticed me. "Oh! Good morning Freed," Rachel greeted me. 
                          
I nodded back in response. 
                          
"I'm going to go get ready for the day. Prism, why don't you stay down here?" Rachel suggested to Prism. 
                          
Prism nodded as Rachel disappeared up the stairs. 
                          
After Rachel left, Prism flew over to me and landed beside me on the counter. 
                          
"Rachel sure does get up early. I'm surprised Rachel doesn't sleep in from time to time. In fact, does she ever sleep in?" I asked Prism. 
                          
Prism sighs, hooting a response, "It's not her fault. From a young age she was forced to get up early. Whether it was to work for her parents or training with Valenzula, or even back when she was in hiding. She's always gotten up early. Her bodies just used to it. Although, nowadays, it's her nightmares that keep her awake more than anything. Sometimes, it's a wonder she gets any sleep at all."
                          
I gazed at the stairs, tightening my grip around my coffee mug. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked her worriedly. It's hard to miss her nightmares every night. 
                          
"She doesn't want help because she believes that she needs to solve her own problems to prove to herself that she is ok, even though she is far from it. So she doesn't want to burden others with her problems, despite how much she really needs the help. The best thing you could do for her is be there and comfort her. No matter what she says, she needs help. She's been fighting this for too long and losing," Prism hoots with a sigh. 
                          
I was silent thinking over everything Prism had just told me. 
                          
"You should tell her," Prism hoots out. 
                          
I jolted out of my thoughts at Prism's statement. 
                          
"Wha?" I questioned, unsure of what she was asking. 
                          
"You should tell her how you feel about her," Prism repeats. 
                          
I widened my eyes as I gazed at her. 
                          
Prism chuckles, "Don't worry, she doesn't know. She's completely oblivious in that regard, but still you should tell her."
                          
"I don't want to ruin my friendship with her. If she says no, we could never talk again and I don't want that," I responded sadly with a sigh, staring down at my coffee. 
                          
Prism scoffs, "Rachel's not that type of person. If she says no, she'll still want to be your friend. She values her friendships and doesn't want to lose them. You don't have to worry about that." 
                          
"Well I-"
                          
"Alright Prism. I'm ready to go," Rachel shouted as she came down the stairs, effectively stopping me mid-sentence. 
                          
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" Rachel asks upset, as she walked over, looking between us. 
                          
I shook my head. "No, your fine. It was nothing important," I told her as Prism scoffed.