Childhood Pals

Chapter 3: School

The next day, Mon-El groaned as Kara called him up early.

"Why do we have to wake up now?" Mon-El tossed in his bed. Kara sighed, pulling him out of the bed, "Because there's school!"

Mon-El frowned, "Your parents don't homeschool you so you wake up early?"

Kara nodded, "Yes. Now get up or I'm leaving without you."

Mon-El, scared of being left alone (or being away from Kara), jumped out of bed and dashed to the washroom.

"Hey! I was up first!" Kara rammed her fists into the door.

"First come, first serve, Princess!" Mon-El called back.

"Just hurry up!" Kara was pissed.

When Mon-El exited, he wore the finest Daxamite robes, smiling.

"You're wearing that to school?" Kara stifled a laugh. Mon-El shrugged, "This is my casual wear, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. You'll just be judged as we don't wear anything too "fancy"," Kara said, turning her laugh into a cough.

Mon-El groaned, as he pulled out his more decent clothing, before Kara dashed into the washroom closed the door behind her. She hurriedly washed up, washing her face and brushing her teeth before getting dressed in her usual attire. Mon-El had begun pounding on the door, as Kara opened it to a surprised Mon-El, "You're very fast."

"Habits," Kara shrugged it off as Mon-El took note of what she wore. A knee-length blue dress. Kara noticed the young prince gawking at her so she cleared her throat, "Mon-El?"

He snapped out of his reverie as she signaled to him that the bathroom door was open and that it was vacant. She could have sworn she saw him blush as red as a tomato as he stepped in to change. When he came out, Kara looked him over. He was definitely more presentable. As the two children finally made their way to the dining room, Alura smiled at them, signalling for the meals to be brought out.

"Good morning, Mother, Father. Good morning, Queen Rhea, King Lar Gand," Kara greeted as she pulled her chair out to be seated.

"Good morning, Kara," the four adults chorused, before there was silence as everyone sat there, eating.

It was Queen Rhea that broke the silence, "Kara is a very respectful girl, Alura. Mon-El, learn to be more like Kara, please."

Kara blushed at the compliment, as Alura thanked Rhea gratefully. Mon-El, on the other hand, folded his arms and frowned, "Moooom!"

As Mon-El stuck out his tongue towards his mother, Kara giggled. Upon hearing her voice, Mon-El stopped sharp and mumbled, "Sorry..."

Alura noticed Mon-El's reaction and suspected that it had something to do with her daughter. He seemed upset and looked like he was trying to please Kara. He was trying very hard to make a good impression on her.

"So, Prince Mon-El, I've noticed that you're spending a lot of time with my daughter recently. What do you think of her?" Alura questioned, causing Zor-El's head to jerk up in response.

"Dear, I don't think that's very appropriate to ask our guests," he said through his teeth, so soft that only his wife, who was sitting beside him, could hear.

"Mon-El?" Rhea glanced at her son, who was looking slightly uncomfortable. He shifted about in his seat, and Kara took note, "Mon-El doesn't have to answer that, Mom. We've been hanging out because you told me to give him a tour."

Alura nodded, but Rhea did not seem satisfied, "Mon-El? Who allowed you to address my son using his first name?"

"I allowed her, Mom," Mon-El looked at the Kryptonian girl and flashed her an awkward but bright smile.