Wouldn't You Want to know *discontinued*

So the Journel

Arthur and I ended up only being five minutes late thanks to my amazing motorcycle driving abilities. We're still given lunch detention though but oh well. He not mad at me anymore and that's what counts in my book.

As the day continues on, he starts to get these weird looks on his face every time I look at him. It's starts to worry me as the bell rings. I walk over to him and ask him, "What's wrong?"

Arthur shakes his head at me, "Not here. I'll talk to you when we get home."

With that, we hop on my bike, and I speed home. Every second that passes causes my internal panic to spike even more. I've never seen him like this before. He is really focused on whatever this is, and it's apparently something to do with that damn dragon.

When we get home, we immediately head to my room. He pulls me in and closes the door before giving me a kiss. He then goes onto say, "We need to find your journal."

I look at him in shock, "What?"

Arthur looks back at me, "I have this feeling that the journal is important. I think we should try to find it. I have this feeling that a lot more stuff will make sense to me after we do."

"Hold up. You kiss me and then tell me you want me to find this journal some crazy old dragon who has been locked in your basement for lord knows how long told us to go find. Where is this coming from?" I ask.

He sighs a little, "Well the kiss was to make sure you'd pay attention. Plus, I've been waiting all day to do that. You're just too cute. Secondly, I want you to find the journal if it'll help us with whatever we're supposed to do. I, also, sometimes get these weird visions. They're almost like memories but I don't remember doing anything in them or some of the people. Plus, a while back ago, Morgana dared me to enter into this medieval fair thing and I knew how to sword fight really freaking well without ever being taught. No one could beat me there, and I have no clue how I did it. I want to know why."

I let out a huff of air, "Okay. I understand your reason but have two issues. I haven't been able to figure out the riddle 'I' left behind and from what I have figured out it's in Britain. How do you expect us to get to Britain?"

Arthur looks at me with hope and asks, "If I can get you to Britain, will you try?"

I let out a sigh and agree, "Yes."

He jumps a little in joy. "YAY!" Then he calms down some before saying, "Alright I'll convince my dad to take us on vacation there. You figure out the riddle."

I chuckle, "Okay, okay. Can we cuddle now before we have to go to dinner?"

He goes and jumps on my bed. As I walk over, he opens his arms to invite me into them. I smile softly as I settle in them. This is the calm before the storm I think to myself.