It's been a couple of days since discovering the existence of trolls. Tonight, Mom had to work late, so Draal and Jim decided to train. It wasn't long before Jim was on the ground complaining that he broke his butt.

        Over the past few days, I've felt extremely self-conscious knowing that Draal was in the basement practically 24/7 and even more so when Jim goes to school and Mom heads to work which meant that I had to be alone with him. I could tell Draal was also uneasy about this, so I tried to lessen the tension by teaching him a couple board games. I learned very quickly that Draal is not the best with chess and he accidentally ripped apart the board game Sorry: the Sweet Game of Revenge.

        "Were this an actual battle, Trollhunter, you would have just been deprived of your right leg, three fingers, and your gronk-nuks." Draal said.

        "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little distracted tonight." Jim apologized. What would have him so distracted? He got up and continued fighting.

        "Bular will use your distraction as an opportunity to cleave your head from your shoulders." Draal explained.

        "Oh." Jim said.

        "What has you distracted this night?" Draal wondered helping Jim up.

        "You wouldn't understand." Jim said.

        Suddenly, he was flipped backward by Draal and pinned to the ground, "I am the son of the former Trollhunter, Trollhunter."

        "I'm a little preoccupied about kissing Claire." Jim confessed. I burst out laughing,

        "The Nunez girl? The same Nunez girl who's house you and Toby completely messed up?" I wondered not really believing it. Jim glared at me and responded,

        "I did not destroy her house. Her baby brother, who's a changling by the way, did."

        "I do not understand." Draal said.

        "The school play, Romeo and Juliet. We're rehearsing the kissing scene and I have to kiss her tomorrow." Jim explained.

        "I didn't know that you were in the school play or the fact that you got the part of Romeo. Congrats, bro." I teased, but I was also proud of him too. He's had a crush on Claire for ages. Maybe this play will help give my brother the courage to ask her out. Jim simply gave me his 'not helpful' face.

        "Kissing? What is this kissing?" Draal wondered. Oh boy. I can't wait to hear how Jim explains this.

        "When two people like each other, they put their mouths together, and depending on how much you like them, the longer the kiss. Sometimes for hours." Jim explained. Draal groaned,

        "Disgusting. Killing sounds easier." I chuckled and Draal turned to me.

        "Have you ever been... kissed?" He questioned. Now, it was my turn to be embarrassed.

        "I have kissed someone before. My old boyfriend, Nate Burnham, but we broke up a couple years ago." I admitted. We started dating during our freshman year, but it ended during my freshman year of college. One day, I went to go visit him at his college. I didn't tell him I was visiting because I wanted to surprise him. When I got there, I caught him kissing another girl. We broke up.

        Jim knew I didn't like talking about him, so switched the topic back to the original, "Draal, Monica, I really like her. If I blow our first kiss, I might not a get a second or a third."

        "You're afraid." Draal concluded.

        "I know, I know. The first rule, always be afraid. But, that's with Trolls, not girls. Girls, are, like, the opposite of Trolls." Jim explained.

        "Hmm. I once had similar stirrings for an Impure. I know of something that may help. If these 'girls' require you to not be afraid, then you need a Grit-Shaka." Draal said.

        "Hello, girl right here people." I reminded them, but, of course, they ignored me. Typical.       

        "Is that a protein shake?" Jim wondered.

        "A Grit-Shaka used by the Gumm-Gumms. If you where it, it banishes all cowardice. Makes you fierce and ready for battle." Draal explained.

        "Hmm. You wouldn't happen to have one of these, would you?" Jim asked. This was not going to end well, but Jim promised me he wouldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary.