"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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"Are those contacts or are they real?" I critically hold a finger to his face. He sighs, then slowly lifts his hand to touch his pupil. I hold my breath. How are people able to do that without poking their eyeballs out?
"See? As real as it gets"
So, he has really, really cool blue eyes that remind me of the beach on a hot summer day and a personality that makes you wanna talk to him forever.
He really won in life.
"Royce, I thought I asked you to do something" I now notice Zane near the door, leaning against it's frame, his eyes glued to me as he speaks.
"Right" Royce gets up and leaves the room, giving me a little wave last minute. Zane doesn't move a muscle as his green eyes bore into mine.
"You staying there for the rest of eternity or are we gonna have a movie night?" I yawn, reaching out for the Icee on my bedside table.
"Actually, I was thinking...." He steps into the room and walks around the bed that I'm currently seated on. My arm still hurts, but it's much better than day one.
Oh, I still remember the agonizing pain. It was unbearable. It's been about two weeks now, and everything feels better.
"You were thinking?" I raise my eyebrows at him. Zane shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets. "I was thinking we should go out"
"Like, on a date?"
He chuckles lowly, then meets my eyes, a glint of mischief on his face. "I guess"
"Okay" I step off of the bed and to my closet. Yes, I have my own corner closet in his room and I'm proud of it. It has the cutest clothes, his choice, and jeans that I would marry if I could.
I walk into the bathroom to put on the yellow sundress in my hand. I pair it with white pearly earrings and a headband to hold back the hair. I also sneakily pull out two strands from the front, otherwise, I look like a troll.
"How I do look?" I give him a twirl and bow down in a curtsy. He laughs and shakes his head.
"Pretty"
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