The Prince and the Pauper: Stingue

Time Flows

-Sting-

15:22

Hours went by. I assure you it was hours. I felt like those stereotypical teenage girls who took ages to choose what to wear for literally anything. Me? I couldn't choose anything to wear for my date with Rogue.

Ah... Rogue... <3

A suit seemed way too formal and I didn't want to make Rogue feel uncomfortable or anything. T-Shirt and Jeans would make the whole thing seem like we were simply 'hanging out'. I didn't want Rogue to assume I was already friend-zoning him. I don't ever want to friend-zone him. Maybe marry him... I am getting off topic.

A blazer, a shirt and jeans. A mix of formal and casual. That had to work.... I didn't wanna look desperate but I didn't wanna give him the assumption I didn't care.

Why was thinking too deeply about clothing anyway?? I should be worrying about the actual date.

17:57

"Cupcake? You shouldn't worry so much!" Freed said as he walked into my room with a large kitchen knife at hand. Totally not something a maniac would do. "Sweetie, Rogue doesn't care about what you wear as long as you treat him well. He will be happy! He already is, Honey!"

"Hm..." I stared at myself through the long rectangular mirror, analysing every bit of my outfit and my face. My hair... No point in fixing that; For it cannot be tamed. My face...

"Sting!" I turned to look at Freed. It was rare he would directly address anyone by their name (unless they were Laxus. He's too embarrassed to call him sweetie or anything). He was pointing at the door with that hell of a large knife. "Go! You will be fine. So long as you be yourself!"

****

18:28

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I gulped and waited.

Knock. Knock.... Knock...

A small creek and the door was slightly ajar. Rogue peaked through the gap before opening it fully.

That awkward moment were you're both wearing the same blue shirt...

He pulled out his phone and typed a few words.

Rogue: i will change!!!!!!!!!!

"No, no! It's fine. We'll be like those weirdos who were the same shirts. What are they called again...? Couple shirts?"

Rogue: that would mean we are also couple...

****

18:46

We left Grey Summers hotel in silence with crimson soaked cheeks. I didn't exactly know what to say. It felt more awkward that usual. I was someone who personally disliked awkward situations. Today I was the cause of it. Rogues eyes were bulged out and his hands were fists. Guess he was feeling exactly like I was.

That's until I realised we were walking to no apparent destination.

"Oh, woah! Let's stop. Where are we even going?! What's wrong with me...! The car is way back there and...?!?" My hands were flailing around my body as I jumped around the spot trying to find the car that I had just come out of.