A Charming Story

Epilogue - Rider: I am Prince Charming

"There's no way you just beat me." My jaw drops as I watch her pump her fist in the air. She gives me a sly smile, "Want a re-match?

I sigh, "A third re-match? Brynn you've murdered me." I dramatically fake my death by collapsing my head onto her lap as we sit on the couch.

She laughs at my playfulness and begins running her hand through my hair. I don't know what it is about her touch, but it sends goosebumps down my arms. I lift myself up and sit close to her side.

"Do you think Kylie will hunt me down?" I suddenly ask. Brynn snickers and grabs my hand.

"She will probably hold a grudge against both of us for quite a while, yes. But who cares?"

I just want to make sure I live to see tomorrow.

"Brynn?" I speak up again. She's probably getting tired with my questions, but she keeps a smile on her lips the whole time.

"Yes?" She replies.

"Did you have a wig on the night of my party or was I really that oblivious?"

She laughs, "Yes, I wore that wig you bought me some time ago."

The wig that started our friendship all over again. That night was our very first date. That brown wig turned out to be more special than I ever thought it would.

All of a sudden I find myself leaning towards her to kiss her. My hand brushes the stray hairs away from her ear and I cup my hand on her cheek. Softly, our lips meet and sparks fly.

I realized right then that Brynn would always be the girl I had a connection with. It didn't matter that she was disguised the last time I kissed her, it was still her. The spark would always be with her. Maybe that's why I questioned myself so much. There was no way it could've been any girl other than Brynn.

She breaks away, but our foreheads still touch.

"So can I say I'm officially dating Rider Jackson or do you want Kylie to keep chasing after you?" Brynn chuckles.

I roll my eyes and bring myself to kiss her again. No matter how much she teases me, I can't stay upset with her.

"I want you, Brynn. The real deal. The one and only. The girl with purple highlights," She smiles as my thumb makes circles around her hand.

"The girl who can beat me at any video game. You can totally show me up in a dance performance but choose to do a duet. And for that, Brynn, I love you. I should've told you sooner but I've always wanted to be with you."

She bites her lip, "Well, considering I kept my double identity from you for a while, I think we can call it even." A grin a mile wide appears on my face.

"Yeah. A shoe or something would've been nice to leave behind." I smirk, sarcasm lacing my voice.

She throws her head back in laughter, "You didn't think I was that cliche did you? Come on, Rider, you have to think a little."

I shake my head, "No. I didn't have to think, not for long anyways. Because who else could've sped up my heartbeat like that? What girl could possibly make my mind go blank while making my head spin? It had to be you, Brynn."

She's about to speak up when my father's voice comes down the stair rail.

"Seriously? I created this mancave to get away from chick flicks and lovey-dovey romance stuff. Now you're down here watching, what, some Nicholas Sparks movie?"

Brynn starts to chuckle at my dad's outburst. I don't comprehend why until I realize how inaccurate his accusations were.

"We were playing Call of Duty, Mr. Jackson." Brynn folds her fingers into mine, but my dad doesn't notice. He turns a crimson red as he slowly walks back up the stairs.