Prince Charming [HoennShipping]

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⠀⠀⠀Brendan didn't really understand what was happening just then— he wasn't really thinking at all, actually. Everything just seemed to be going too fast for him to keep up. It appeared to be the same way for the petite brunette holding her chest and lips with a bewildered expression. Well, Brendan concluded, he really couldn't blame her for that kind of rejected reaction. As for Drew, he looked as if he were having the time of his life, smile large, cheeks tinted scarlet from heaving laughter.

⠀⠀⠀"I... I thought you weren't that kind of guy, man," Drew admitted whilst clutching his aching stomach. "I was for sure you'd never make the first move, let alone with an actual girl...!"

⠀⠀⠀Silence soaked up the atmosphere like a huge sponge, fully at one time and leaving Brendan and May to wilt at their own humiliation. May hadn't moved for the past five minutes, perhaps from the shock that just occurred not too long ago. She had her finger touching her lower lip, lightly dabbing on the spot where the brunet's met hers. Her eyes were softer now, not as wide and not as regretful, but it still didn't seem as if she was getting any less full of surprise. She didn't separate herself from him, still settled right beside him with her legs crossed and shoulders scrunched.

⠀⠀⠀Brendan didn't favor the look on her face, nor of her stiffened movements. She looked ready to either cry from humiliation or scream because of, well, the same reason. Neither seemed appealing to Brendan, and he hoped that Drew wouldn't go to provoke the young female's fragile emotions. But, of course, the green-haired male did so anyway, being the natural teaser he was, "Whoa, man! Don't tell me! She made the first move? No way! I can't believe it...!"

⠀⠀⠀"No, you idiot," Brendan intervened, tired from the dramatic outbursts from his loud friend, "Nothing happened— she just accidentally fell on top of me, that's that."

⠀⠀⠀"Brendan-Boo is right," May murmurs quietly, almost shyly; as if she were a stranger to her own persona. "It was just an accident, we swear!"

⠀⠀⠀Drew doesn't look the least convinced, something Brendan can see almost as clear and as bright as a sparkling diamond right under his very nose, but he shrugs carelessly and trails into the room, plopping down onto the now messy sheets. "If you guys say so. How's practicing the list going, smoothly, I suppose?" Brendan doesn't get a chance to reply when the green-haired male pushes off from the bed and heads straight for May, whom was still settled on the ground, head down and cheeks faintly flushed. She lifts her chin, cerulean orbs meeting emerald for the briefest of moments before he outstretches his hand, "Geez, man, you didn't even help the poor lady up."

⠀⠀⠀Once more, he doesn't have a chance to say a thing when May reluctantly takes his hand, and Drew rapidly pulls her into him. It happens far too fast, far too dramatically, that the brunet does not even react. The auburn-haired female appears to be just as shocked and puzzled as he was when her palms are flat against Drew's chest, frame pressed against his in a warm embrace. It is not a lovely sight in Brendan's eyes. It takes most, if not all, of his self control not to start an envious fusillade of animalistic snarling. May stutters, "Thank y-you... Drew."

⠀⠀⠀"No worries," Drew grins cheekily. "After all, a princess is in need of a proper prince."

⠀⠀⠀Of course, he is looking at Brendan with his cocky smirk and viper-like pupils. He isn't going to lie; it pisses him off more than it really should. He, too, shoots up from his seat on the floor to rapidly grasp May's thin wrist from the green-haired male, carefully spinning her around as if she truly was a princess during a ball back to the space next to him. At this, the brunette isn't even attempting to think of what is going on. Her eyes are blown wide. Her lips are pursed tightly as she tries to keep them from quivering nervously. "Quit it, Drew. May looks nervous."