Prince Charming [HoennShipping]

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⠀⠀⠀"Where are my Prince Charming's!" Lisia hollered loudly through the crowd of students, her eyes sharp and on-the-look. "I need them right here by my side in the next twelve seconds or I'm going to explode!"

⠀⠀⠀"Brendan's with May in the dressing room!"

⠀⠀⠀"Of course he is," Lisia grumbled.

⠀⠀⠀"Steven is still backstage!"

⠀⠀⠀"Well, get him out, now! I don't have time for any more nonsense! I want my Prince Charming's right here, right now, at this very instant!"

⠀⠀⠀Despite being backstage, Lisia's voice was as clear as crystal to both Brendan and May. Since the end of auditions and beginnings of their musical, her sweet and calm demeanor has definitely shifted to one more demanding and sinister. May, having the role of Princess Snow, was the first to receive her first sizing and dress-up session. At first, the chocolate-haired male was skeptical to share the same room as the brunette when invited, but as always, she was persistent and cutely forceful. So here they were, May getting sized as she wore a bland, rose-colored silk dress that hugged her thin frame while Brendan stood quietly behind her.

⠀⠀⠀"What color do you think the dress is going to be, Brendan-Boo? The dressing staff won't tell me yet, and it's really bugging me!" May inquired, her sapphire gaze sweeping over the student who was sizing her in a teasing manner.

⠀⠀⠀"I don't know? It might just stay the same few colors like the original Snow White musicals," He responded honestly, his words having no sense of understanding. Brendan wasn't really listening, her words going through one ear and out the other. He was more focused on her slim waist— something he really shouldn't be looking at, yet was.

⠀⠀⠀"What is your favorite color?"

⠀⠀⠀"Huh? Why're you asking?"

⠀⠀⠀"Just answer!"

⠀⠀⠀Brendan blinked out of pure puzzlement, his mind a complete and utter blank space. Honestly, the male didn't have a so-called-favorite-color. A thought like that didn't often make its way into his head and manifest his mind. For a moment, he was sure he would just shrug it off and tell the brunette he didn't have one, but when he looked more closely, he found that he would be lying. May cocked her head slightly as he parted his lips to respond rather slowly, "Blue."

⠀⠀⠀May smiled. "Mine's between red and pink."

⠀⠀⠀Brendan didn't know how to respond, only sent her a soft smile and dug his fists into his pant pockets. The young girl fitting May glanced up at him from where she was kneeled down at her side and sent him a wink. Her eyes then diverted back to May where said female flushed, cheeks dusted a scarlet hue. Brendan cocks his head, confused.

⠀⠀⠀Then, there's a knock erupting from the other side of the door. Before Brendan can even ask or bid permission to open the door, it is flung wide open. May squeaks at the sudden intrusion, her arms quick to cover her chest and her waist as she turns around, away from the mirror. The girl beside her does her best to do the same, her own covered frame blocking the view. Drew peeks his head into the gap and winks at Brendan, a smirk clear on his lips and utterly irritating. "Hey, dude, Lisia's calling for you, and she isn't happy that you're making her wait."