See Me and Accept Me (a prinxiety fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Twister

First in the pile was twister, which I argued would be impossible to play with only 2 people, but Prince was determined. "All of them! We must play all of them in order for there to be a winner." His russet hair covered his eyes as he lent down to pick up the game.

"That will take ages! You just want to spend more time with me, don't you?"I can see him going that delicious cherry colour again - god I can be so sadistic.

"Or maybe I want Thomas to spend more time away from you". Ouch, I still can't see his eyes, but I imagine that is less of an insult and more of a potential truth. After all, who would want to willingly spend time with me? Maybe I should give Prince a break and just apologize for the insult and stay away from Thomas for a while. That would do everyone a favour, as I would be staying away from them all.

Caught up in my thoughts, like a fish in a dark, mangled net, it makes me jump slightly when Prince calls me over to the polka-dot mat he has laid out. Cross-legged, I sit on the floor by the game spinner, assuming the first turn. "Won't that outfit be uncomfortable for this game?" Prince looks down at his royal garb, and the clogs in his head turn as he works out whether or not to take my advice. Or perhaps he's trying to find a hidden insult.

"No, a prince can never wear anything less than his best."

"If that's your best, then I'd hate to see your worst" I turn down to spin the needle, but I can just about see him glaring at me if I glance up through my lashes. Before he could try and spit something at me in return, I interrupt with "Right foot on a green dot".

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Contorted, we are horribly contorted, and that's without trying to pass the game spinner between us. I am splayed as far as I can about the plastic sheet with Prince hovering slightly over me, detesting to make actual contact with my body. Not that he's said as such, but undoubtedly that is what he is thinking. I mean, he is only playing here with me in the first place to gain back his 'honour' or some bullshit. He is not enjoying himself, and I am most CERTAINLY not either.

I flick the spinner and relay instructions to him, and he has no choice but to stretch, lowering himself onto my back – we are touching. "Curses", I hear him mutter from atop me.

"Shut up Princey, I'm not toxic – physical contact won't kill you" His body stiffens slightly above me, and I can feel his hard toned chest pressed to my back.

"Princey, princey – you may only address me as Prince! Princey sounds like I'm sort of a Prince, like when someone is swotty,– I am 100% prince!"He set himself up for my next comment.

"Why do you think I said it?" Hot breath huffs on the back of my neck, and I can feel his glare. Suddenly, the weight on my back gets heavier, and as I turn my head I can see that he has put less weight on his hands in front of me. He's doing it on purpose. "Jeez Princey, I knew you killed witches, but have you been eating their gingerbread houses too?" Sweaty, I can feel my hands starting to slip as Princey focuses even more of his weight onto me - he may as well have lifted all his limbs off floor. "Ok, this is hilarious Princey, but it's starting to hurt now". Above, I can hear slight chuckling, but the jokes going to be on him when we both land on the floor. Which could be any second now, as I feel my arms and knees start to bend, begin to cave in.

SPLAT. My face smacks the plastic, and worse, the hard floor beneath. Simultaneously, I can hear a crunch from above me as Princey crashes into me, and particularly, his nose into the back of my head. Collapsed and on top of one another, I can hear faint giggles from above. Is he laughing at me? At how pathetically weak I am? "There, that proves it! Only royal blood can be blue!". Stop, no, no he has not. Craning my neck, I turn my face up towards him, and out of the corner of my eye I can see blue liquid running down from his nose, onto his shirt, dripping onto . . .