The real story of Cristine & Beyn

7.

"You need to tell her how you feel!"
"I feel like a fool. She will never love me."
"Well, There she is." Mrs. Pots said, pushing Ben to Cristine's door. "You can do it." And disappeared.
"Hey." Ben knocked on the door.
She opened the door "Hey. What is it?"
"Well.." Ben started. "I wanted to make up for your father and for scaring you. I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"Its ok." Cris replied.
There was a moment of silence.
"Can I... help you?"
"Well.. I do want to show you something..."

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He opened the door to the room.
Cris gasped. It was probably the most beautiful room in the castle. Although you can probably guess what was in it.
"I-"
"No need to thank me." He sighed.
"For.." She stared. "..Me?"
"Yes. Unless you dont... want it?"
"Me? Not want it? Nonsence!" She paused again. "You mean for real?"
"Yes. Do you think I actually use it?"
Cris went to take his hand. He had holo banana nails.
"And you didnt use any of the millions of nail polishes to make that?"
He paused. "What do you mean?" He said smiling and walked away.
Cris stared at him, as he walked. She put her hands over her mouth and shreiked.

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"Board yet?" Ben asked, walking up to her.
"Me? Board of nail polish? Ha! Hell nah." She said, painting her nails. Her nails were in the baby blue holo her dad stole, and the accent nail, matching ben's, with a banana.
Ben frowned. "I'm sorry I locked you up." He sighed. "And your father."
Cris frowned, staring at Ben with hopeful eyes, without saying a word.
"Well.." He started. "We do have an amazing ballroom.."
"You do? Oh, how I love to dance."
Ben sighed. "Well... Would you.. like to dance... with me?" He closed his eyes.
"Yes." She replied.
"Really? You do? With... me? A beast?"
"Yeah. Why not?" She said "I mean.. do you not want to dance with me?"
"No. No. I do" Ben was sweating.
There was a moment of silence.
"Lunch!" Called Adam and Maurice.
"Ok!" Cristine hollared back. "Come." She said, grabbing Ben's hand.

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"First, Lunch." Mrs. Pots said, handing them their food.
"Ok mom." Cris said, kinda annoyed.
Ben look over at her.
"Oh." Cristine looked over at everyone. "Sorry.. It feels nice.. to say Mom. I guess."
Ben hesitated. "Why? Where is she?"
Cris sat there crying silently. "Gone."