Sugar Sweet Torture

Chapter 3: Sugar Sweet Tale of Encounters

Once upon a time, a princess decided to attend a ball on her 18th birthday. She even dared to attend a random one purposely where no one knew her, not to mention it's her first time in forever attending one.

A unique princess I believe so.

After a few minutes of preparation, she immediately headed to the party and made quite an entrance. While she was entering the gigantic shiny ball room painted with red, gold, and cream, pleasant to the eyes of any royalties, she accidentally tripped on both of her feet while walking on the red carpet because of sheer clumsiness. Her hills were just an inch or two high, but she felt it like she was standing with rupunsel's tower as a foorwear with every step just to lead her on her knees colliding with the cold-hard marbled floor, in an expected hard impact. A loud thud erupted and echoed with in a distance which caught some eyes from the crowd of people, and head twisting in her direction. Quite an embarrassing entrance for any normal girl attending a ball with such fancy clothes, accessories and etiquette intact. But with such a sweet and carefree heart she contains, she shrugged it off and just gave a goofy grin to each and everyone whom she disturbed in their own business.

But with the one last person to send a smile at, that very last one caught her attention,

A man was heading her direction offering help with gentleness as he was reaching out to the damsel in distress, he gave the princess a sweet smile, so charming that while pushing herself up on both feet, she couldn't resist analyzing and absorbing each and every wonderful features on him. His piercing blue orbs like her's captivated her, his perfectly tall and fairly buffed figure that held manliness matched his angelic face well enough enchanting her with his gaze that was nearly melting her insides, and that's an understatement. She stared at her prince charming with awe, not helping a sweeter smile edge it's way up to her face.

But sadly, the truth hurts.

This is just another one of my sad and pathetic fantasies when I was little.

'Snap out of it.' my conscience deadpanned, and she sure is right. I need to snap out of it, but that didn't made me stop as I remembered where it originated from.

Fact is, the man wasn't a prince, nor was I a princess. I was a runaway. I survive life by working hard every single day to earn money and sustain my needs. But a little fun wouldn't hurt right? I needed this one time to relax, for I'm still just a girl in senior high school, now turning 18, a legal age for a bird to fly off her mother's nest to recklessly party with older people, and Beige, of course. This was a fun night where I met him.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Your guesses are right.

The one and only,

Damon Blue.

I was just having fun, drinking, dancing my butt off, drunk-not to mention a little bit stoned-when a guy suddenly approached me, we swayed, grinded, and had fun on the dance floor together, we talked about each other-may have made out-took shots, photos, exchanged numbers, shared smiles and many more.

And by more means, after that day, we hung out and hit it off. He took me to places, we enjoyed each and every moment. He always smiled at me sweetly making my insides twist and turn-as cliché as it sounds, he makes me want to take another step up the ladder.

Which means, he would pick me up and drop me off at work everyday, have sweet moments in our so-called romantic dinners, cuddle on the sofa while watching horror movies, making out every second we share a heated gaze, and so much more. We even have moments where we don't talk, but we feel comfortable staring to space with out uttering a word. We share our day's stories and when it comes down to secrets, each of them spilled everyday, both of us were equal, our feelings were mutual and we never doubted each other, atleast I didn't.