Prince Charming (BxB)

Prince Charming

Warning: Grammatical errors here and there.. Sorry, English isn't my tongue.

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"These damsels are very lucky," I speak as I close the book I just read and put it on the pile of another folklore books that I borrowed from library. Books that mostly feature stories of a damsel in distress living her miserable life until magic helps her finding an eternal happiness. Cinderella, Rapunzel and Snow White are just names for her different roles. But somehow I believe, this is the same damsel who plays these roles.

"How so?" My friend asks lazily at my remark while having his chin being supported by his palm. We both are doing our school assignment together at my house. Writing reviews about classic folklore books.

"Because they got to meet this Prince Charming who pulled them out of misery and took them into a 'happily ever after' life." I rest my both cheeks on my hands as well while I use my elbows as a support on the table. "It makes me want to be like those damsels, Tim."

My friend, Tim, smirks at me. "The damsels are young girls, Louis."

"I am young." I talk to him as if he needs to be reminded that both of us are still five graders.

"But definitely not a girl." Still smirking, Tim points another obvious fact. He fixes his black-framed glasses before resuming to his writing.

Sighing, I fold my hands on the table and put my chin atop them. "I wish there is one prince charming made for me as well."

"What?" Tim lifts his frowning face up from his paper.

"I want to be like the damsel, saved by a prince and living with him happily ever after," I give him the explanation without putting down my dreamy expression.

"Shouldn't you want to be like the prince instead? Saving a beautiful girl and marry her?" Tim is looking at me in askance.

"Why should I?" I respond him with question. "I don't want the girl. I love the prince." I show him a wide grin that may look so innocent to everyone who sees.

"But you are a boy, Louis," Tim adds another obvious statement, "You can't love another boy."

Tim and I have been friends since we were so little. His house is just a block away from mine. We always go to the same schools, do homework and play together. Most of my first times, I went it through with Tim. I've never been a social person. I don't have too many friends at school nor at home. Other kids don't really like playing with me because they think I'm too quiet and awkward. So I guess I'm lucky to have Tim around me. He makes my every day life feels a bit less lonely.

He is a best friend to me. I care about him. And I know that he cares about me too. But I really hate him when he is like this. When he and I are arguing about things which mean so very much for me.

"Who says I can't love another boy?" No more grin to show, I frown at him. There is sadness in my voice. And I know he can hear it.