Descendants One Shots

i wanna be your girlfriend - audrey x mal

Genre: fluff
Word Count: 3231
Requested by: me

Audrey's p.o.v

From the moment I saw her, I felt like my world was flipped upside down. Feelings I've never felt before came in like a tidal wave. There she stood, her hair was long and purple, a dark purple. And her little smirk made me feel things inside, weird things. She was gorgeous. I don't know what came over me but I wanted her. I never felt that way about a girl, I was always told it was wrong... but it felt so right.

"This is Audrey, princess Audrey." Ben introduced me to our new students. She was staring at me and I felt nervous. Maybe I should've worn something less bright, less snobby looking. I extended my arm for her to shake but she just looked at it in disgust. I retreated my arm and went back to just looking at her. Maybe she found it weird I was only looking at her, I should've stopped but I couldn't.

After Ben gave his little speech we proceeded to give them a tour and show them to their rooms. I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't think of anything interesting to say. I didn't want her first impression of me to be bad a one, maybe just smile and nod. That's what my grandmother always said to do. Then again, she's old and her views on society are outdated.

"If you need anything don't be afraid to ask me-" "Or me!" I added, or well-cut in, which probably came off too strong. Mal gave me a weird look before walking into her room with Evie following behind. Yeah, I probably screwed that up.

"And to think, this morning you weren't happy with having to meet the vk's," Ben said as we walked away. "Yeah, well people can change Ben." I didn't mean to come off as rude but I wasn't happy with how I presented myself today to the vk's. "Hopefully you can become friends with the girls, we want them to feel as welcomed as possible." I doubted Mal wanted to be my friend, maybe Evie.

"Can't wait for us to get closer." I looked down at our intertwined hands and frowned. Holding Ben's hand always felt off, like I was being forced to hold his hand. I've been holding his hand since we were children, my grandmother said I had to hold him if I ever wanted to be queen. That my best option for a happy life is to marry a boy, aka Ben, and have children. I don't want that anymore, I don't think I ever wanted that.

I was sitting in art class waiting for the bell to ring when Mal walked in. She looked around for a seat so I quickly moved my bag off of the seat next to me and called her over. She looked at me and shrugged before she walked over. She threw her notebook on the desk and leaned back in her chair just as the bell rang.

"So, how has your day been so far?" I asked her but she didn't seem interested in a conversation. Maybe I was trying to hard to be friends. I went back to the sketch I was working on, maybe I should just keep to myself and act like I didn't like her.

"Boring, I don't see why we need remedial goodness," She spoke almost in a whisper, but I didn't mind. She actually replied to me. "Remedial goodness? I've never heard of it." She let out a laugh as she leaned forward to rest her head on the table.

"I thought so, it's a new class only us vk's have to take. You know, cause we're evil and need to straighten out." I felt bad for her, Ben said they didn't want them to feel ostracized but making a whole new class for only them was really contradicting.

"I highly doubt you guys are evil, you guys seem nice." "Thanks, that means a lot. After all, our families do have history." I was confused for a second before realizing what she meant. Right, she was Maleficent's daughter and I was Sleeping Beauty's daughter.

"Right, well just a fyi, I do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff." She looked at me almost like she didn't actually believe me. "Of course, and I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mothers to their stupid christening." She smiled at me and I felt my heart do a backflip. Her smile was so adorable.