The Beastie and his Princess

Chapter 4

"Oh, yeah. Be right back," he trudged to another room.

"Oh! And a band aid!" I yelled to him. I heard an 'ok' and looked over at Ryder. He was silent, staring at me, before nudging my hand away from him.

I bit my lip, yet again, scooting a bit away. "Why are you looking at me that way?"

He shook his head as he rolled his eyes, standing up. "I'm fine you know. I don't need some chick to be at my care."

I stood up too, feeling a bit mad, "I was only trying to help you," I retorted as I walked upstairs.

"Yeah, thanks for tripping me," he scoffed as he followed. I groaned as I stopped turning to face him. "Besides, you're making a big deal out of nothing, turn it down a notch."

"I said I didn't mean to," I whispered in his face. I didn't look him in the eyes, sure that a tad bit of blood would have brought back more guilt. "I said I was sorry, and I just felt bad. I'm a caring person when I want to be, so what?" I grumbled. I turned back around and walked to the top. By the time I got there, Ace had the alcohol and band-aid in his hands.

I nodded towards Ryder, "Maybe you should do it." And with that I waited around the corner, heading into a bedroom that seemed to be Ace's.

The guys began hissing to each other, I assumed Ryder was trying to convince Ace that he was fine, considering I heard a light smack after Ace said, "Oh just suck it up you big baby. She's just trying to be nice." I smiled slightly as I heard a hiss of pain. That's what he gets for being an ass. A few moments later Ace came in, looking at me in confusion as I sat on his bed.

"How did you know that this was my room?"

I shrugged as I watched him, "I didn't think it'd be that flowery room next door. It was the only option left besides the bathroom, I'm not that stupid," I taunted as he sat by me. Following him in was Ryder, a hello-kitty band-aid mushed to his forehead.

I froze as I saw him, taking in his features from his combat boots, to his black jeans, his white undershirt, then his black faux leather hoodie. His darkish brown hair brought out his dark green eyes, but that stupid band-aid made him look way too funny. So I laughed as I took in his appearance. "You look like a sissy," I laughed half-politely. He rolled his eyes as he took a seat next to Ace.

"Well then, what fairy tale are we doing?" He asked looking at me.

I thought for a minute, before shrugging in response, "Beats me. I don't like fairy tales, so I don't really care."

Ace laughed as he heard this, making my head turn towards him, "What girl doesn't like fairy tales? They're every little girl's dream!"

I smiled tightly as I answered, "Not mine," my smile faltered. "They don't teach you a lesson. They're just a tragedy waiting to happen," I replied honestly.

"Someday Prince Charming will get bored of Cinderella. He'll move on with one of the step sisters, he'll find some one better. One day Prince Eric will miss his home out on land, leave Ariel, and she'll live back in water. Alone. One day Prince Philip will loose Aurora forever, she'll be put into a spell once again by Maleficent, and then the end. He's on his own again," I shrugged indifferently.

"Choose which ever you want, I just made all the twists," I added.

They both stayed quiet, eyeing me for a minute. "You didn't mention Snow White," Ace commented.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh please. That's the worst of them all. She eats a damn apple and falls asleep too! They just stole Sleeping Beauty's thunder if you ask me! At least sleeping beauty has some action. All snow white has are 7 short men following her around!"