His Prince Charming [BXB]

Chapter 2

The busy streets were full of people, navigating their way around the crowds that were on every side. Every person dressed in different attire, all probably working in different jobs. Max always tried to pay attention to the little things, trying to create little stories or narratives in his mind about what job they may do, or the type of lives they lived. It just added something interesting to do to his day, he knew he would never actually find out what they did, but he found it funny to let his mind run wild and come to a series of different stories.

He wanted his life to be a story. He always fell into a trance whenever his mom used to read him the typical fairytale bedtime stories. He had a wild imagination and wished his life would be a story, but alas it was real life and his fantasy always disappeared when he stepped foot inside of work.

"Oi daydreamer," his boss shouted at him. That was the term he was given as a nickname, knowing that he was always in his own head and usually in his own world wherever he was. He instructed him to get back to work, his focus always managed to get lost by his overactive imagination. His mind started to overthink or imagine bizarre situations if he didn't keep himself busy. That's why he liked his job, it usually kept him busy and allowed him to actually focus.

He worked as a barista in a local coffee shop, it wasn't the best pay, but he actually liked talking to customers. He lived in an apartment alone and he admitted that it got quite boring being in his own company, which was why he got so lost in the many books that he had and read. He liked emerging himself in the story, almost imaging that he was either in the setting that the story was describing or that the characters had come to life. 

He began collecting cups from the table, being so close to finishing up his shift. He saw someone coming in and placing leaflets or something similar on tables. He looked over at his manager, surprised by the fact he did nothing to stop it. His manager hated when people came into the shop handing out leaflets, often telling them where to shove their promotion. That's what rivalry for money did he guessed.

That's when an invite seemed to land on his table, his eyes glancing over the title. It wasn't a leaflet at all but had the mark of the local kingdom. He suddenly understands why his boss hadn't stopped it, it was an invite for the charming ball.

He took in a deep breath, his eyes glancing at the note and being unable to look away. So many emotions were swirling inside his chest. He didn't know what to feel, what to think- Was this really happening or had his daydreaming finally reached its peak? His hand gripped onto the table like it was the last thing keeping him up from falling to the floor. He felt like fainting like he was hallucinating and this was all a dream.

It was an event that everyone in the city looked forward to, people knowing of the distant Kingdom from the city but no one ever really making the trip to visit the castle, unless it was for the rumoured ball that was apparently one of the most lavish events of the 'season' people called it. He had never gone, him being unable to afford it. He had been scrounging the tips and change to try and save up for something, but maybe this would be a better investment.

He could actually go to a ball-

That thought filled him with so much excitement. He could actually go to a setting he had read so much in books about being luxurious and a place where dreams had come true. It wasn't even the ball itself that caused his stomach to go all a flutter, but the prospects of meeting the prince. It was a very slim chance that his presence would even greet him with how many people usually attended the ball, but even the possibility of catching him for a second was a sight to behold.

There was an article that he remembered with the prince's picture. It detailed the change in the royal laws and the fact the purpose of the ball would be to find a suitor. He remembered everything about that article, the way he gripped onto it with shaking hands from the shock of what he was reading. The laws had decreed that he could marry someone that wasn't of royal descent, but also could marry any gender- it felt like a statement of progression, but also like a fairytale dream coming true. He didn't know the prince's sexuality, but some part of him felt that the change maybe because of that reason and that made his gay heart, and his imagination, run wild. 

He also remembered the way he reached when he finally got a glance at the picture of the prince in the article. His emotions ran wild, his stomach fluttering and heart-pounding just from a glance. He was never one to judge just solely off pictures, but he admitted that the prince was very attractive. Just looking at him made his heart come to light, so he dreaded to think what meeting him in person could do to his heart. Yet, he was determined to try and meet him, or at least get a glance of him. The emotion he felt was beyond anything he felt before, it was strong and prominent. 

He had to meet him, so going to the ball may be his only chance to do so. It would be a difficult task, the ball being full of people and he definitely wasn't anything but average. That meant there was nothing to make him special or stand out from the crowd. Yet, he was determined. He would spend every last dime of his savings to get an outfit that made him stand out from the crowd. He didn't want to be the centre of attention, but he definitely wanted to catch the princes attention...