Once upon a time, In land far far away (lol Australia), There lived a boy And a girl. Her name was Eleanor Bridges, His was Damien Clarke. And, For petty reasons, This boy called this girl Princess. To mock her, Annoy her, And infuriate her. She preferred the more traditional nickname of 'Di*k" to refer to him. They met by chance, Much to both their dismays, But after that first glance, They always seemed to cross pathways. He glared at her at first, She yelled at him to no ends But when the fire would calm They accepted each other as -meh- friends After the many chance meetings And the many rude greetings They learnt to tolerate each other Shocklingly, they didn't mind one another. Once they were enemies, Then those feelings began to fade Only to make their relationship More confusing by the day. Of Course there are other in their lives, That kept shattering their laughter, Because of these other people it seemed impossible To dream of 'happily ever after' Once this boy called her Princess As a joke, A lie, An insult. But as time passed Slowly, at last, He began to belive in Fairy Tales She slowly saw him as a Prince, Too But there is always a witch, And the bad guys Even in the most real of all Fairy Tales And there isn't always, Happily Ever After

"He's a bad boy. He's bad news" Abigail Antonias was warned as soon as she entered her fourth high school that a particular boy named Nathaniel Reece was the definition of a bad boy, and is best to just avoid. But that just made Abigail's curiousity peak. What could be so 'Bad' about him? And sometimes, the worst decisions are the best ones. (Note: Not totally cliche, believe me)