--Fairy Tales—
"What's this?"
Peyton's attention was stolen away from her homework by the soft-spoken inquiry originating from her boyfriend, who lay sprawled out on the floor beside her bed as he waited for her to finish. The object in question was a slim volume of short stories, elegant and simple in red, faded leather.
She shrugged her shoulders dismissively, turning her eyes back to the complicated mathematical equations before her. "Nothing really. It's just a book of fairy tales."
"Hmm." Lucas's interest piqued, he flipped the book open and began thumbing through the pages, lingering here and there at a word or line that caught his eye. "I didn't know you liked this kind of stuff."
"I don't. It's just an assignment for school."
"They're kid's stories right? They seem pretty interesting."
She glanced at him for a moment and she shrugged once more. "I've read a few. They're nothing special."
"You sure? I thought all girls were completely in love with the ideas of far-off castles and knights in shining armor."
"I don't like fairy tales. They all have happy endings."
"You don't believe in happy endings?"
"No."
"Didn't you ever dream about finding your prince or whatever?"
She leaned down to his level, so close his vision was full of nothing more than wide green eyes and soft lips as she kissed him gently. "I already found him."