Author's Note: Bleh. Random crap is pointless and crappy and random. Very clearly influenced by episode 20 and whatnot. Reposted because fanfiction isn't letting me delete the last one and the last one is full of typos everywhere. Which is one reason why I shouldn't be writing (at all) while distracted by Braveheart. Gonna delete that other one, as soon as fanfiction stops being all screwy o_e'
"Congratulations, Miss Amber. You're our starring actress!" Boris clapped cheerfully and pushed a packet of paper into her grasp. "This is the script. All your lines are highlighted for you." The title of the packet was, of course, Sleeping Beauty. All the lines highlighted in yellow were the princess's lines, for Amber had indeed gotten the part she tried out for.
"I'll have them memorized in no time," she chirped, a haughty smirk tweaking her guava-glossed lips. She strutted from the gym with the script tucked under her arm, intent on gloating to whoever she ran into. She must've had a lucky streak going, because the very first person she ran into was the person she wanted to rub her success in the face of most of all. That idiotic annoyance of a girl, Marcese.
"Hey, Amber," the azure-haired teen greeted. "How's it going? I haven't seen you since you locked me in the basement."
"Oh, it's going just fine," she replied in satisfaction. "And it turns out locking you in the basement wasn't necessary after all. You tried out, but I still got the role of the princess." She eyed the script in Marcese's hands, identical to the one in her possession. "What part did you get? A tree? A servant?"
"Oh no," Marcese chuckled. "I got the role I tried out for."
"What?" snapped Amber, aquamarine eyes narrowing. "That's impossible! I got that role!"
Marcese tilted her head. "What makes you think I tried for the princess part?"
"You didn't?" Amber scowled in disbelief. "Everyone was going on about how good your acting skills were, and how you had the leading role in the bag. If you weren't trying out to be the princess, then what role were you trying out for?"
"The prince," Marcese declared, her flaxen orbs dancing with glee. "And I got it." She happily waved the script in Amber's face.
"The prince!? But if you're the prince, and I'm the princess, then that means..." Amber put two and two together, face screwing up in disgust.
"Yup!" Marcese blew Amber a kiss and winked at her slyly. "Better pucker up, Buttercup. What do you say we practice our big scene together, right now? You're not busy, are you?"
Amber cringed. "Ugh! You! I'm going to see about getting this changed! They never said girls could try out for boys' roles!" She huffed and stomped out of the courtyard.
"They never said we couldn't either," Marcese called after her in singsong, hands cupped over her mouth. "Bye bye, my sleeping beauty~!"