It was never supposed to be this complicated. Never. He was supposed to kiss her sweetly and make her wish that he'd never stop. Those sweet kisses were supposed to be everything that reminded her of happiness and childhood. He was going to tell her he loved her and she'd believe him and they'd sing song after song and she'd convince him to twirl her around multiple times. She would giggle and sigh and know that she was the princess in the fairytale and that he was her knight in shining armor or just her prince charming but it wouldn't matter which because she would love him and be satisfied and he'd love her more than life itself. And when they were alone he would laugh at the jokes that weren't funny just because she thought they were. Lovely. That was what he'd call her when anyone asked. And she'd poke him lightly because she didn't want to sound conceded or perfect, but she'd thank him as they walked home.
He smelled like sugar and spice and all things good and nice. She'd lay her head on his chest. Her chestnut colored hair going every which way and silently listen to the pattern of his heart and think about how even that was musically in tune. They'd ride their bikes across the sandy shores and listen to the birds and waves and she'd think they were perfect and she'd never ask for more because it couldn't get any better than it was. And when she was tired of walking or riding or running in hopeless circles he'd place her on his back and she would find the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile as she drifted off to sleep.
All Cinderella would've needed was a spray tan and some hair dye and Andre and Tori could've said she was sort of a princess. "Once upon a time" and " happily ever after" might have been in a way partly realistic.
She found it funny how they were so perfect. How they hadn't found one bump in road yet. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be. Maybe with such a perfect friendship you get an even more perfect in depth relationship because when everything just goes according to plan without having to knock on wood you don't have to stress. But when she saw him in the corner arms around her waist lips attached to her lips she knew she should've knocked on wood.
No one really liked pale blond Cinderella first place. (Her opinion). She always found herself rooting for the stepsisters after that day. She cried each time they lost.
