There was a boy walking down the street. At first glance, and to any other person in the world, he looked like an ordinary everyday boy. But to a certain blonde haired, blue eyed girl, he was prince charming. Now, it was true. He was just like every other boy, he wasn't rich or royal. He walked down the street in old sneakers, ripped jeans and a black jacket over his favorite old T-shirt. His hood covered his dark hair as he walked through the rain. It was cloudy out so even though it was around twelve in the afternoon, it seemed dark. As he reached his small home where he and his family lived, he could hear thunder rumbling and feel the shock of lightning as it struck. And knowing that his mother would be asleep, he slowly and quietly crept through the front doorway. He made his way to the back of the house where there was a hallway that lead to his bedroom. As he walked, careful to avoid the floorboards he knew would squeak, he pulled out his phone to text his blonde haired blue eyed beauty because is he her Prince Charming, then she was most certainly his Cinderella.
To: My Cinderella
From: Calum
Hey babe, would it be okay if I came over for a little bit? Ma's asleep and I don't want to wake her.
He sent the message and walked over to the cabinets where his mother kept the snacks. As he grabbed one of the snack bars, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out.
To: My Prince Charming
From: Maya
Sure, sounds good. Just make sure to come in the secret way. I don't want Riley or Auggie to know your here. If they do find out, we'll never get alone time.
He smiled to himself remembering the night they had come up with the secret way. They had gone on their first date after he finally got the courage to ask her out. He had taken her to a movie and it had been longer than expected. They realized as they walked out of the theatre that it was past her curfew but, when they got to her house, she refuse to go through the front door saying that if she did, her dad might not let her see him again. So, being the creative people they were, they decided to climb up the big oak tree and in through her window. He remembered them sitting there and talking almost all night.
He smiled at the memory as he packed his books and homework. He left the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He smirked as he heard the sound of the hinges squeaking which brung up another happy memory, his and Maya's first kiss. It had been their first as a couple and in general. She was confident and kept telling how perfect it would be but, he was so nervous that when he leaned in, he lost his balance. Instead of kissing the girl, his head decided to 'kiss' the door and knock him out. Maya freaked saying it was all her fault and saying how horrible she felt about it, which he found adorable. The vibration of his phone in his pocket brung him back to the present. He needed to get going. So he again crept quietly down the back hallway, through the living room and arrived at the door. He stepped outside, closing the door behind him and started on the somewhat long walk to his beautiful girlfriend's house.