A/N: Hope you like it :D…I pray that the ideas keep coming…Writers block is horrible :(
Giotto adjusted the strands of hair, jotting out imperfectly, as he stood in front of the mirror. He smoothed his cape one last time, before he majestically strode away, it wavering in the air.
He majestically climbed down the sweeping staircase; all eyes were on him now. The corner of his lips, tucked into a smile, as he nodded appreciatively, at the faces he saw.
But not hers.
He glanced at the sea of faces, trying to catch a glimpse of [Name]. She promised she would be here, or was she just jesting with him.
He nodded, politely, in his attempt to get through the crowds that swarmed around him. He wasn't in the mood, though.
He heavily, made his way towards the refreshments table, choosing to stand beside it, after taking his poison of his choice.
Lifting the wine glass, to his lips, he slugged it down nonchalantly. G grumbled under his breath, as he made his way towards Giotto.
"Don't look now…But here she comes…"smirked G, while Giotto quickly straightened his cape, in high spirits.
His face unconsciously dropped, when she walked in front of him with her father. She smiled, gleefully, bowing.
He sheepishly smiled, but not before glaring at G. "I thought it was [Name]-"
"And you thought wrong, Primo…I'm bored…Might as well have a laugh since we are here…"whispered G back, smirking through it all.
Giotto rolled his eyes, in disdain. He had really hoped that was [Name], but she wasn't here, unfortunately.
So, did that mean that she didn't like him?
No…she couldn't not like him…He was likeable, captured many girls hearts, how could she not like him?
So…That could only mean one thing. She was in danger. Some unruly human being had prevented her from attending this ball, by taking her captive, or maybe she got caught in some horrible accident.
"Go dance with someone, pretty ladies everywhere…"said Cozarto cheekily, slapping him on the shoulder, taking the golden haired male by surprise.
"No…I promised her that I would only dance with her…" He said, through his teeth, reluctantly smiling through it all.
They couldn't help, but laugh at his demise.
"Someone's chivalry went too far…So much that one's in the friendship level" said Cozarto laughing, while Giotto sarcastically let out a laugh.
"Maybe Giotto didn't come…"She said pouting, as she walked towards the courtyard, after spending the whole time searching for him, relentlessly.
She even earned glares from everyone, because she referred to him as Giotto, and not Primo. He sighed under his breath, ruffling his hair, in disappointment.
Heading towards the courtyard, he sat beside the glorious fountain.
"She didn't friendship level me or whatever…She can't…"
"Giotto?!"
"[Name]?!...I mean [Name], when did you get here, dear?" He said, immediately snapping out of his current disposition.
"I was here, from the beginning of time…Where were you?"
"Me?...I was here all along…Never mind…Come let's go inside…You owe me that dance remember?" He said charmingly, but praying inside that his charms would work on her.
A shade of pink dusted her cheeks, as she playfully nodded, letting him lead her inside the ballroom. He genuinely smiled under his breath, mentally patting him on the back, for a deed well done.
He would show Cozarto. There was no way, on earth, that he would let himself be friendship leveled or whatever by the woman of his dreams. He clasped her hand, tightly, causing the [h/c] haired woman to chuckle lightly.
That proved it all: He was not friendship leveled. He would have to find a better word to sum that up.
