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Tyler had a lot of thoughts on his mind as he twirled the richest girl in town around the dance floor. After the transformation had taken place, Mal had partially revealed his plans. Tyler would wear the talisman which had Alejandro's blood in it – for as long as the blood lasted, Tyler would appear to be him. Once he married Lindsay while still in disguise, he would be next in line to have control of the town. And that meant he could give Mal the control the voodoo master craved. He was in debt to his spirits, and he needed to give them more souls of the town. And connections to Lindsay's family was the the key.
Tyler didn't know all of that, but he knew one thing. For his disguise to work for the whole three days, they'd need to refill the talisman at least once before Lindsay's birthday, where he was planning to ask her to double her time as a true princess with her wedding day. It would work – Lindsay's big dream was to marry her Prince Charming.
And that was the other thing Tyler was thinking about. He really wanted that control – he wanted his moment in the sun. But now that he'd actually met Lindsay, another thought was taking over. The blonde was not only beautiful, but she was sweet and kind, and her laugh was musical. He liked to make her smile, and she was clearly in bliss just to dance with him at that moment. Now, he wanted Lindsay more than he wanted his time to shine.
Lindsay glanced around for a moment before looking back into those green eyes that had once been brown. She was wondering what had happened to Heather. Little did she realize the answer was back up in her bedroom.
Once Heather had discovered what the kiss had really done, she really lost it. "Thanks a lot!" she scowled at Alejandro. "Look what you did! Oh yeah, a kiss is going to break your curse! This isn't a fairytale!"
"Please, calm down!" Alejandro pleaded. "I'm no happier about this than you are. We have to do something to find a way to get ourselves back to normal."
"And how do you propose we do that, genius?" Heather snapped irritably. "Because your last plan worked so well."
"The first thing we need to do is get out of this place." Alejandro said reasonably. "Maybe we should find some way to talk to the host?"
Heather gave a sigh. "She's scared of frogs." she said straight out. "Besides, how does that get us turned back to normal?"
"Well, I haven't worked that out just yet!" Alejandro said, trying to keep his temper in check. To be fair, he was pretty good at keeping composure, so the only indication was a slight eye-twitch. "As I said, our first thing to do is get out of here."
There was only one word to explain how they managed to get out of the party unscathed: INSANE. As Heather had guessed, Lindsay just screamed at the sight of the two frogs. She would never have given them the chance to talk to her. As if that wasn't enough, they ended up grabbing a couple of helium balloons and floating away, just to stop them from getting caught. Lindsay set her dog on them, and Heather had yelled at it. But the thing was...it had spoken. She had understood it – the dog had said her name when she'd screamed for him to let them go.
"What was with that?" she wondered, even an hour later, when the balloon wouldn't go any higher but still floated further away from the town.
"It's because we are animals, just like them." Alejandro suggested. "We can probably communicate with both animals and humans at the moment."
"Oh, that's a wonderful trade-off for being human." Heather snapped sarcastically. "Why were you working with someone into voodoo, anyway? You know, people get themselves killed. And now that you've gotten me involved. I'm going to lose the first step towards everything I want – after all my work!"
"Work?" Alejandro looked at her inquisitively. "Back up. I thought you were a princess."
"Why did you think..." Heather began, and then she remembered the outfit she'd been wearing. "Oh, great." she laughed humourlessly. "Of course I'm not a princess! I wish I was – that would make things easier. I was wearing one of Lindsay's dresses for a costume party! Didn't you notice – she was dressed like a princess, too! I was actually the caterer – I work as a waitress!"
Alejandro stopped trying to keep his temper in check. "You're not a princess? Well, no wonder the kiss didn't work." he said irritably. He scowled. "Well, it doesn't matter, because I wouldn't have been able to give you the money I promised. My family is wealthy, but they cut me off. I'm broke!"
If they had been on the ground, Heather would have stamped her foot. "Ugh! I can't believe you!"
"Well, it won't be a lie for long." Alejandro said in a confident tone. "Once I'm back to normal, I will be able to get a source of income."
"And then will you give me the money you said you would?" Heather asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry," Alejandro said insincerely, "But I made that promise to a princess, not a waitress. I can't just throw money at anyone for no reason."
"Well, you might as well know that you're a hopeless kisser." Heather snapped. "I'm surprised I didn't barf."
That was exactly the right thing to say if she wanted to tick him off. She was exaggerating, anyway. Since Alejandro was a frog, the kiss was never going to be enjoyable, but in reality, it was nowhere near as disgusting as Heather had expected.
He didn't reply to her insult, and they kept hovering in silence.
It started raining after a few hours, and then it happened. Lightning flashed, and the balloon was popped. The two frogs screamed as they hurtled down, down, down...
They landed in the mud next to the bayou, just on the outskirts of the town. However, even though Heather had lived there all her life, she'd never gone to the bayou, mainly because there were...
"Well, I never! Two lovely little froggies!" The voice came from an alligator, who was clearly a female, and spoke with a hick accent.
"Hey, don't take those both, Sugar!" said another alligator, this one with a very fierce tone to her voice. "Leave one of them for me."
"I saw them first, Steph! They're mine!"
Alejandro spoke up first, stepping a little bit in front of Heather, almost protectively. "Friends, no need to argue over my companion and I." he said charmingly. "If you could just point us in the way of the town, we can just be on our way-"
"As if!" Sugar cried obnoxiously. "You're ours!" But before she could open her jaws, Heather had acted quickly. There was a low hollow up in a tree. If they jumped, they could make it, but it was too small for the gators to get even the narrowest part of their snouts in. She leapt into it within seconds.
"Losers!" Heather taunted the alligators. Alejandro followed her, and she didn't tell him to get out, even though she was dying to. She knew that at this point, there was no reason why they should argue when their lives were at stake. Their biggest objective was to become human.
Good for you, Heather, putting differences aside for now.
