That One Special Someone
A Work of Fiction by shuuxharuka
A/N: Wow, this chapter was a handful to edit D:
Edited on August 28th 2009 7:47pm
Dedicated to: Readeh2Rawk
For reviewing every single story of mine, adding them to her hall of fame and awesome authors, boosting my confidence and of course, for being an awesome friend (:
You Rock My Socks!
Chapter 4: Brendan's Visit;;
May awoke that following morning filled with absolute bliss. Her new bed was the epitome of heaven. The finest, soft fabric stuffed completely with surprisingly soft feathers that looked as if a mere touch could shatter them. But, her joy quickly deteriorated as her thoughts fell upon the source of her new found misery.
Her legs felt weighed down by a tonne, the dread heavily weighing her down. Probably a day of complete hell by the frog prince… she thought to herself.
She plummeted her brunette head deeper within the confines of her deluxe pillow. "Just a few more minutes of bliss" she murmured quietly to herself, as she snuggled deeper into her sheets. May wanted to save as much time as possible from the dreaded "prince". With great reluctance, she trudged towards the bathroom.
A Few Minutes Later…
May stumbled out of the bathroom, quickly wiping her face with the supplied towel. She peered around the room, taking in every object, every item of furniture, every window and door. After all, she was going to be waking up to this cosy room from now on for quite some time.
Her sapphire eyes rested on the large, towering, mahogany closet, as she pulled it opened. The hinges did not even whisper a sound, and May muttered under her breath "typical rich people and their oiled hinges".
She peered inside, as a "typical French maid uniform" came into view. An expensive roll of parchment within the form of a sticky post-it note was placed on the apron of the costume. May hastily snatched it from the clutches of the apron and read silently "May Maple, I wish you to wear this uniform in order to signify your role within the palace, From Queen Laura".
She carefully took the uniform from the hanger and stared at it in stunned fascination. She raised an eyebrow, and rubbed her eyes for extra precaution. Its luxurious fabric caressed her milky soft skin, as she smirked. Even the worker's uniform is luxurious… I wonder what it would be like for the attire of the king and queen…
May was quite pleased at the uniform and wasn't slightly bothered by it. Sure, it was a bit too feminine for her taste, but the difference in quality between her own clothes and it was far too great. Her dress looked like a tatty old rag next to it.
With a quiet rustle, she pulled it on and decided to begin her first day of work. She looked to the hanger once more, and realized that there was even a hair bonnet to complete it. She sighed, muttering "these rich people have way too much time on their hands to be accessorizing themselves from top to bottom".
She slipped on the leather flats, and began her long descent to the bottom of the grand staircase. Oh how I miss thundering down the creaky old steps at home…she thought sadly, a wave of homesickness washing over her.
Queen Laura stood at the bottom of the stairs, and beamed brightly. "Ah, May, yes! Good to see that you're wearing the uniform I left you, it fits well!"
May smiled slightly, as she replied in a monotone "It is very nice… Queen Laura… I am … honored"
Ugh… it feels so strange to speak so formally….she thought with great distaste.
"Hmm, well, I will get to the point, since I dislike avoiding the subject. Our Royal Cook, a five star chef chosen specifically is on a long term leave for approximately… one month? So, may you cook our son's meals from now on… I assume you can cook? I apologize now if my son's tastes are not suited to commoner style cooking, he'll put up a fight, but it'll be…. bearable" stated Laura, firmly with great authority.
May flinched, as it dawned to her. Cooking for that… horrible jerk? He'd pretty much complain about every single small fault, that I am sure… Well, too bad for him that I don't care? Thank the lord I can somewhat cook…thought May.
"Of course, my Queen… and yes, I can cook" she replied.
Laura smiled, as she replied with the sweep of her gown as she turned to walk away "Good, well I'll leave it up to you then".
May sighed, as she hesitantly turned to the direction of the kitchens.
Meanwhile, "Prince" Drew was readying the visuals for his day. It was his motto always to "look good" and he couldn't bear not to. It was perhaps, too much for his manly pride to comprehend?
She began setting the last of the food upon the large oak table, when Drew made his grand entrance to the door. He smirked cockily, as he arched a brow at the girl in front of him, transformed in less than a night into a typical maid.
She turned, forcefully saying through gritted teeth "M-morning …. Prince Drew"
"Morning… unappealing maid" he replied, smirking, as he placed himself into a seat at the table.
Hmm, from a peasant to a not-too-unbearable-to-look-at girl in less than one night… not too bad he thought, as he glanced down at his plate. Bacon, slice of beef with potatoes, gravy and green peas on the side.
"… and what exactly is this supposed to be?" Drew questioned, prodding the food cautiously with the end of his fork.
"Breakfast" replied May, with a hint of attempted respect.
Drew glanced at her with distaste. Just what is with this … humble attitude… where did the fiery passion from yesterday disappear? I guess this leaves me no choice but to provoke her…he thought.
"Are you absolutely sure this is fit for human consumption?" Drew questioned, smirking.
May, as if like an immediate chain reaction, glared seethingly. "O-of course it is… Drew" she replied, her tone louder than it was before. She just couldn't bear to use the honorific "Prince". He didn't deserve such a title, and her pride was being battered painfully by the second.
"…. well, I, Prince Drew am definitely not eating something made by the dirty hands of a commoner. Where is the banquet?" he stated, a matter of factly, as he pushed his chair back, and made the motion to leave, when May cut in.
"You want proof that it is.. fit for human consumption as you call it?"
"Obviously..now you're playing my game" said Drew, turning around with great confidence.
May took a forkful of food and placed it gently inside her mouth in an exaggerated "classy" style and chewed in great round circles and began moaning abnormally loud. "Hmm, exquisite!" exclaimed May, her voice thick with a sense of poshness.
"…Easy for you to say as you are neither a girl, nor human" retorted Drew, flashing a winning smirk.
May fumed at him. How dare that jerk.. thinking he can mess with me and get away with it? He's obviously messing with the wrong person!
Drew was about to leave again when May grabbed his arm and shoved a forkful of the food into his mouth.
He spluttered, but decided for the sake of his health to swallow the contents. It tastes… different, intriguing flavor and taste… is this what they call the dreaded "commoner food?" It's not half bad… but she's never going to know that he thought.
Drew promptly seated himself once again at the table, and began eating, rather reluctantly. May gleamed as she watched him slowly spoon it into his mouth and stated, "You seem to be enjoying the so-called inconsumable food aren't you?"
He glared in response, swallowed and retorted "My precious time shouldn't be wasted on you preparing a banquet. And who knows, do you even have the skills to create such a thing?"
May snorted, and decided to keep quiet. She had learnt by now that he was the sort of person who never, no matter the circumstances, would give up.
She watched him slowly consume his breakfast, noticing that he ate gracefully, going through each portion slowly, and by the time he finished, there was hardly a mess remaining on the plate.
Hmm, is this the way of the royals? thought May, as she collected his plate, and went to cleanse it.
Drew tenderly dabbed his mouth with a napkin, rather content, when he heard the echoes of the ringing bell. "Must be Brendan", he muttered, as he made his way towards the grand doors.
As he slid open the doors with ease, he met the charming ruby colored eyes of his best friend. Spiked silver hair, gentle smile, and pale toned skin, he was nothing short of handsome. Drew, even of his "high caliber" as he claims, thought highly of his visual appeal and personality. A true ladies' man would've been the perfect description of his best friend.
May, completing her duty of washing the dishes, walking curiously into the main room to investigate the sudden visitor. Her sapphire eyes flickered to the man standing at the doorway. She was at lost for words, really. Never had she seen such a person who could render her speechless.
Crimson colored eyes, silver hair that glistened. "Hm, I suppose you're Drew's new maid replacement?" he drawled, as he took a few steps forward.
He gently took her hand in his, and kissed it ever so softly. May immediately blushed, and shakily replied "Y-yes, I am". Drew, on the other hand rolled his eyes at the public display of affection. "Psh Brendan, being a chick magnet as always".
He chuckled, and let go of her hand. "Now, that isn't the way for a Prince to refer to another person of royalty, is it?"
Drew snorted, and retorted "Are you implying that I go all fancy on you, my childhood best friend of sixteen years?"
"A drama queen.. or shall I say king as always. Anyways, shouldn't there be some introductions, Drew?"
He raised an eyebrow in response. Never had Brendan wanted to know the name of a mere maid before. "Hmm, well, this is my new maid, May".
"Nice to meet you, lovely May, I am Prince Brendan of the neighboring Ruby Snow Kingdom, but just call me Brendan" he suavely stated, winking. Her blush deepened, slightly. He has charisma … for sure … he has so much power over his voice … I just can't help but blush…
"… Hi" was all she could say, without embarrassing herself. Drew observed the scene before him, intrigued, ignoring the fact that he was currently the "third wheel". Is this a love spark I see? Hmm, Brendan has a strange taste in girls…
He coughed loudly, immediately drawing their attention. "Yes, Drew?" questioned Brendan, smirking. Drew glared, quickly receiving his silent message. "For your information, I thought a person of such great importance as me shouldn't be ignored in my very own palace. As if I'd be jealous, so-called King of Flirting".
Brendan chuckled, a look of sarcasm plastered across his facial features. "Hmm, shall we return to what we were planning to do today? Let's start with your room. May, you should accompany us as well" he suggested.
Drew stared, horrified. "Who said the maid was coming into my room of all places?"
"I said, of course. Shall we go May?" retorted Brendan, holding out a hand to the brunette. She took it, eagerly, as they began to walk up the staircase, leaving Drew within the confines of the room. So-called man-to-man day… I'm stuck watching those two lovebirds flirt with each other constantly…
He hesitantly followed them up towards the direction of his room. Drew came into the sight of her admiring his room and possessions, as Brendan smiled and gave her the "explanations". Drew smirked at the rather-romantic scene. I'm happy for him though … finally finding a girl whom he wouldn't play, but actually love… perhaps she's the one for him?
But, he immediately stepped back to reality's clutches when he remembered Kimberly. His … other childhood friend. She'd changed so much… they used to be the inseparable trio, until she started liking him, that is. She became clingy and obsessive instead of the girl she once was.
Who knows, he'd also noticed that those two, Brendan and Kimberly might've had a thing for each other in their earlier years. But, when his mother announced their arranged marriage, she simply… changed. He snapped out of his deep thoughts by her gasp, as she bolted to the window. She gushed "Look Brendan at that gorgeous view!"
Brendan came to inspect what she was pointing at. "Ah, must be mating season for the Beautifly and Masquerain – truly a splendid sight"
They stood together by the large arch window, admiring the view, before Brendan froze. "Damn… I forgot I promised Kimberly we'd go to the Florescent Gardens today… sorry Drew, got to go… nice meeting you May…" before he rushed out of the room.
Drew looked after him as he hurriedly opened the doors and closed them. Hm, so he does too "thing" for Kimberly too aye… he pondered.
An awkward silence quickly engulfed the room, as he avoided her eyes. Thanks a lot Brendan… leave with the girl, alone …
"Drew, come watch the scene with me" she murmured, barely audible, her eyes not leaving the window. He ambled over, as he too, gasped. The sight was just breathtaking. The traces of sunlight reflecting the intricate patterns on the Beautifly's wings, the gentle blue of the Masquerains entwining in between.
Simply beautiful.
However, his moment of serenity was interrupted when he felt a light weight pressing on his shoulder. Drew immediately turned to see the source – and what his eyes met was the brunette's head.
W-what?! Why the hell is she leaning on my shoulder… should I brush her off or try to squirm out of her grasp? Or should I stay this way…
His eyes then travelled to her face – content and smiling. Really, all he ever saw from her was anger, frustration and annoyance since they're practically bickered constantly since day one.
Did he really want to interrupt this moment? This moment when they weren't irritating one another, but silence between them was content, and with such a view in front of him.
I guess I'll just let her have her way… just this once.
A/N: Wow, I cut so much of this chapter out.
Mostly Brendan's spasm of "love at first sight" xD
I guess it was just too OOC :L
--shuuxharuka x