A/N: Just a little facts before-hand. This is technically an AU (alternate universe) just like to get that cleared.
I have a hint for the next chapter, maybe it'll help, maybe not.
HINT: "The Ice Dance" by Danny Elfman.
Thanks to
WithoutHesitaion for the advice.
Glasscase of Emotions for leaving encouraging reviews.
Now, on with the show.
BPOV
I looked in astonishment as the girl of my dreams left. What was she doing? What had just happened? I thought to myself stupidly as I reminded myself that the most stunning girl in the entire Neitherworld had left with the most vile dead Prince to ever exist. That was enough to make me want to throw up. Or make my heart stop, if it had been beating.
In surrender, I walked back to the refreshment table, picked up the cookie I had just dropped, and took a big bite, wishing it were the Prince's head I was biting off instead.
When the music began, it was pretty fast. I didn't recognize it as anything familiar, but I did know it wasn't slow enough to hold anyone close too. But there was the Prince, practically choking the girl, crushing her to his chest. Surprisingly, she didn't look too happy about it. Her eyes were downcast, and her cheeks were flaming, but it didn't look like a blush. During the middle of the song, Prince Vince suddenly spun her around and bent towards her, as if for a kiss…
NO! I would not let that idiotic Prince Vince kiss her! He was going to kiss her in public! Hadn't he been raised to not kiss in front of everyone in the damn hall!? That was it, the bats were angry, and so was I.
I began to march straight towards Mr. Kissy-Lips and give him a piece of my mind. Then, I thought about how I would look to the girl. Terrifying, I bet. I had seen myself when I was angry, and I did not look all that wonderful. I took some breaths to calm me down. There, that was better, I thought. It may have been better, but I was still annoyed.
When I got to the center, I gently tapped Prince Vince's shoulder, and asked him politely,
"Excuse me, may I cut in?"
LPOV
As Prince Vince and I walked to the dance floor, people began to make way for us. I guess being a Prince gave you certain privileges. When we finally arrived to the middle, he immediately put his hand on my waist very tightly, and held my other hand just as tight. It was extremely uncomfortable, but, being polite as I was, I took it in, and he led.
We were dancing so slowly, even thought the dance was so much faster then this. He kept looking into my eyes, but I refused to look at his. After several minutes, the many smiles he gave me were not returned. My politeness was gone, replaced by annoyance and anger. I felt my face turn red with anger, but Prince Vince didn't seem to notice.
Suddenly, Prince Vince spun me around, and leaned towards me, as if for a kiss. Oh no, I thought. I didn't want to kiss Prince Vince. He had bothered me so much, and that wasn't something to put anyone in the mood for a kiss. As his lips got closer to mine, I sucked in my breath, trying to lean back more. His lips were about an inch away from mine, when someone tapped his shoulder. He slowly looked behind him, and in irritation, asked, "What?"
"Excuse me, may I cut in?" asked the blonde haired man.