Fairytales but like...gay????

Cinderella's Chapter Eleven

I twirled in the dark blue gown my fairy godmother made me. It was styled like the first, but in a darker color. I loved every gown I wore for the three balls, but the first will always be my favorite.

"Remember- midnight and it all goes back."

I nodded.

,.,

I scanned the room for Lost, biting my lip. I was afraid he was sick of by presense.

"Can I have this dance?" Lost asked, surprising me again.

"Of course."

This time he lead me to the center of the dance floor.

"They're looking at us!" I hissed, my face heating up.

"Us? No, just you." Lost said, chucking.

"Stop flirting!" I giggled. Lost grinned, shaking his head.

"Never."

"Why me? Of all the people in this room...why me?"

"Its fate, love."

"Mmm..." I glanced at my step family, who were glaring at me. They thought I was just a girl who won someone's attention.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"Who do you think I am?" Lost asked, grinning.

"Someone with royal connections."

"You're right. How connected though?"

"Not sure," I mumbled.

"...don't hate me if I tell you." Lost muttered.

"I won't. We're fate, remember?" I laughed slightly. Lost smiled a little, but it wasn't like his normal smile. It was smaller and sadder.

"I'm...I'm the prince." he said, taking a deep breath.

"Oh." I murmured. "Is it bad that I don't know your name?"

Lost laughed, a true and pure laugh.
I grinned when I heard that. It was a beautiful laugh, like a song.

"And you? Are you a princess from a far land?" Lost teased, lifting me up andvspinning me around.

"I'm just a lonely boy in a messed up world." I sighed. Lost squeezed my hand, his eyes sympathetic.

"I wish I could help.

"I wish I could help myself."

"Mmm. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

"Fate will bring us together, right?"

"Of course it will."

I shut my eyes, and heard the clock.

"I-I have to go!" I gasped. Lost nodded, but then grabbed my arm.

"I don't know your name!"

I shook him off, my face flashing regret. Lost watched me leave, then chased me.

I slipped one of my glass slippers off and left it on the stairs.

"Good luck." I whispered, and limp-ran away.

A/n: woo-hoo, the slipper is gooone! Idk if they have chemistry but it's a fairytale lol
Edit: I named this chapter 13 wheeze