What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into...
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"What the hell was that for?" I asked Brynn, as I was completely caught off guard.
"I'm sorry,"she said, sounding truly apologetic. "I didn't want to see Will,"she explained.
I smirked. "Excuses,"I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear me. A blush creeped up her neck, but she chose to play it cool.
"Okay, I confess. I only kissed you because I felt bad for you. I'm sorry, okay? I know you thought it was real and I feel terrible for stringing you along. You'll find someone some day. I know you will,"she said sympathetically, her hand brushing against my shoulder.
I raised my eyebrows. Barbie over here wasn't anything like I'd thought she'd be. "Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it,"I teased her.
"Sweetie, I see that you're in denial right now, and that's okay. Take your time and buy yourself a nice tub of ice cream. Unrequited love can be a pain, but you'll make it through,"she said, rubbing my shoulder.
Sarcasm was dripping down her lips and sass was bottled up in those earthen eyes. They were light brown when I first saw them, but as I looked deeper and deeper, they had tints of green hidden in them.
I guess that's how it was with people, too. You had to look close enough to unravel who they really were, under those bottles and bottles of makeup. But actors were the hardest to unravel, since they didn't know who they were themselves.
"Yes, and you'd know all about unrequited love, wouldn't you, Princess?"I asked her, returning the sickly sweet smile she gave me earlier. I knew it was a low blue, but it was worth seeing her riled up. She liked a good challenge, and I liked giving it to her.
"At least I know about love,"she said, tipping her head back and studying me. Who did she think I was in these few minutes we'd spent in each other's company? Was I the boy she'd never dare to cross paths with or the boy who lured her in with the mysterious demeanour?
Who was I, really?
"Darling, I know plenty about love. I know that I can steal your heart if I want to and I also know that I won't, because I refuse to be the villain in your fairytale,"I said softly, and she looked deep in thought.
The green in her eyes looked brighter when her mind was brimming with notions and when her heart was filled with emotions.
I got up to leave, knowing that was what was best for her. She wanted to get away from Will Henderson only because she didn't know how much he truly loved her. I did know, though. I knew it was wrong of me to make the decision for her, but it was for her own good. Will loved her. She would find that out soon enough.
Why was I helping this girl who I'd only just met? Well, perhaps 'just met' weren't the right words to describe it at all.
"In fairytales, there's a Prince Charming and there's a bad guy. In the real word, Prince Charming is the bad guy,"she whispered, just as I was about to walk out of the room.
