• The Boy:

    "Well, looks like Cinderella made it to the ball after all. She didn't need me to come save her; she saved herself! She even got a carriage, dress, and a prince without her fairy godmother. Why, that little princess played helpless when really she was fine!" Mason said in out rage to himself as he paced the floor of his room.

    The only sound that was heard from his room was the thump, thump, thump, of his feet and every so often a sigh would escape his lips.

    "Was she that desperate for a prince! My God. I-I just want her happy! But I could make her happy just as much as that red head kid could...but...if she is happy...then he wins. What more could I do?"

    Mason placed his cold head on his sweaty palms. He was lost in a spiral of confusion; for really, he had two choices: give up on his princess, or hope that she can kiss the right frog. Hope was a big factor of his life that he normally lost. So why would he keep it now when knowing he'd probably lose. That boy probably had some money to spoil Taylor, he probably made her feel special, or something; there had to be something that made Taylor love him.

    "Mason! Dinner!" Rachel's voice rang as she ran up the stairs. "Ohhh, Maasoon!"
    "I heard you the first time, Rae. I'm fricking coming." Mason snapped.
    "Is someone crying? Are you crying! You never cry! Ever!"
    "Rachel, go downstairs I'm coming."

    Mason ran down the stairs for food. He was always hungry, or as Taylor once called him a Hungry Hungry Hippo.

    "Hey, mom. Could I se for the phone tonight for like 10 minutes?" Mason pleaded with a mouth full of ramen noodles.
    "Sure. I guess." his mother said with a heavy sigh.

    "I think it's time to give Cinderella a wake up call." mumbled Mason.



    The Girl:

    ( story goes into 1st person through Taylor's eyes )

    Homecoming was turning into nothing like Chels and I planned. Where were all the romantic slow dances and soft kisses? They were no where to be found. But you could find me and Chels on the middle of the dance floor...dancing with ourselves.

    Caleb just turned out to be a bump on a log, and Chels wanted to stay away from her clingy boyfriend, Nick. The guys were just kind of standing in a circle, while Chelsea and I were throwing daggers at them with our eyes.

    "Okay, I'm bored. Want to go to Steak'n'Shake?" Chels announced.
    "Well...I mean I guess. Sure." hesitantly I responded.

    The boys put up no fight (I guess they were ready to leave too). Caleb paid my food and had gotten me a flower. He was too sweet. My dreams must have manifested into him, for he seemed just too perfect.

    "BATHROOM BREAK!" Chels yelled. I held onto her for dear life. I couldn't walk in heels across my room; what made her think I could walk across a restaurant!

    I could feel people staring at us and hear them laughing. They probably saw us as drunk. Chels wasn't drunk (from what I can see...), and I know for a fact that I'm not. I suppose we were just having fun and making up for the time lose at homecoming.

    "WE MADE IT!" she yelled once more as the bathroom door closed.
    "Hah, well, the doubt of us not making it never crossed my mind." I laughed.

    We simply just gossiped like little girls, and talked about meaningless things such as: hot boys, school, homework, bleh, like I said, meaningless.

    Out of the blue, my phone began ringing.

    "Hello?" I answered as I tried to push Chels away as she was determined to listen to who it is.
    "Hey, baby." his voice said.
    "Mason!"
    "Mason?" echoed Chels.
    "Mason." he said to confirm us both.