“ Now, now. “ His assistant sighed, tugging at the sleeves of Phillip’s pressed button down shirt. “ See to it that you don’t dirty this one up too, alright?? Can’t have your brothers making you look bad in comparison. “ The prince pouted at the male like a child being scolded. Most of the royals were wandering around the ballroom with their arms linked with their fiances. ---- normally, Edward would be the first person Phil would think to call in a situation like this. ( being of a romantic nature and all. ) But ever since word got back to him about the engagement... Well frankly, he was afraid to see him in the flesh. He wasn’t ready to see the disappointed look on his face when thinking about or discussing their future together. Their whole relationship was ‘fake’ and now-- Edward was loosing the chance to fall in love with someone for real.
The brunette pushed those thoughts away, eyes falling away from his ‘date’. The male payed him no mind, their attention toward the crowd. Everyone was so dolled up in expensive gowns and suits, sipping bubbly and wine from crystal glasses. Phillip was meant to be having fun with them too. Behaving like a proper prince for once in his life.
But instead he was tucked away in a corner, debating on whether or not he’d been there long enough to dash and bail out for the night.
The male beside him let out a chuckle, collecting Phil’s attention once more. “ Well look who it is. “ Without thinking, he followed the other’s gaze---- only to meet that of Edward’s. His smile was just as awkward as his friend’s, the expression forced and seemingly out of place. He wasn’t in the mood to put on an act. Brown eyes flicked toward his assistant for an excuse to escape but the man was suddenly nowhere to be found.
“ Damn him. “ He grumbled, “ pulling a Houdini. “
He took a deep breath, lips parted as though to say hello, but before either of them could even utter a syllable a woman cut them off. fuck. He’d barely moved an inch and--- and--- he swore that plant mess wasn’t there just a moment ago. Surely he would have noticed it if it had been.
“ I-I, “ It was like he suddenly couldn’t speak proper English, gaze flicking between the woman and Edward as if one of them could somehow keep him from looking like a fool. It wasn’t that he minded kissing his best friend, they’d done it a million times before, but given the new circumstances it hardly felt appropriate.
Then everything happened so quickly; ---- Edward grabbing him. His lips capturing the other’s. It took his heart a second to begin beating again ( never mind, slowing to a normal pace ), his eyes falling shut. He found himself easily falling into a kiss that felt like home; familiar and warm. With the boy he loved who would never feel the same sans a camera crew. The butterflies turned to sickly worms and he felt himself breaking away, eyes immediately averting to the floor.
