#forhearts

𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒    𝐆𝐎𝐓    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄.    she    couldn’t    understand    why    the    main    topic    of    her    visions    were    ------    𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄.    it    pissed    her    off,    the    storyline,    the    boy.    𝑼𝑮𝑯    !    if    only    there    was    a    way    to    just    stop    dreaming    at    night    .    .    .    she    could    pull    all    nighters,    but    it    never    flourished    to    her    expectations.    one    way    or    another,    the    storyline    continued.    &    the    worst    part    was    she    couldn’t    ask    her    mother    for    assistance,    she    would    only    pry    on    her    for    watching    the    (    𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞    )    tv    channel    working    on    the    isle    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃    𝐎𝐅    bullying    the    isle    kids.    therefore    she    was    all    alone.    but    she    didn’t    mind    it,    it’s    what    she    was    used    to    since    she    could    remember.

packed    with    her    spraying    cans    in    a    small    bag,    she    crawled    out    of    the    house,    thinking    vandalism    might    solve    her    problems    to    some    extent.    she    had    to    find    the    right    spot    though.    𝑩𝑼𝑻    𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯    𝑶𝑵𝑬?    brown    hues    trailed    from    east    to    west,    hoping    for    a    sign    she    should    follow.    if    she    chose    east,    she    would’ve    had    to    walk    through    the    crowd    &    𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋    𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃,    jay    would    be    closeby    &    ready    to    snatch    her    sprays.    it    was    not    the    theft    that    left    a    bitter    taste    on    her    tongue,    but    the    fact    that    she    would    either    find    out    too    late    that    she    was    stolen    𝐎𝐑    that    she    would    have    to    hold    on    onto    the    cans,    thus    making    others    believe    she’s    insecure.

𝐓𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓.    always    taking    the    left    path,    so    it    seemed.    less    crowded,    heading    towards    her    secret    spot.    mal    was    unpleasantly    surprised    to    see    evie    nearby    her    spot    ------    a    green    twinkle    morphing    her    brown    eyes    for    a    brief    moment.    𝑰𝑺    𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬    𝑵𝑶    𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬    𝑺𝑯𝑬    𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫    𝑩𝑬    𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻    𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬    ?    ❝    what    are    you    doing    here    ?    ❞    she    snarled    at    evie,    nose    scrunching.

An amused expression appears on the former thief’s face as he slinks closer to Evie, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He can’t help but look Evie up and down as he approaches her, arms crossing over his chest. He licks his lips for a moment before clearing his throat, standing toe-to-toe with the should-be princess, “Is that so?” His tone a low hum as he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me, beautiful,” He purrs. “What do I have to be jealous of?”

"Oh, boy," Jay sighs, rubbing his face tiredly, shaking his head. He really doesn't feel as though this one requires much, if any thought. Or hesitation, for that matter.

   the wedding was growing ever closer and last minute preparations were throwing the entire castle into chaos. this was the “event of the century,” as some would say and as such, every small detail had to be perfect. no pressure at all. even though ben was sure that he would trip and fall on his way down the aisle, he was still excited for the day. it felt like just yesterday he had proposed, and now the day was only a couple weeks away.