His kiss surprises you at first, but you don't try to pull away.
Instead, you push your body against his and put all you have into the
it. He kisses back kind of roughly, but it is more exciting that way.
After a couple of minutes of making-out, you pull away.
"Why did you stop?" He says, almost panting.
"You...you're too perfect for me." You say with regret.
"I am not. You're perfect too, it seems." He says
indignantly. He reaches for your hand, but you push it aside.
"But I don't even know who I really am. You have always been who
you are and always will be. I will not." You say with your head
held high. You turn away and stride towards the door. He comes in
front of you and tries to kiss you again.
"GO AWAY, YOU PERVERTED PRINCELING! YOU SPOILED BRAT, YOU!"
You say running from him.
"But I love you." He says, plainly heartbroken.
"You love the way that I look, Princeling." You say coldly.
"I do not, and never will love you."
You turn and stride to the door and he doesn't try to stop you.
"You are cold, Iceheart." He says to you snobbishly.
"And you are a perverted baby Princeling, and that's the way it
always will be." You say with a hint of danger in your voice.
"Bad travels, Miss Morose." He says as you walk out the
gigantic front doors.
"May the Black Plague take you too, as I bid you bad-bye."
You say as you vanish through the doors, a rebel angel in
flight.