My Prince Charming

The Confession Of Love

I was in my room with Radi. We are practicing our play in my house. It has been anoher week since i reslise my feelings for him but obviously I cannot tell him that I like him. Because every time I look at Radi, I feel so nervous. I can barely talk without hesitation to him. Big brother was at work and sis was talking a nap. I was sitting on my chair and Radi was in the washroom.

"Oh, man, outside is so hot," I heard him say as I turned around and saw him wearing a t shirt and a pant. He didn't had any wig and he looked like a man which he actually is. I blushed as I looked at him and turned away. "What the heck? Why are you wearing a man's dress!?" I asked.

"What do you mean? I am a man," he said.

"Nothing, I mean, don't you need to disguise yourself as a girl?" I asked.

"Yes but nobody in your room except us," he said as he came near me and put his lips near my ear and said, "Plus, I want to be a man in your eyes, Avery!"

"AGGGHHH! GO AWAY!" I said as I pushed Radi and he fell on my bed and burst into laughing. "Practice your script, fool!"

"Yes, my lady," he said as he picked up his script and started to read it.

"By love, that first did prompt me to enquire.

He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes," he suddenly read out of his script and looked at me. "I am no pilot, yet, wert thou as far

As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea,

I should adventure for such merchandise."

How can he say those lines so clearly? He started to come closer to me and put his hands at sides of my chair and looked at me. "Say your line," he said.

"I . . . Um . . ." Oh no, his is the sence from the balcony in the romeo and juleit's play. I always get embarrassed when I say this line. Been at school.

"Don't you want to get the scholarship for the drama? Come on, you need to act good," he said.

I looked at the other way and said,

"Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek (90)

For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny

What I have spoke. But farewell compliment.

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay',

And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,

Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,"

"Look at me," he said as he interrupted me.

"What? But . . ." I can never say those type of lines when I look at him. I always get embarrassed. He held my chin towards him a and forced me to look at him.

"Continue," Radi said.

I blushed as I said,

"They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,

I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,

So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light:

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess,

But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware,

My true-love passion: therefore pardon me;

And not impute this yielding to light love

Which the dark night hath so discovered."

I was tomato read out of embarasssment. Goodness, why does he need to be romeo but for some reason, I do feel happy hat he is romeo.

Hw smiled at me which made my hear race. He said,

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops --"

I said, "O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"What shall I swear by?" He asked as he pulled me out of the chair and sat on my chair and pulled me on his lap.

I started to blush madly as o said,

"Do not swear at all.

Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee."

He then held my chin again and made me look at him as he said, "If my heart's dear love --" then before I say anything of the script, he started to ran his fingers on my hair, undoing the ponytail. "Your beauty is what makes me love you. Your kindness is what makes me want you. Your silliness is what makes me embrace you," I heard him say as I realise that he was no longer reading the script.

He was talking. But, who was he talking about? I looked at him in curiousness.

"You are caring who can makes anybody care for others. You are strong, yet so weak, which makes me want to protect you," he said as he title my head. "You are the only girl that made me crazy. You are only girl who made my heart race. You are the only girl who made me interest in things that I never have. You are the only girl who makes me worry so much. You are the only girl that I feel to put you in danger. You the only girl that I love." He tugged my hair behind my ear and he pulled me closer to him. My heart was betting fast. "I love you, Avery."

I looked at him in shock. "You . . . A prince . . . Like me . . .?" I muttered. "That's not . . . I am . . . Not a . . . Princess . . . And . . ."

"I know I don't like a princess but I like this girl who is with me on my lap now, who can make make me feel like myself compare to others who treat me like a prince. You don't need to be a princess. You are sweet, nice, lovely, crazy and dumb but we that is what I like about you," he said as he pulled me in a hug.

"Radi, I . . ." What should I tell him? I never expected him to be comfess his love like this?

"You don't need to give me your answer now but take your time," he said. "If I can become an actor because you, if I can live in a small hotel to be with you then I can also wait for you. But no matter what, I am not handing you over to anybody," he confessed.

"Avery!" We heard big brother yelling as we pulled away and I pushed him in the washroom.

"Big brother is here, get change!" I said as I smaller the washroom door and felt my legs weakened and fell on the floor with confusion. Radi like me? I could feel happiness in my heart but will dad and big brother ever be able to except him?

Suddenly, my phone rang and I hold the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hi Avery!" I heard dad said.

"Dad?" I asked in happiness. "How are you?"

"I am fine and get ready from your engagement," I heard him say.

"WHAT?" engagement?

"Yeah, one of my business partner's son needs a bride and I thought of getting you married with him so that we can have their shares of the business. It is a good idea, right?"

My phone dropped from my hand. Engagement? I love Radi and I have to get married with somebody else? No! This can't be happening! No! I don't even know that man and how could I get engage with a random man. Plus, I only love Radi! And . . . I started to cry. How can dad be so cruel. Doesn't my feeling matter to him a bit other than his business?