Scribble Ninjas

A/N: I know I said I was going to post the story in a guy's point of view, but this one is in a girl's point of view so Tung won't be alone! [Actually, my computer is just acting up so I can't get to my other story]...ilu Tung :D.
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The heavy bass techno music blared in the club, giving me a tremendous headache as I sat by the bar. Trying to drown out the noise, I gestured for the bar tender to come over and ordered another drink. He raised an eye brow at my condition, but did not say a word as he handed me another alcohol beverage. I guzzled down the drink, but the headache still persisted. Why am I even here?

The dark club had flashing color fluorescent lights, illuminating the mass of bodies pressed against each other for a few seconds at a time. The lights furthered served to aggravate my headache even greater. I am the only one sitting by the bar, drinking by myself. I wondered how much of an idiot I must look like right now.

I really don’t even know why I was here at this moment. The last few hours have been a blur to me. I ordered another drink, the bar tender really seemed like he was going to stop me this time but he didn’t. I really wish he would, maybe then I can remember why I came here.

A feeling of nausea washed over me and I tried to drown it with alcohol. Why was everybody so happy? Why am I feeling so miserable?

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She turned off the last lights, dimming the entirety of the glass building. The gallery heater was broken, making the cold air unbearable in the studio. She just wanted to get home. Her feet shuffling in the snow, she made her way across the empty parking lot towards her car. Fumbling with the icy keys, she unlocks the door and started the car.

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I wanted to warn them. I wanted to tell them that her sweet words were a lie, everything was. She wasn’t really who she was pretending to be… But then she would flash that smile of hers, and I would start believing in the lie too.

Okay. I’m exaggerating. I knew she wasn’t really Princess Iris – the newest in the line of Disney princesses – just as I knew I wasn’t really Quentin, the inventor’s boy who gets dragged on a grand adventure with the princess whom she ends up falling in love with due to his gracious charms and swashbuckling good looks.

I eyed Iris warily from where she sat at the front of the table – it was tea party time – as she posed for a picture. She seemed so innocent in that little pink dress, so so so very innocent until…

“What are you looking at?” she snapped.

I fumbled with my teacup, then cleverly shot back, “Your face.”

“Of course,” she replied with a smirk. “I’m beautiful.”

I choked on my tea.

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