Aurora Rose's Story

Paris woke in his bed. He knew it was most likely morning but he couldn't tell how light it was, considering it was oddly dark. He rolled over and found himself landing face first on the flow with a loud thud as it knocked the air out of him. Letting out a small whine, he reached up and noticed he still had his sleep mask over his eyes. After a small sigh, he stood up fast and took the purple mask that had stitching that was meant to resemble eyes off his face and set it on his pillow. He looked around the now lit room and was pleased to see his lovely Snow still seamlessly sleeping on the other side of the bed. "I hope I didn't wake you, sweetheart." Paris whispered as softly as he possibly could as to no wake her anymore than he possibly could.

He walked around to Snow's side of the bed and pulled the blankets up gently over her shoulder and gave a quick soft peck on her forehead before scampering off to the large walk-in closet. Paris crossed an arm over his chest to put the elbow of his other arm in his hand and put his free one under his chin as he examined the clothes in the closet with a thinking look on his face. "What to wear. What to wear." He spoke, putting together in his head what he should wear. He carefully put together outfit after outfit together and decided between each one before raising his eyebrow as a smirk spread across his face. Grabbing a black tank-top with "I'm Fabulous!" cursive design written on it in a sparkly pink, a light leather light-pink gold-zipper jacket, black short-shorts, black studded short heeled boots and his favorite smoky-purple contacts, he skipped over to the 'powder room'.

Once there, Paris got right to work fixing his hair. Today though, he felt a little too lazy to gel it up, so he simply combed his bright pink hair over to the left of his face. He put a bobby-pin in the back to insure it from falling back over. He then left his bangs to fall in his face. After the hair was pretty much taken care of, his put in his contacts then went on to putting on the rest of his face. Mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, foundation, blush, lip stain, lip liner, lip stick, you name it, Paris Prince has it. And he uses it. He went in that room his almost-natural self with the copper-brown eyes and the tan-colored lips, and he came out his now usually purple-eyed pink-lipped self. He smiled to himself as he went as quietly as possible to the door of the bedroom before turning back to check if Snow was still there. Smiling as to see she was, he scampered down the stars and into the kitchen.

A little thing to know about Paris is the fact that the only things be can coke is anything sweet (like cake, cupcakes, cookies, etcetera) and fabulously juicy and tasty roasted chicken. That being said, Paris got out the ingredients to make blueberry pancakes. But, of course like any fabulous person, he needs a little fabulous music to cook to. Paris, in the most fabulous way possible, picked up the remote to the stereo system and turned the radio on. With much surprise and a great big smile on his face, an old favorite came on. 'My Pumps'. So, as Paris cooked, he danced slightly to the music as he slightly sang along and started putting pancake after pancake on a large plate in the middle of the island in the kitchen. Once they were all done, Paris grabbed a couple plates, forks, maple syrup, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and strawberries out and put them all nicely out on the island. Smiling and nodding slightly as he put his hands on his hip, giving a little hip pop and looking over his work. He then worked his way over to the stairs and yelled up with a smile. "Snow, darling, breakfast awaits!" He yelled with a smile before going back into the kitchen and starting a kettle of tea and pulling a picture of pink lemonade out of the fridge.

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Phillip awoke to the sound of the birds chirping. He smiled as he woke opened his eyes to the first morning air and the sun just coming into view. Stepping down from his hammock and heading to house. It was a nice little wooden cottage. Once inside, he got himself a cup of coffee and the newspaper. Yes, Phillip, unlike most people, still read the newspaper. He didn't have a computer or laptop at his home. He didn't even need a T.V. there, but he liked to watch Sunday night football sometimes. After he found coffee grans in his coffee, he wrinkled his nose then sat the cup on the little table by the kitchen along with the newspaper.

Looking up at the calendar, Phillip was a little disappointed. It was one of those days where he had to go to the city. Letting out a sigh, he stood from his seat and walked off to the back room. At the moment, he was wearing an old worn out flannel shirt and old worn out brown pants with no socks or shoes. He was in a, what some people would call, homeless look. He grabbed his suite and laid it out on the bed before grabbing his black dress shoes and black dress socks. He stopped in the bathroom and shaved his face then went to put the suite on. He was all nice and situated.

Now, Phillip grabbed the briefcase from the floor of his closet. It didn't really hold much but paperwork for his fathers business, a few fountain pens and a few pictures of the city and it's people. This was Phillip's way of giving back by helping with the city's website. Now you know one of the reasons Phillip distances himself. Though, there was also Aurora. Phillip shook the thought of Aurora from his mind as he picked up his car keys and wallet. He then went out to his Cadillac and started out of his long drive to get to the dirt road that lead to the highway that lead into the city. One of the difficulties of living far into the wood.

As he drove, he put in his favorite CD in and his favorite song and part of his motto came on. 'Simple Life'. It would probably be an understatement to say this song was just Phillip's theme song. It was more like his way of life. He got to the city with a few hours to burn. So he did what he usually does while in the city. He parked his car in a parking lot building, he was on the third floor. He was fine with it though. With the song stuck in his head, he was fine with it. He grabbed his briefcase and started the long walk down.

After a while, maybe twenty minutes, he reached the sidewalk. It was obvious he was in a good mood today as he greeted everyone he passed. He then ducked into a coffee shop to grab a quick cup of coffee before heading off to work. Once in there though, he saw a familiar face. Wendy Darling. Nice girl, darling name. Phillip thought as he smiled and chuckled slightly at his comment about the girl. He walked past her on the way to the cash register. "Good morning, Wendy." He said to her with a smile before going up to order his black coffee and walking back to her. "I wish you a pleasant day." He added as he paused slightly in front of her table with a smile and slight nod.

"Well, I haven't the time to chat at the moment for I'm off to work, but it was a pleasure seeing you this fine morning." Phillip added, smile still on his face and a glow just steaming off him as he enjoyed his good mood. He then headed out of the coffee shop and down the sidewalk towards his work. He was certain nothing in the world could dampen his good mood. Nothing.