Ménage à Trois Picspam Series Part II
PART I
PREVIOUSLY
In times past, back when their lives revolved around attending silly themed school dances and scoring killer buds, the prince ruled over his high schooldom with baby blue eyes, a charming smile and two trusted allies by his side - his beautiful but neurotic princess & his best friend, the morally derelict jester. Even though they all grew up together, the two tolerated each other only because of their mutual friendship with him, but not without much snarking and flirtatious petty name-calling. Then one day, their Utopian existence was threatened when the perfect love affair of the prince and his lovely consort came to a grinding halt because of a drug deal arrest/an incest possibility/a one-night-stand/vampirism. Gawd! Don't you just love the realistic drama of it all? And that was just the beginning!
At the ripe old age of 16, our charming hero suddenly had an existential crisis because, you know, being young, well-liked and good-looking automatically leads you to question the very foundations of life. During this period of self-doubt, he started to reassess all aspects of his short time on Earth, including his friendship with his wisecracking sidekick whose recklessness and extreme promiscuity he had started to deplore.
After his brief bout of Sartrean jackassery, the prince tried to mend fences with those he had lost. He was relieved to find that the flame between him and his former girlfriend still burnt a simmer even with their golden dreams of happily-ever-after now a little tarnished. But now instead of whispered declarations of love and forever in the hallways after school, it's all longing glances and yearning sighs. Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow!
His best friend, on the other hand, was easier to win over. There was no playing hard to get with this one! In time, their little lovers' spat was quickly forgotten (aided by a keg or two), albeit, still not consummated. (Or it just wasn't shown onscreen. That's network TV for you folks!) But they did share everything else: booze-filled parties, love of sailing/surfing/basketball/football, bucket lists, emotional baggage, underpants, and their innermost thoughts about their love lives; the prince even trusting his right-hand man to be a knight by his the princess' side without an errant thought to any possible love connection. I guess he didn't read between the banter. The fine art of witticism never was his strongest suit.
With so much time spent together, the two became closer, settling into that cryptic territory of frenemyhood. Then one day, the L.U.S.T. (That's long unresolved sexual tension for those not in the know) between the princess and her now constant companion finally oscillated into actual lust...and some damn hot kissing (with tongue), proving yet again that hate really is not the opposite of love, but is actually its more perverse twin in the family tree. But it was just a momentary thing, and they broke apart confuzzled as to what to do next, but not without the obligatory romantic emo music that would define their relationship from here on out. (We're halfway through our story now, so bear with me!)
The question remained: Will they or won't they? They both agonized over it for a couple of episodes weeks. And inevitably, they did. Colour me surprised.
The unlikely couple continued to keep their illicit affair a secret. Sneaking around in an unfinished boat, the girls' bathroom, the back of a limo and a dark, creepy cellar had never been this HOTT before! It was about time the prissy little princess trade in sweet innocent kisses for some mind-blowing sexin' (maybe not a home run, but definitely Lewinsky-worthy)! During these steamy moments, she forgot her old paramour and heck, even her own name (can't blame her really). Well, the best way to get over someone IS to get under someone else. Or so I've heard.
Of course, nothing stays a secret for long, especially something as salacious as a forbidden hookup! And when the prince found out about the clandestine affair, he was spitting fire. Insults were hurled; SUVs were smashed; punches were thrown; scarves were ruffled; egos were bruised; and tears were shed. Bros before hoes, this was not. The golden boy was clueless (like always), and the other two were guilty and secretive (like always). So really, things hadn't changed THAT much...except now the girl's shagging the knight in battered armour, and not the boy of her dreams.
After the big reveal, the darling princess was knocked off her pedestal faster than you can say, "Et tu, Brute?" She used to have everything: popularity, good grades, shiny hair, straight white teeth, a gazillion friends and a perfect boyfriend. But coming in between two best friends atop the high school food chain was a one-way ticket to social purgatory, and she risked losing the first guy she thought she couldn't live without.
PART III ❦ PART IV