charming and do anything to win your heart,
then once he has you, he’ll stop treating you nice. Toads are the boys who say
sweet things to you and compliment you and then turn around and act completely
different around their friends. I’ve even seen a few toads who tell girls they
want to keep their dating a secret, so it will be more exciting or so it won’t
be awkward at school. These types of toads usually use excuses like that so
they can cover up that they are dating more than one girl.” Belle shifted
uneasily on her stool.
“Can
a toad ever become a prince?” she asked quietly.
“I’m
sure it can happen,” Dana answered, “But he has to really want to change, and I
haven’t met too many toads who want to modify their behavior. A toad is
usually perfectly happy being a toad and no amount of kissing, even from the
most beautiful princess, can change a stubborn toad into a prince.”
Chapter
Seven
Thursday,
July 15th
Cinderella
sat cross-legged in the middle of her unmade bed. There were piles of face
cards in front of her, which she had a hard time keeping in place. They kept
sliding down the slope toward her body, the only weight on the mattress pulling
them in like a magnet. She was technically playing solitaire, but her
attention had slipped from the game long ago. Now she sat in place, merely
flipping the cards over and barely paying attention to the number each card held.
The cell phone on her dresser started singing a country song and Cinderella
jumped, cards flying in every direction. She glanced at the number, not
recognizing it, and then answered confused.
“Hello?”
“Cinderella!
I’m so glad you answered! Could you do me the biggest favor?”
“Dave?”
Cinderella asked, surprised to hear his voice. Cinderella hadn’t seen Dave in
over a week. Ever since he started football practice, his days had become very
full and his nights were usually spent hanging out with guys from the team.
The Princess sisters had learned quite fast that it didn’t take Dave long to
make friends and they assumed he’d forgotten all about them.
“Oh
I’m sorry,” he said, obviously smiling from the sound of his voice. “I should
have known I’m not the only guy who calls your phone. I didn’t mean to confuse
you. Yes, it’s Dave. Dave Prince to be exact, in case I’m not the only one
you know.” Cinderella wanted to make a smart comeback. Belle probably would
say something like, “Dave Prince? Is that the Dave I met at the movies or
the Dave from the mall?” But all she could think of was, “What’s the
favor?”
“My
mom needs me to take some stuff up to my brother in Logan and I don’t want to
drive by myself. Would you keep me company?” Cinderella was glad he hadn’t
come over and asked her in person. She looked up into the mirror at her
scarlet reflection.
“I’d
have to ask my mom, can I call you back?”
“Sure
thing. I’m sorry to give you such short notice, but I have to leave soon.”
“I
won’t be long.” After hanging up, Cinderella stared at her phone. How did
Dave even get her number? Usually Belle was the one who would call him when
they wanted to hang out. That thought led her to another, more disappointing
thought. He had probably called her first. But since Belle was sick, she
would have given Dave her number and suggested Cinderella as an alternative.
Snow White had somehow gotten the flu and was kind enough to share it with the
rest of her cousins. Last night, Aurora had to go home early, because she
wasn’t feeling well. Then, just that morning, both Ariel and Belle had woken
up with it. Cinderella was the only one who hadn’t gotten sick, which is why
on this particularly sunny evening, she could be found alone in her bedroom
playing solitaire. Cinderella shrugged these thoughts away. At least he had
called her. Dave could have said “no thanks” to Belle’s suggestion
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