The Frog Prince? Naah. (Stella)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac doesn’t really do volunteer work. Granted Hammel’s never had an out-of-school event in the four or so years he’s been in the said institution, but even if they did, Zac would never be caught spending the entire day in a booth/stall. Not even for a good cause. (Which, considering he’s part of the Student Council, is rather unsettling). Arrogant as ever, he claims that he’s been groomed by his parents for management – planning, overseeing and supervising – not for menial manual labor. Which is why him jumping almost immediately at the opportunity to be the one in charge for the kissing booth came, at first, as a shock to most people (at least to the people in the planning committee, that is).

That is, until they realized that while Zac doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, he doesn’t let an opportunity to inflate his already large ego into unimaginable proportions pimp himself out simply slip from his fingers.

So there he was, up so early in the morning, busy setting and decorating his beloved booth up. Well, busy supervising the people he hired to set the booth up (along with some of the students who volunteered to be ‘under his command’) while he himself was sitting in front of a mirror, being attended by a couple or so make-up artists. After all, though he claims he is just as gorgeous even if he just got out of bed, he can’t look unprepared. He is, after all, one of the world’s most eligible bachelors (or at least according to some magazine).

“And Zac’s lips are officially on for kisses!” announced the smug teen as his team finished the booth’s final touches.

Somebody save me from this nightmare.

[Stella Pinyin]

"What was that?"

Stella Pinyin had read about carnivals, but never really been to one. It all sounded very exciting, if a little sugar filled. Robbie Wilkes, who still said hi to her whenever he saw her, had told her that she had to go. she just had to. Dimitri was off overseas doing more research, and was having a very educational time with the native tribes of Indonesia. Something about… trends in meta manifestation.

Zac and Stella hadn't really… hung out since the valentines day dance. While the white haired girl was sure there had been a misunderstanding, and that no one was really at fault she still… well, she was a little upset. Had been, anyway. It had been embarrassing and awkward and she'd felt very out of place.

But that was months ago and Stella wanted to have her friend back. It was a little lonely, and Zac could, if nothing else, make her laugh. But what exactly he was doing at the carnival she wasn't sure. White hands ran over the edge of the booth as she looked at Zac with eyes wide in question. "You're running a booth?"

Even with Stella's bad eyesight, Zac's new hairstyle stood out. She reached out and touched his fringe, the snatched her hand back and smiled a little nervously. Her first instinct was to ask if she'd done that; some childhood fears did not die easily. "This is new."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Stella would be delighted to know that despite Zac’s overtly egotistic and extremely dense personality, he did feel that his actions in the Valentine’s Day dance (the one involving him having two dates, not the punch-Alex-in-the-face one) might’ve upset his favorite glowworm and that the boy was actually planning on asking for her forgiveness. Unfortunately for both of them though, life has been rather busy with Zac since then that it had been continuously pushed back, until it reached a point where the Prince forgot about it altogether (Who knew being in the graduating class is so much work?).

Which is why Zac felt just a tad bit embarrassed when Stella approached him, the memory of his accidental jerk-ness towards the girl and his failure to redeem himself suddenly washing over him. “Yup. I run the prestigious kissing booth,” he said smugly as he pointed towards the sign, trying to push the thoughts of shame away, “I’ve done so many wrong things lately, I thought volunteering was a good way turn my karma around. And what better way to do that than to offer my lips.” He pouted a bit, leaning down slightly and puckering his lips in front of Stella. “You’d visit my booth later right? It’s for a good ‘cause.”

“You like it?” he chuckled slightly as Stella gave his hair a new pat. It’s a bit radical, going from a deep shade of brown to an almost platinum blond, but with all that has happened in the past, he’s going to take a big leap if he ever wants to move on. Who knew Zac has the potential to be deep and symbolic too?

He promptly walked out of his stall and stood beside Stella, giving her a tight squeeze. “So, what brings my Glowworm up here so early anyway. Volunteering for a booth too or something?” After all, the fair will officially open in half an hour; he didn’t expect people to trickle in until an hour or two afterwards.

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