Megara tried not to show how excited she was when Hercules won Prom King. He deserved it, she was proud of him for being such a leader in their senior class. She tried to catch his gaze, giving him a smile from the back of the crowd but a hush fell over everyone as they were about to announce Prom Queen. Meg quickly told herself she’d be fine if it were Tiffany, happy, even. When Ms. Fronteau said it was a write-in, her brows raised. It was unusual, but she shrugged it off, waiting to hear who it was with everyone else.
When her name was called, Megara froze. Had she really heard her name? Only when the spotlight made it’s way across the crowd and found her did she realize her name really had been called. It had to be some mistake, she hadn’t even ran for prom court. She looked up at the sea of faces around her, until she found Tiffany, who seemed more excited than anyone. The crowd of seniors parted so she could walk through and walk up the side steps to the stage. “Are you sure?” she murmured to the teacher before being told to turn and face the front with everyone else. Even Tiffany was gesturing for her to smile, and it finally set it in, her lips slowly curling to a smile as she stood next to Hercules. Slipping her hand in his, she looked over at him as the crown and tiara were brought to the stage. “Did you do this?”
Hercules was just as confused as Megara was when her name was read aloud, and if he hadn’t exchanged a glance with Tiffany, be may have even been more confused. He watched Meg walk up to the stage, his smile increasing as she got closer. It felt like a dream, almost, to be watching her walk up there after having assumed that Tiffany or one of the other girls on court would get the title. For a minute, he even considered asking Phil to pinch him, though if it wre a drema, he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. The reality sank in once she was standing beside him, slipping her hand into his.
“No, I’m just as clueless as you,” he let out a breathy laugh. Squeezing her hand affectionately, Hercules realized that it wasn’t a dream at all, and they were actually both standing there, about to be crowned the King and Queen. “I think I might know who did, though...” the male added, nudging toward Tiffany, who, when they both turned to her, was motioning down into the crowd at Kristoff. They both looked over at the two, smiling mischievously, as the crown and tiara were placed onto Hercules and Megara’s heads, respectively. “I guess if you want something badly enough it can come true,” he teased, flashing her a smile as they were given their sashes as well.
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