I would give my soul for you

2

I got up before him, around 9:35 am. I did my makeup and got dressed into a beige jumper and blue jeans. I put my hair into a messy low bun. Prince's father was loaded. He lived in a manner and had a huge bedroom. He rustled around in bed, hair messy. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What on earth are you laughing at?" He scowled. He sat up and looked at me.
"Nice hair." I sneered. He jumped out of bed and shoved me away from the mirror. I tumbled to the floor.
"What the fuck!" I glared at him. He was fixing his crazy hair. He ran his hands through it about 5 times.
"Perfect." He smirked. I got up and messed his hair up.
"Oi!" He called out, running after me. I ran into the bathroom and hid in the shower. He found me and began to tickle me.
"No! No! I'm sorry! Stop it! Prince, stop! Sorry!" I laughed loudly. He smiled at me, stroking a piece of hair out of my face once he was done with his tickle rampage. I walked out of the shower and he followed. Prince's father, Robin, eyeing us. Our hair was messy and we had just came out of the shower so he had every right to jump to conclusions.
"Ok, I'm going to make breakfast, Waffles?" I asked.
"Yes." He answered.
As soon as I walked out I heard Robin interrogate Prince.
"Why were you in the shower with her?" He asked.
"Dad, it was nothing." He sighed.
"She is an innocent little girl, don't you dare take that away from her." He used his pointer finger. This meant he was pissed.
"She's 16. I'm 16, we would never do anything romantic. We are just friends, that's it." He reassured him, walking out.
"Prince, I love you." Robin called out.
"Mhm.." Prince said, walking towards me. "Eavesdropping?"
"Maybe, but you should be nicer to your father. He only wants to protect us."
He mocked me in a silly voice. It was so silly I couldn't make out the words. We made our way to the kitchen. We made Waffles and ate them all.

"Goodness me, that was a lot of waffles." He sighed, slumping back in his chair
"No shit, you ate them all. I only had one." I sighed
"I have to, for the gym."
"Waffles help you get fit?" I snorted
"Ugh, you wouldn't understand. It's a man thing."
"Man?" I asked.
"Shut it, Sia."
"Ok, Princy-boo, the boy who forced his mother to read him bedtime stories until he was 12." I sniggered.
"Fuck off, Annie, the girl who shitted her pants on a ride when she was 8." He looked out the window.
"Prince." Nicole called out.
"Yeah!" He shouted.
"Do you want breakfast?" She asked.
"I just ate." He shouted angrily.
"Prince, calm down." I whispered. He got up and walked to his bedroom. I followed and he gripped his table.
"Hey, it's ok." I said, rubbing his back up and down.
"Sorry." He growled.
"Take a nap." I said, bringing him to the bed.
"Yes." He mumbled, slithering under the covers and lying down. I joined him and he pulled me closer to him.
"Sleep." He sighed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.