The Princess Diaries || brooks

God's Gift to Me

"It was rude to stare, Illitia." my grandmother said.

"Abuela, he was wearing boxers. Just BOXERS!" My sister said as we ate at the fancy restaurant after the comedy group did their show in Sydney, Australia. We hadn’t actually come to see them all the way from Spain, grandmother had some business to do here and when she heard other royal families were going to this show, she decided to go too.

You know what else I want to do one day? Not go to a fancy restaurant for once. Maybe I'll go to like a fast food place and just be a normal teenage girl.

So even though that guy, the one with the sort of quiff looking hair, was walking around in his boxers; I wasn't paying attention to him but god's gift to me.

I still don’t know who he was as my sister was too busy looking at boxers boy, the guy whose name was Daniel Sahyounie, who she claimed was extremely gorgeous, to actually tell me who he was. So I basically spent like ten minutes looking at him while he stared down at my soul with those beautiful eyes of his and smiled at me; is it possible to bring world peace with a simple smile?

If it is, he could defiantly do it.

"Ariadne? ARIADNE!" Grandma said in her thick Spanish accent. She really needs to take her own advice on using her 'inside' voice.

"Yes, Grandmère?" I smiled. Grandma hates it when I call her Grandmère. She says that Grandmère should only be reserved for my other grandmother, the Queen of the Netherlands. And that she should only be called ‘Abuela’ which means grandmother in spanish.

So naturally I call her Grandmère as often as humanly possible. "You obviously didn’t hear me, you can go back to Spain, or visit your other family in the Netherlands; you're not needed here any longer." She said as she drank a bloody Mary.

If she would have told me that three hours ago, I would have ordered a private jet and demanded a limo. But as I see it, god's gift isn’t currently in the Netherlands. Or in Spain even. He is here in Australia and therefore, I must stay. "Actually I think I'm going to stay." I said as smoothly as I possibly could manage.

"Why? You hate Australia. You’ve complained about it every chance you’ve gotten." My brother spoke for the first time all day.

"I don’t hate it! I just don’t like it all that much." I corrected him. "I just feel, like as a Princess of the Spanish empire it's my duty to be here and support my grandmother while she is doing her business here." That sounded just like something grandmother would say. Gross.

My grandma beamed at me with joy "Well, by all means, stay."

Oh I will, I thought to myself. But only for the angel that is that gorgeous comedian boy. Not this country. Or you.

“The Queen of Spain!" I heard someone say and then I turned around to see the boys’ manager hug my grandma. I guess abuela knew she was coming because the body guards didn’t even flinch when she hugged her. If they had been unaware of her coming, they’d have tazered her for touching a royal.

I then looked up to see my sister grinning at who I was guessing was Daniel Sahyounie, he was grinning back at her. And my cousin Tawny smiling at Luke Brooks, one of the twins. I know it was him because she had googled his picture earlier and showed me.

I looked for those green soulful eyes when I realized that they already found me. He found me. He managed to move his way through his friends and brothers who were in the process of greeting us. He knelt down, smiling wider. "I don’t believe we were ever formally introduced, Princess Ariadne." I swear I could have died happily when he grabbed my hand and kissed it gently.

"I don't believe so." I replied, trying to keep my cool but the lava was back and I swear I must be red in the face.

He looked down and back up, saying shyly and in possibly the sexist voice I've ever heard. "I'm Beau Brooks."