The Princess Diaries || brooks

They Meet

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“Lissette!” I looked up to see my cousin, Princess Tawny of Galicia smiling up at me. I sighed, I really didn't want to be bothered right now. My plan was to lay in bed and attempt to call my boyfriend back home. But seeing as she was about the only person below the age of thirty that was nice to me here, I smiled back at her and sat up.

“Hey Tawny, what's up?”

She looked at me, her blue eyes getting that creepy look she gets whens she suspicious, “What's that?” She asked, pointing at something on my pillow. I looked behind me to discover my diary on top on the hard pillow with a fancy pillow case I hated sleeping on.

I quickly grabbed it and smiled, “This? It's nothing, just nonsense.”

“Oh, well I'm going shopping with Illitia. Want to come?” She asked.

I had to stop myself from bursting out in to fits of laughter. I could honestly think of about three hundred things I would rather do than go shopping with Miss Princess Diva aka the bitchiest, meanest, most conniving person I've ever meet who just happens to hate me. I'd rather go to like a root canal or something.

Really anything that doesn't involve ‘Princess Illitia’.

“Um actually…I was going to work out and then go pick up some tea or something.” I said. Tawny nodded and smiled, then skipped off.

Sometimes I wished I was a kid again, kids are too self-absorbed to realize anything. I grabbed my blackberry and scrolled down to my boyfriends’ name: Kevin McCartney.

His name stared at me in mock. I've been gone for a week and have only talked to him once, and I was the one that called him. But I wasn't going to think about him. No, I was going to think about something else. So I grabbed my diary and looked at it. It was full of random drawings and quotes from my best friend, it made me feel sad, I wanted to go back home. I smiled at the birthday cake that she painstakingly drew for my birthday since I wouldn’t be home for it and I laughed at the drawing of me and Kevin on the inside flap...Kevin...People say that separation makes the heart grow fonder…or something like that...but I think it’s just making Kevin forget about me. 

The door opened and I threw the notebook under the massive bed.

Illitia walked in with giant sunglasses to conceal her hangover and last night’s hair do was tied up in a pony tail- and somehow she still looked flawless in those designer clothes she wears. I've learned that she’s a pro at hiding hangovers and when there happens to be a picture of her French kissing a prince in the morning’s paper (like this morning) she’s good at spinning that around too.

She's a mad genius. Key word; MAD.

“Have you seen Tawny?” She asked, her voice harsh from that lovely headache she’s sporting today. “She said she was going to come talk to you.”

“YES.” I said extra loud, “She went that way!” I yelled, pointing left.

“Thanks.” she croaked, holding head as she walked out of my room. I laughed until I decided to find a place that served some Mexican food, I seriously miss my mom's cooking.

**

“Veronica, I don't think I can do this.” I said, drinking my wine.

“Ariadne, don't even start!” She yelled, holding up her glass of alcohol. Ever since Illy introduced us, we had become good friends. I had found out she was a Spaniard just like us and that her family had business in Spain.

“What?” I asked.

“What, what, what...why can't you do this?” She mocked, smiling.

“What if he doesn't like me?” I frowned.

“Please! Beau likes you, you’re like all he's been thinking about since the dressing room thing.” She smiled.

Deep breaths, Ariadne, deep breaths.

“Are you ready?” She asked. I nodded and took deep breaths. Right, I mean I'm only going out on a date with Beau Brooks from the Janoskians, you know? No big deal.

Yeah, right who am I kidding.

**

“I'm not wearing this.” I said, looking at myself in the mirror. The women groaned and then pouted.

“Why?” Sue, Veronica’s friend asked.

Why? Well the black D& G shoes were fine, and the pants, a little tighter than normal actually looked really good. It was the sweater. A lime green sweater. It was hideous, like something James would wear. I looked like a little bitch.

This does not belong on me, what would James say? I took it off and put on the navy blue sweater that Luke said I could barrow.

This would have to do. “How do I look?” I asked messing with my hair.

“The same way you did before.”  Joyce, the other friend of Veronica, mumbled. Perfect. Like I said, I was way too fucking sexy already for their make-over.

**

“Hey baby, what’s good?” Great. A creeper. Why did I fight my father on that body guard so much?

So I ignored the creeper by my side as I tried to read the menu on the wall. Since I hadn’t found a Mexican place, I decided to stop at a nice Lebo restaurant. I like all foods anyway. “Hey baby.” he slurred, a bit louder than the first time.

“There you are!” A young man’s voice said behind from us. What’s with this place? Is there a giant sign somewhere with the words ‘creepers welcomed’ on it?

The guy by my side eyed whoever was behind me. “You know her?” he asked.

“Yeah she's my girlfriend.” The guy said. It took me a moment to realize that he had an incredibility sexy voice and that he was trying to help me by coming to my rescue. The creeper guy walked away in a huff and I turned around to thank the guy with the sexy voice for rescuing me from the potential rapist.

Let's just say his voice matched his face times like ten. “Thanks.” I managed to say.

He smiled at me, “No problem, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Lissette.” I said, trying to remember his face so I could properly explain his beauty to Gabriella, my best friend in LA, later.

“That's a beautiful name, would you like to have lunch with me? I think your admirer would find it a little odd if we sat at different tables.” He pointed out.

I obviously accepted his offer, “That would be quite a good idea.”

Stay cool Liz, stay cool.

He ordered tea and a bunch of food from the counter, then he turned around and gave a gorgeous crooked smile. “My names Daniel, by the way.” He said.

Well, Daniel, you’re quite sexy.