The Princess Diaries || brooks

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Ariadne’s Diary

29 August, 2012

Dear Diary,

I'm in Beau's hotel room while he's at rehearsal for his next show with the boys here in Sydney. I think its safe to say that I'm excited, I’m actually going to pay attention this time. I honestly can't wait to get out of this place though. I want to move to Melbourne, where my family can't bug me with those dreadful princess duties. I want to be where Beau and I can finally be alone. Today he asked me what I’d do if he asked me to marry him. I just kissed him. What was I supposed to do? I want to marry him, but my family would never allow it. But I've been thinking, what's the worst they can do...disown me? Fine, I never wanted to be royalty anyway. My biggest wish was always to just be a normal girl.

Is that wrong?

I took this picture of him last night, while we were waiting for James and Veronica to be done with their...quote on quote talk... as they call it but we all know what they were actually doing. Well, I find this picture adorable, so I shall put in my diary in case he isn’t here and I feel like seeing him. Its so cute because he didn’t realize I took it. I’m such a creeper, oh my gosh.

[See photo in the media section on the right.]

There’s just one more week until the business Grandma’s doing here is finished and conveniently the Janoskians decided to put on a series of shows that will go on one more week. Then me and Beau go on vacation together, and I get to move to Melbourne to be Ariadne Asturias, just that, not Princess Ariadne, not that really long title that is a mouthful to say, just Ariadne.

When he asked me that question though, the marriage one, I really wasn't prepared for it, we've only been together for a month now and we’re both so young; but Beau said he knew, since the very first day he saw me.

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“Aria.” Beau moaned as I straddled him, laughing. Since his Spanish wasn’t good at all, whenever he said my name, it would come out sounding like ‘Ariad-knee’ rather than the proper fluent pronunciation of my name. I tried to correct him and help him as much as I could, but eventually I told him to just call me Aria.

“Si?” I asked, bending down to kiss neck.

“Hmm...I love you.” He said.

I giggled and kissed his nose, “I love you too, guapo.”Guapo means handsome in Spanish. I laid down on him, and rested my head on my hands, which were rested on his chest. He smiled and ran his hands through my dark brown colored hair.

“La Princesa de mi corazon.” He said, in his terrible Spanish, which translates to ‘the princess of my heart’. I swear he probably asked for Vero’s help to learn this. Or maybe he memorized it straight off Google translate; either explanation I will believe. But I knew he didn’t learn this phrase on his own.

“You’re so cheesy, Beau.” I laughed.

“Shhh.” He laughed, then kissed me softly on the lips.

“Mmmm, it's perfect.” I said, resting my head on his upper chest.

“What is?” He asked me, placing his hands on my waist.

“Us.” I replied.

“And I'm the cheesy one?” He said in his gorgeous Australian accent before letting out a laugh.

“Shh...” I responded.

“Hey, babe?” He asked after a while of peaceful silence.

“Yes?”

“Would you ever let anyone come between us?” He asked. I sighed, I knew what laid behind that question- he was afraid I would be like Illitia and end up choosing my title over our love. Not that any of the boys knew Skip & Illy were dating. The only ones who knew about their relationship were Vero, Skip, Illlitia, and myself. They were great at keeping it a secret.

But I wasn't Illitia, and never would be. I didn’t like the way she was treating Daniel. “No.” I responded, “No one can ever come between us expect for you and me.”

“Do you promise?” He looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes of his.

“Yes, Beau Brooks, I love you and no one, or nothing can take me away from you, expect for you.”

“Ariadne...what...what would you do if I asked you to marry me?” He asked.

My sea green eyes bore into his light green ones, tears formed in my eyes and I crushed my lips to his.

**

Maybe I'm not ready to jump in the car and run to the alter, I’m only eighteen years old and he only nineteen, but I know I want to be with Beau  for a very long time...I just wish I didn't have to have him as a secret. What we’re doing is NOT wrong, we love each other. And I won't hide anymore, you know what? I'm going to tell them!

Wish me luck and courage Diary,

Love, Ariadne.