He's Gone.

Have I Found My Prince Charming?

The night before, me and Craig stood up for hours talking. We talked about what happened to my dad and the troubles in my life, and we talked about his life too. Somehow i wish i could trade spots with him. He had the perfect parents, the perfect siblings, the perfect friends and the perfect life. Compared to his life, my life was hell.

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I haven't had bacon since i ran away and i love bacon! I walked into the kitchen to the sight of a cute boy with a curly afro standing over the stove.

"Hey, im Jacob, but you can call me Prince. You must be Bianca." he said without even turning to see who it was.

"Hi, Prince." i said taking a seat on one of the stools. "So are you the only one?"

"No. You still havent met Roc and Ray." just as he said that, two sweaty boys holding a basketball walked in.

"Hey, Bi." they said in unison grabbing a stool and sitting beside me. Wow these boys sure are friendly around here. I havent even met them yet and theyre already calling me by my nickname.

"Hey. So im guessing your Roc." i said pointing to a light skinned boy with a ponytail and a fitted. "And your Ray?" i pointed to the adorable looking darker boy with two long braids.

"Actually its Trey, but they call me Roc." I nodded my head.

"Wow, your even prettier than Prod said." said Roc.

"Prod?" Who the hell is Prod? I thought to myself.

"Thats Craigs nickname. We are a boyband so we had to have cool nicknames."

"Oh, well where is Prod?" i asked wanting to see him. Although i have no idea why.

"I think he's still sleeping." Ray replied. "But you can go wake him up if you want."

"Nah, i dont wanna disturb him. Besides, i kept him up talking his ear off last night, so i owe it to him."

"Nah its good, breakfast is done anyways." Said Prince.

"Did someone say breakfast?" i heard someone call from the bedroom. Prod came stumbling out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Fat ass." I heard Roc mummble, taking a sip of OJ.

"Tell me about it." said Ray, doing the same.

"He went straight to the fridge and started drinking the carton.

"Dude!" said Ray. "We have to drink that too!"

"Take a chill pill, there's another carton." said Prod in between sips.

Prince made our plates and began washing the dishes from last night, im guessing.

"Do you always do the cooking and cleaning around here?" i asked.

"Yup." he replied, letting out a sigh.

"Well we agreed that the most femine one should do all the femine stuff and we all know who that is." said Roc.

"Haha, very funny." said Prince, sarcastically.

After we ate, we all showered up. Prod wanted to go to the mall, but the other boys wanted to go to the skatepark, so only me and Prod ended up going.

"Why do we have to go here?" i asked.

"Well, you need something to wear."

"Nah, im good."

"So your just gonna wear the same thing everyday for the rest of the time your here with us?" he asked.

"Well.." i said stalling.

"Just come on." he said grabbing my hand and pulling me into Aeropastale.

"Here, try this on." he said handing me a purple flower printed half top, with white short shorts, purple wedges and white shades.

"Im not really that girly." i said looking at the clothes.

"Come on, please!" he said giving me his best puppy eyes. "Just try it on."

"OK, fine." i said stomping into the dressing room.

Hmm. It actually looks good. I thought to myself, examining myself in the mirror. I walked out.

"Wow." he said. "Next top model walk?" he asked.

"No way!" he gave me that look again. I strutted down the aisle the best i could.

"You go girl!" said Prod in his best Ms. Jay voice. By the end of the day, we walked out of there with like 20 bags and he even got me a skateboard.

After that we met up with the boys at the skatepark and he taught me how to skateboard. We were really bonding.

At around 4 we got tired of skating, so Prod thought up the idea of going to Central Park. The boys wanted to go to but Prod insisted that it'd just be me and him.

When we got there, the first thing we did was take a Central Park Walking Tour. Then, we got on the Central Park Carousel. Next, we went on a picnic. But my fave was when we rowed a boat around the lake. It was getting dark and a little bit chilly so he gave me his jacket. We sat in the boat in the middle of the lake for hours and just talked about how much fun we were having together.

I've never had more fun in my life. I wanted it to last forever. This reminded me of a fairytale. Eversince i was younger, i used to dream of my prince charming coming to save me from the life i lived. The life of watching my mother being abused and not being able to walk up the street without my fathers protection. But when i was with Prod i forgot about all of those things. I forgot about my father trying to throw me out the window. I forgor about my father being shot and killed in front of me. I forgot about all the men i watched abuse my mom. I forgot about my stepdad trying to rape me. And i forgot about Cash. There's no doubt me and Prod have a connection. There's no doubt he's breaking down my walls i put up to protect myself from being hurt. The only question now is have i foung my prince charming?