Still Only You(BWWM)✔

10~Old royalty

Dylan's POV

I switch the channel once again trying to find something interesting to watch. I don't know what is wrong with television these days, there is never anything worth watching. Producers just keep making stupid reality shows that are not reality. Deciding that there is nothing worth my time, I power off the TV and grab a book to read.

Pride and Prejudice, according to Rebecca it's a good book to read.

My front door opens causing me to lose focus in the book. I should have taken the key from Rebecca, "Dylan!" She yells as she enters the door.

"I'm in the living room!" I yell back. Her footsteps come closer as she walks to the living room. Her dark hair is in a low ponytail while she wears a turtleneck with long jeans. Who wears turtlenecks during the summer in Florida? "You need to give me the key," I tell her as she takes a seat on one of the sofas.

"No," she says making an ugly expression. She pulls out an envelope and hands it to me, "you owe me," she says. I have been waiting for this for over a week, I've never waited this much all my life. How long does it take to do some stupid research on an A.D.A? He ain't that special.

"Whatever," I say taking the envelope. I open it to read the files, "you don't expect me to read all this, do you?" I ask. I love reading, but not that much.

"No," she says getting up to go to the kitchen. Why doesn't she just move in with me? She treats it like it's her place anyway. "You need to go grocery shopping, you have no food," she says walking in with a bag of chips in her hands. She opens it and starts eating.

"Bex," I say pointing towards the envelope I dare not to read. "You didn't come here to eat," I say.

"Okay, well I worked really hard on this and I deserve something," get to the point, "Brown is from England," she says.

"I think I knew that already," I say. He has that stupid accent, everyone knows he's from England.

"He was homeschooled in England, he came here after secondary school to go to Harvard University, after getting his bachelor's degree he went to Harvard Law school while earning his master's degree." She says while eating the chips.

"So, he's smart?" I ask sarcastically. I think I already knew that he is smart, he has a smart mouth. "Why did he move down here?" I ask.

"He moved after graduating, I guess he liked Florida better," she says with her thinking face.

"Family?" I ask.

"All his family lives back in England, he has a twin sister named Tyanna," she says.

"Twin?" I ask laughing. "What does his sister do?"

"She served in the British Army and she has a major in Art History and Culinary Arts," she says, "she spends her time helping orphans at a local orphanage though and she is engaged to be married," she adds.

"Okay, anything interesting about his life?" I ask. Brown seems like any boring American.

"Yes, I saved the best for last," she says with a bright smile, "guess what it is," she orders.

"Bex, I don't have time for guessing games, what is it?" I have to be honest, I am getting a little excited to know what's so interesting about his life, maybe he got arrested for murder in England and that's why he moved here, maybe he's in exile.

"He is the grandson of the queen," Rebecca says. I look up to her raising in an eyebrow.

"Did you say the queen? As in the queen of England?" I ask surprised.

"Yes," she says with a smile.

"But, his name," I say, "the royal families last name is Smith," I say. I don't pay attention to the Royals, but I know that much.

"That's because he has his mother's maiden name, he changed it before he moved here so he could be left alone," she says.

"Did he get disowned or something?"

"Nope, he actually moved so he could be away from his family, he does not want to follow in his parent's footsteps," she says.

"Wow," I say in surprise. I didn't see that coming, I wonder if Marie-Anne knows that he is a prince? She probably does, she told me that he comes from a different world than me and he doesn't play those games, maybe that's what she meant. "Are you sure?" I ask I'm finding this hard to believe.

"Yes, one hundred percent and have I ever let you down?" I shake my head no and try to digest this new information. Prince Tyler, wow it has a nice ring to it, "I have the best source."

"Well, this certainly changes things," I say in a horrible British accent.

"Yeah, be careful," Rebecca says. "Now, that I think about it, he is not that horrible," she adds.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Dyl, he is a prince that left home just so he could live in a crappy apartment," she says. "He works a job that doesn't even pay that much and that puts his life at risk every day."

I hate to admit it, but she's right. He is not that horrible, he left home, he chose to live a different life than his parents, he reminds me of myself. Then, why do I still hate him? Why do I still want to hurt him?

I put the papers back in the envelope and close my eyes trying to think this through, I might do him a favor.

Prince Tyler, you can't run forever. Once a royalty, always a royalty.

AN

Everything about the royal family is FICTION, I just wanted to make Tyler's character interesting.

Thanks for reading...

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