Royal Pain

Chapter 9: And Keep it PG

"Joshua, what the hell?" I exclaim as I look at his sparkly body painted in feathers. Without saying another word Joshua pushes past me with Wessel on his trail, leaving sparkles and feathers wherever he steps.
"Who is it?" Celia shouts from the living room and the three of us make our way there. A loud gasp is heard the second my cousin steps foot in the room. Then it's followed by silence as they all stare in shock at what is in front of them.
"What did a unicorn go to town with you or something?" Celia questions.
"What the hell is going on?" Blake exclaims.

"Wessel and Joshua look like they just came from a male stripper club!" Wyatt answers making Joshua frown.
"I will have you know I did this for you!" Joshua defends while pointing a finger at me.
"I'm sorry what outcome could possibly be positive with you two looking like that," I point to the two of them.
"Well it all started when Wessel and I were hanging out after practice," Joshua starts with innocent eyes, "Since soccer comes in at the same time as football we ran into each other. Then we saw cross country running along with Mike, so naturally I told him what was going on. Apparently he hates him just as much as we do," Joshua explains before looking at Wessel who gives a nod.

"We have an interesting history, let's just say the reason why he's in cross country and not on the soccer team may or may not have to do with me," Wessel grins.
"Ok so it started there, where did it finish?" I question and an evil smile crawls onto both their faces.
"We visited the thrift shop and then his car," Wessel smiles.
"And it's all over you because..." Celia trails off.
"We got carried away..."Joshua explains slowly, "So Blake you gotta shower? I came here cause I knew my mom would murder me if I came home like this."
"Fourth floor, two rights, those are the best showers," Blake answers with annoyance laced in his tone.

"Well then," Celia sighs, "I'm assuming we're preparing for war now?"
"We can only hope Mike doesn't pull out any Nair," I sigh.

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"Harper!" my mother bursts through my door on this fine Saturday morning, or at least what was a fine Saturday morning.
"My gosh mom the sun isn't even up yet!" I exclaim through a lousy voice.
"Harper your blinds are shut, it's ten in the morning now get your lazy butt out of bed I found you a job," she instructs strictly and I groan while looking at my phone for it to read 10:06.
"Mom!" I whine all too loudly for her liking. Soon a pillow is soaring towards my face and I let out a low grunt as it hits my nose.
"Child abuse!" I scream through the pillow.

"Up and at 'em you already have the job and you're starting in an hour," my mom nudges me and I whip the pillow from my face.
"What are you talking about?" I stare at her as if she's just told me that Instagram is actually run by the mafia.
"Your male friend that I met earlier, Gabriel I think, came in for breakfast before work at Little Red's. Well it turns out that he works at Jim's Greenhouse and they're looking for a new worker and I called Jim up and asked him if you were fit for the job. He said you could start at eleven," my mom states the last part through a wide white smile as I try to process all of this. She talked to Gabriel? And for how long?

"Hello!" my mom snaps her fingers in front of my face, "Anyone in there or did the name Gabriel distract you too much?"
"Mom!" I exclaim before swinging my legs over the bed, "I'll be ready in ten minutes ok, wait what am I supposed to wear?"
"Something light, you'll be working outside a lot," my mother instructs before gliding out and sliding the door shut behind her.

Letting out a long groan I begin to wonder how many more Saturday mornings will be robbed from me due to this new job. The new job that apparently Gabriel works at as well. But why on earth would Gabriel need a job if he's a prince? Pushing my thoughts aside I quickly throw my mess of morning hair into a large ponytail. Then I throw on a tank top and some jean shorts hoping that it will suffice for my first day at work. I don't even bother with makeup because I know I'll just sweat it all off throughout the day. I then waltz out of my room to find my mother talking with Aunt May.