Katherine Bakers Guide On: How To Teach A Prince To Be Normal

Number One: People are NOT your coat hangers.

1. People are NOT your coat hangers.

Katherine stared up at the ceiling as her music blasted through her ears. It had been a whole painful day since her parents had told her that Adrian was coming to stay with them. She had to move all the stuff from the spare room, paint it, help put together the furniture the King and Queen had sent over.

It was official that Katherine hated him more now than she had before. She sighed, and turned over, facing her windows. Outside she saw the big tree that she and Adrian used to climb as children.

Irritated with herself, Katherine rolled back over and faced the ceiling again. She put her hands behind her head, and crossed her feet. Katherine felt some satifaction with cleaning out the other room for Adrian since it wasn't as big as hers. It wasn't that much smaller, it didn't have a balcony like Katherines, but Adrians room was still smaller.

Katherines room was a light green and a cream colour. She wasn't big on furniture, but she had pictures and book shelves on the walls. On the floor was a cream carpet that was a bummer to get stains out of.

But Katherine liked her room. It was peaceful; it was roomy; and it was her own private space. She couldn't complain about it. Her room even had its own balcony.

Suddenly, Katherines earphones were ripped out of her ears, and she glared at the person that did so. Leaning over her, ear phones in hand, was her dad.

"What?" Katherine grunted, pushing herself up into a seating position. "This better be good!"

Thomas Baker rolled his eyes. "Come on, brush your hair, tidy your room, do whatever you do. Adrian will be here in thirty minutes."

Katherine's eyes narrowed even more, "And why do I need to make myself presentable for him?" she snapped, taking the earphones from her father, and pushing them into hiding under her pillow.

Thomas rolled his eyes again. "Just do it. And wipe the drool from your face, it's not attractive," he frowned. "Now don't be long."

Katherine waited until her Dad had left her room to go to her bathroom. When he did, she got up, and wondered into the bathroom.

Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, Katherine sighed and picked up the hair brush. She couldn't go down and see the prince with her hair all tangled; heavens no, her parents would kill her. So then, she began the painful task of getting rid of her knots.

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"No, no, no, no," Adrian muttered as his limousine pulled up in the small two storey and three bedroom house.

Through out the journey Adrian had recognised the route to the house, but that didn't stop him from wishing desperately that the Bakers had moved to a more nicer household.

It had been over ten years since Adrian had last been here. He was seven when he moved away from this place and moved to the palace. Adrian hadn't known of his power and riches when he was younger. His parents had wanted him to have a normal upbringing and a normal life with normal friends. Friends like Katherine Baker.

He sighed again and looked out at the window. The place hadn't changed much. The lawn had been recently mowed, but still looked scruffy. The fence had a new coat of paint on it, but it was chipping away fastly.

His parents expected him - The Prince - to live here?

"Sir, we have arrived."

Adrian's piercing eyes snapped towards Talbot. "I know that, Talbot, don't you think I can see this horrible place?"

"Sorry, Sir," Talbot murmured, turning back to the front of the car and remaining silent.

Adrian looked back at the house. If he was correct, then this was only a three bedroom house. A bedroom on the bottom floor - the master bedroom - and two bedrooms upstairs. Katherine's bedroom was the one with the balcony. He remembered when they used to -

You will not go there, Adrian. Not today, not ever. He snapped to himself as he yanked on the handle to the door.

The prince stepped out of the limousine, his face a hard mask of nothing. He refused to show anyone how pissed he was at his parents for sending him back to this horrible place and he most definitely refused to show how anxious he was to see Katherine Baker again.

"I'll get your bags, Sir," Talbot murmured, closing the door of the limousine after the Prince had gotten out. Nodding, Adrian turned for the sidewalk, and kicked the gate open with carelessness. Who knew what could be on that filthy gate? His nose scrunched up just thinking about it.

Without looking back at Talbot who was shouting for the Prince to wait, that he'll knock the door for him, he marched up to the door and stopped in front of it.

It wasn't too late to turn back. He could steal the limo and go to one of his cousins houses. They wouldn't mind; he was the Prince; they'd do that for him.

Well, not if his parents had warned them not to.

Adrian shook his head, letting his dark black hair fall into his face, and raised his fist. Pounding on the door, he shrugged out of jacket as he waited for someone to answer the door.

After a couple of minutes and a lot of shouting going in on inside, the door opened, revealing a woman that he immediately recognised as Melissa Baker.

"Oh! Adrian!" she gushed as she saw him standing there. With out no hesitation, she darted towards him, and wrapped her arms around him. Adrian stumbled back slightly, surprised with this womans boldness. He hadn't remembered her this bold.

Wrapping his arms around her and patting her on the back awkwardly, Adrian noticed that she still wore the same strawberry perfume. The perfume that he had gotten her. He was six at the time and Melissa Baker loved strawberries, as did Adrian himself. So he decided to go out and buy her some strawberry perfume that he'd been saving up for months.

Now, he reminisced, he didn't need to save. He could have whatever he wanted; whenever he wanted it.

"Adrian son," Thomas Baker greeted, pulling his wife away from Adrian and pulling him into a weird man hug sort of thing. Adrian did it back, not used to being treated like this, but did it with a smile anyways. "Good to see you, boy."

"You too, Mr Baker," Adrian said back, taking a step back when they were finished with their manly greetings.

Thomas waved his hand dismissal. "Whats with the formalities? Please, it's Thomas."

"Right," Adrian smiled, shooting Talbot a glare as he came to stop beside them. "And this is Talbot . . . my driver."

While Mr and Mrs Baker - sorry, Thomas and Melissa - exchanged greetings Adrian stepped past them and into the house.

The colour on the walls was now a shade darker (Adrian didn't know if that was from new paint or just dirt) and the wooden floors where still the same. They still had the same dent and marks where Adrian and Katherine used to mess around.

Talking about Katherine . . . Adrian looked up and met the eyes of a teenage girl. She was medium height, slender, slightly tanned skin, and bright blue eyes.

"It's about time the help came to my assistance," he said, taking his jacket off and throwing it at the girl. It landed on her head, messing up her what seems to be, her just brushed hair.

She ripped the jacket off from her head and glared harshly at Adrian. "Do I look like a coat rack to you?" her words where as harsh as her glare.

Adrian smirked and crossed his arms. "Now you do," he grinned.

Her lips curled up into a snarl. With one hard throw, she threw the jacket back at the Prince. "I see we are gonna have fun with this," she began, a mischievous slowly gracing her lips. "Number one: people are not your coat hangers. It seems as if you have a lot of learning to do, Adrian."

Melissa and Thomas both decided to enter the room at that point. "Oh Adrian! I see you and Katherine have got once again acquainted."

Adrian cocked his eyebrow to hide his surprise. So this fiesty girl was Katherine Baker? This was definitely going to be something.