The Prince of Royalty (PREVIOUSLY ROYALTY HAS ITS PERKS; UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

4

The next morning, Saturday, I didn't have any alarms to wake up to, so I happily slept in until eleven. When I did get up, I showered, brushed my teeth and ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

I got to some cleaning, having decided to organize my closet and dresser. I also put up some pictures from home; one of me and Suzie and one with my parents and then some scenic pictures I'd taken on various occasions.

Bobby, Ingrid and Milo came over around five o'clock after I'd lounged around watching TV for a while, Milo dragging me into my bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to find you the perfect outfit for tonight." I forgot to mention; Milo was a bit fashion-obsessed. He was definitely the best dressed out of us four, and he always made sure we looked sharp. "You have a pretty good sense of style already, so this won't take long." I felt oddly elated by the compliment, finding myself more comfortable with the idea.

Milo ended up picking out a fancy-ish light blue button-up shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans to pair with it. He let me borrow a necklace with a round, silver pendant on it. He directed me to keep the top three buttons of the shirt undone and to wear a few of my rings. I kept my usual small hoops in, and when I was dressed, I looked myself over, impressed.

"Thanks, Milo." He shrugged.

"I'll get Bobby to fix that hair of yours." I frowned now.

"What's wrong with my hair?" He blinked.

"Bobby!" After Bobby attacked my hair with water, a bit of gel and some scentless hairspray, I found myself smiling at my reflection.

"This looks great, Bobby." He smiled brightly.

"I know." I chuckled. He'd given my hair a wet, curly look, but it was somehow dry? I wasn't sure how he did it but I was happy with it. It was nearly seven-thirty when I was finally ready, and I plopped down on the couch.

Finally, around nine-thirty, I heard people starting to fill the halls as they made their way down to Dean's. I stayed in my place on the couch, watching Crazy, Stupid, Love. I was opposed to watching it at first, but Bobby insisted and now I was hooked on it.

"Come on, loverboy. We have a party to get to." I groaned.

"But they're just about to realize that Jacob's girlfriend is Cal's daughter!" Milo laughed, watching Ingrid pull me up by my hands. Bobby looped his arm through my own and pulled me out of the apartment. I made sure to lock my door on my way out and the four of us made our way down the hall. The music was already blasting, and I would've been more worried if I didn't know that the adults left at night. Fools.

Ingrid knocked, and moments later, Dean answered, causing the music's volume to intensify. He was standing next to a guy I'd seen in passing a few times. His name was JT, and apparently he and Dean were best friends.

"Hey, guys. Come in." I stayed behind the group, trying to keep my eyes away from Dean. For some reason, every time I was near him I felt this tingly sensation all over and it made me feel weird. The avoidance of eye contact seemed to work, until I felt a hand on the small of my back. I squirmed out of the touch, turning to see Dean looking down at me. He was around 6'2", half a foot taller than me, and I had to bend my neck a bit to see his eyes. "You came." I blinked.

"I said I would, didn't I?" He chuckled.

"There's that attitude again."

"Did you expect that to change overnight?" He laughed, eyes lighting up, and the sight made me feel funny. All of a sudden, I heard a small squeal and Dean frowned at the sound. I looked behind him, finding a very swirly girl nearing, her eyes alight with excitement at the sight of Dean.