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

6

I started on my walk, taking all the turns that I thought were correct, before finally admitting to myself that I was lost. I groaned, mentally reprimanding myself as I pulled out my phone and opened up my contacts. Just as I was about to click on Bobby's contact, I noticed Dean's name beneath Bobby's.

"What?" I mumbled to myself, not recalling ever having his number before this. I went to click Bobby's name, but accidentally clicked Dean's. I gasped dramatically, then sighed in relief as I realized I still hadn't clicked the call button. I smiled softly, laughing at myself, before going to click out of his contact, but my finger hit the call button instead. I yelped, then quickly hung up.

I squeezed my eyes shut so hard, it hurt.

"Stupid, stupid, Johnny." I went to call Bobby for real this time, then froze when an incoming call came onto my screen. It was Dean. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." I hesitantly answered.

"Hello?" I greeted carefully, hearing voices in the background.

"Johnny?" I sighed.

"Yeah, why is your number in my phone?" It was quiet.

"I don't know. Why is yours in mine? And why did you call me?" I frowned.

"I didn't mean to, I meant to call Bobby... and I don't know why my number's in your phone."

"We probably exchanged numbers last night." I slapped my head, upset that I hadn't thought of that, but quickly regretted it as I made my headache worse. I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut. "Are you okay? Wait, why are you calling Bobby? Aren't you here?"

"No, I left."

"...Your friends are still here."

"Yeah? I left alone."

"Why?"

"Why the third degree?"

"Are you home?" Right after he asked, a car honked at a car in front of it. "Nevermind then. Where are you?" 

"I don't know, I was about to call Bobby to ask him how to get back to the campus."

"What street are you on?" I looked around for the street sign, squinting when I found it.

"Um... Landing Avenue."

"Okay." My jaw dropped as the three beeps that signaled that the call had been ended rung through my ears. I stared at my phone for a few minutes, unable to decide if I was unbothered, surprised, confused or pissed off that the jackass had just hung up on me. Just as I had decided to call Bobby, I noticed a car pulling up beside the sidewalk. I frowned as the passenger window rolled down before I recognized those grey eyes and that black hair and that suntanned skin.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Get in," Dean demanded and I blinked.

"Excuse you." He sighed impatiently.

"Johnny, just get in." I didn't like the bossiness of his tone.

"Ask nicely." He blinked.

"Either get in or I'll get out and carry you to the car." I scoffed.

"I'm sure you will." He quirked an eyebrow. "All you have to do is say please." He pondered it for a moment, before he seemed to come to a conclusion. He turned off his car, unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed out of his car, approaching me.

"You're stubborn," he said when he reached me and I looked up at him defiantly.

"Oh well." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"Yeah, no thanks. I'll walk."

"Johnny, it's almost 100 degrees out here, you don't even know how to get back, and you clearly have a hangover." I frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you look like hell." Well... at least he's honest. I clicked my tongue, looking around. Apparently I was taking too long for Dean's patience (or lack thereof), because the next thing I knew, I was being thrown over his shoulder and to his car.

"Dean— What the hell? Put me down!"

"Fine." He plopped me down in the passenger seat, shutting the door before I could tell him off for treating me like a child. When he climbed into the driver's seat, he looked at me as if he was daring me to say something, and I just huffed.

"Fuck you," I muttered as he started the engine and the cool air from the vents blew onto my face, relieving me.

"Already did that, remember?" I shot him a pointed look and he smiled charmingly, winking at me. I narrowed my eyes. Two can play at this game.

"Considering the fact that my ass is sore, I'd say it was the other way around." His mouth fell open, all smugness gone, and I looked away, biting back a triumphant smile. He just drove, and I was proud of myself. One point for Johnny.

The drive was silent, no music or anything, and it seemed tense. I didn't like that. When we got to the apartments, we both climbed out of the car and I frowned at Dean. "You're not going back?" He shook his head quietly. I figured he was just tired, so I shrugged it off and we headed up. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and to my confusion, Dean stood behind me as I did so. "What are you doing?"

"Do you want to hang out?" He asked softly. I frowned.

"Um... why?" He blinked, shrugging.

"Just because." I stared at him.

"Sure... I guess." I stepped into my apartment, leaving the door open so that Dean knew he was allowed in. He closed the door behind himself and I went into the kitchen and got out the Advil, taking out two glasses and filling them with water as well. I handed one to Dean and tossed two Advil into my mouth, offering the bottle to him afterwards. "I already took some this morning," he said softly. I nodded, setting the bottle down and placing the lid back on it.

"I'm not mad at you." He looked at me with soft eyes. Sincere eyes.

"I didn't say that I thought you were." I nodded softly.

"Right." He paused, and I looked away.

"I thought you were," he said quietly. I met his eyes, gnawing on my lip.

"I'm not."

"No?" I shook my head.

"No. I'm just... confused." He tilted his head to the side. "I'm straight." His face softened a bit before a grin took place on his face.

"You're... straight?" He echoed, his voice sounding strained, as if he was fighting back a laugh. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Yes, Dean. I'm straight."

"Not to step out of line or anything, Johnny, but I don't know many straight guys who sleep with other guys. I don't know any, actually." I frowned at him.

"I was drunk. Maybe I was just curious." He shrugged.

"So? From what I can remember, you were very enthusiastic about it." I frowned, ignoring the heat creeping up my cheeks.

"I thought you couldn't remember?"

"I said bits and pieces, remember? It's coming back to me, slowly." I looked down at my hands.

"I can't relate." I felt his eyes on me. I looked up to find him watching me. "I'm just going to go lay down now." He sighed and nodded, standing from his place on the couch.

"Okay, well... I'm probably going to take a nap, too, so... I'll see you around."

"School tomorrow," I reminded him and he groaned, bringing a smile to my face.

"Don't make me think about it." I laughed a little, walking him to the door. "See you," he said softly. I smiled carefully at him, closing the door.

"I hope so," I whispered to myself, not knowing why I was hoping so, only knowing that I was.