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

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I woke up on Saturday morning in my own bed after leaving the party nearly immediately after talking to Dean. I had climbed into my bed and curled up, refusing to let myself think about it. But all I did was think about it. Dean kissing me. The memory of the party. Dean asking me what this was.

What is this? He probably doesn't even care. He probably just wants another person added to his list of booty calls. I frowned at my bitter thoughts. Then why did he ask if he didn't care?

I shook my head at myself. I needed to shower and eat before I started interrogating every corner of the situation. Whatever the situation was.

After showering, I headed into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Frowning at the few items in it, I shut the fridge door and pulled out two pieces of bread. I dropped them into the toaster and turned the dial to two, pushing the lever down all the way. While it cooked, I pulled out the butter, grape jelly and a butter knife, along with a small plate. When the toast popped up, I spread the butter and jelly across the bread, and then cut the two pieces into triangles. After pouring myself a cup of orange juice, I took a place at the dining table.

I jumped at the sound of rapid knocking on my front door and my stomach dropped as I wondered if it was Dean. I was torn between relief and deflation when I met Bobby's eyes. His narrowed eyes.

"You little shit." I frowned as he walked in, no invitation, and sat at my dining room table. He helped himself to a piece of toast and I shut the front door.

"Hello to you, too." He snapped his head to meet mine and I saw his hard eyes. Okay, he's mad. I took an instinctive step back. "What's wrong?"

"You said you were sleeping at mine last night!" I relaxed a bit, and then smiled a little.

"I know, I'm sorry, Bobby. I needed to sleep at home, I wasn't feeling well." His expression changed.

"Why, what was wrong? Do you feel better?" I chuckled at his worry.

"Yeah, I just had a bad headache." I felt bad for lying to him but I wasn't ready to talk about Dean yet. Not until I knew what I was talking about.

"Oh... Well, what are you doing now?"

"I'm gonna go shopping after I eat. I'm out of food." He nodded. "Wanna come?" He grinned.

"Yeah, I need to get some food, too."

"Are you actually gonna get food or just more ice cream?" I teased. He scrunched his face up at me and I took my place at the table again, finishing my food.

Bobby and I walked to the store, and I listened as he told me about his night with Connor. Some kissing, some flirting, some talking. Nothing serious, he said. But I could tell from the slight flush in his cheeks and the tenacious smile on his lips that he didn't mean that.

While shopping, Bobby and I separated to get our items, agreeing to meet at the cash registers in half an hour. While in the chip aisle, I looked up to see a familiar face nearing me.

"Johnny," he smiled politely.

"Hey, Alex," I smiled back.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, you?" He shrugged slowly, picking up a bag of potato chips and examining them before placing them into the basket hanging off of his arm.

"I'm alright. Did you have fun at the party last night?" I paused, and he met my eyes. "With... Dean? Are you guys not... together?" I frowned.

"No? We're not. Why would you think that?" He tilted his head to the side, and the way his fingers were knitting together told me that he was genuinely confused, and he seemed a bit nervous.