Summary: Carter is missing Rosie like crazy. Rosie is missing Carter like crazy. How will they fix this problem?

Warning: This story contains **gasp** femslash. But really about 99% of PPP fanfics do, so I feel like this should be expected.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, although I wish I did because then PPP would have been sooo much gayer than it already was. Oh… it just had so much lesbian subtext, if it wasn't a Disney movie, Rosie and Carter totally would have gotten married at the end haha.

**Carter's POV**

Here I am, sitting on the edge of my bed just staring at my beat-up converse sneakers, wondering how I got to this point. A few months ago I was just your average teenage girl. That was until she came into my life. I never really thought about why I wasn't all that interested in boys. Sure, there was Donnie, but every girl liked him… so why shouldn't I?

Well, now I know exactly why I shouldn't. My reason comes in the form of a princess… scratch that, Queen. See, I just got back from Costa Luna, where I watched the best friend I've ever had become the ruler of her country. The only problem is she isn't just my best friend. She is so much more than that.

She is a symphony, the most beautiful song I've ever heard. She is rain after a drought, the relief I need when everything seems like such a mess. She is everything… she is my everything. Only she isn't mine. She doesn't even know that I am truly and desperately in love with her. She can never know…

"ugh" I lay back on my bed with a frustrated sigh.

I've been laying here for ten minutes trying to think of anything, but Rosie… it's no use, my thoughts always find their way back to her.

**knock** **knock**

Great, what does my dad want now?

"What?!" I yell out, not even attempting to move from my comfortable position.

"Carter" I hear a feminine voice say from the other side of the door. Wait… is that…

"Carter, it's Rosie. Let me in." Rosie commands in a polite tone.

I leap from my bed and run to the door, opening it to let her in.

"Rosie…" I breathe out, not completely sure whether this is a dream or not. She stares back at me with a mischievous grin on her face before she jumps at me and tackles me to the ground.

"Carter!! I know it's only been three days, but I've missed you so much." She says as she leans over me, her lower body pinning me the ground. I silently gulp, praying that she doesn't notice.

"Geeze Rosie, I really didn't think princesses tackled people." I say with a grin.

"Well, a Queen must always know how to overtake any attacker." She replies, emphasizing 'Queen'… my bad, I guess she'll always be a princess to me.

"Well Queen Rosalinda, I do believe it was you that attacked me. I'm the victim here. Now get off me!" I quip back at her, trying my hardest to ignore the lack of space between us.

"I do believe that is not the way you speak to your superior." She jokes, not budging an inch.

"Ugh fine, even though technically you aren't my superior because I do not live in your country. Queen Rosalinda, will you please ever so kindly remove yourself from me." I retort flashing the most charming smile I can muster.

"I shall fulfill your wish." She pushes herself up off the floor and holds out her hand to help me do the same.

"So Rosie, not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are you here? Don't you have an entire country to run?" I ask as we move to sit on the edge of my bed. She sits face forward and I decide to sit Indian style beside her, facing her.

"I just could not stand being without my best friend." She said with a sad smile as she took my hand in hers. "I cannot deal with the fact that we are in two different countries. I need you with me at all times."

"I need you too, Rosie. I've only just had you in my life for a few months, but I know that I want you to be in my life forever."

After I say this, her eyes lock onto mine and I swear every few seconds they would fall to my lips. Then, she starts moving closer to me at an agonizingly slow pace. I can't breathe. I'm so afraid that this is a dream.

**knock** **knock**

And just like that the moment is ruined.

"Hey girls" my dad says, poking his head in the door. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Burgers" Rosie says looking at me with a reminiscent smile.

"Burgers it is, then." And he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Suddenly the air seems to become so thick with tension that I swear I could cut it with a knife. Rose is staring at the wall. I know that she is looking at the picture frame that is occupied with a picture of us at the homecoming dance. I watch her lips turn up in a smirk and decide I should probably say something.

"So, how long are you staying?"

"As long as it takes to convince your father that the two of you should move Costa Luna." She says, wearing a confident grin.

I bite my lip as I think about the possibility of living in Costa Luna. Would we get to have sleepovers? Can the Queen have sleepovers? What about school? Would we both be taught by her private tutors? Or does she even have tutors now that she has so much on her plate?

"Carter?" The sound of her voice breaks my train of thought.

"Yeah Rosie?"

"Do you w-want to move to Costa Luna?" She looks at me with hopeful eyes and I crack.

"I want to be wherever you are."