Ok, so this story here is a first for me. My first three part story, my first girl/girl story, my first Princess Protection Program story. I watched the movie yesterday online, went into town and bought it, then started a fanfiction. ^^;

So it'll come in three parts. The first chapter will be Carter's POV, the second Rosie's and the third a closing to the story.

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Rosie: I want to make a difference.

Carter: To do something more important with your life?

Rosie: Yes.

And that was the exact moment that I, Carter Mason, fell in love with Rosalinda Marie Montoya Fiore. It was also in that moment that my heart shattered, because I knew. I knew we could never work.

Princesses fall in love with Princes, moron, not Louisiana tomboys. Don't you know it could never work? Carter lay in bed, her back turned towards Rosie as she tried to ignore the strength of the emotions pulsing through her. There's also that little problem of us both being... female. Princesses will most definitely never fall in love with other girls. Carter pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, trying to force Rosie out of her mind.

The silence was suffocating, however, and before she had even had a chance to think, Carter had flung herself out of bed and onto the cool wood floor of her bedroom, the force of her landing jarring her ankles and causing her to bit back a curse.

Glancing back quickly to make sure Rosie hadn't been woken by the loud thud her feet had just created, Carter began her decent to the back yard. Her bare feet slapped against the cold wood as she thundered down the stairs, not caring if she woke up her dad, or if he was angry at her the next morning.

Hell, she didn't even care if she woke up Rosie now. It'd serve that little princess right for making her feel so... confused; so... dazed; so incredibly high... With a breathy sigh, Carter pushed open the door, letting the cold air drift over her bare face.

Closing the door carefully behind her, Carter made her way around the house, stumbling slightly as her eyes adjusted to the midnight darkness. Once her eyes had adjusted, Carter was able to stumble along the path towards the dock, sharp pebbles bruising the bottoms of her feet as s he walked, the cool breeze lifting her hair away from her face and raising goose bumps on her naked arms.

When the driveway ended, giving way to the smooth wood of the dock, Carter started to feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes. For a moment, she stood motionless, letting the dock sway gently beneath her, then she was walking quickly to the end, determined to wipe the thought of Rosie from her mind: a mind so raw and worn from trying to dislodge this... obsession... that it was barely capable of proper thought.

As she neared the end, Carter burst into a run, propelling herself at the last moment high into the night air before dropping with a splash in the murky water.

It wasn't until her head was completely submerged in the icy water that the terror set in. Never had Carter admitted, to anyone, her fear of being completely underwater. She could swim fine, managing to doggie paddle her way around the lake or pool when called for, but the moment her hear disappeared from the world of free air, the metallic terror took over her entire being.

Carter thrashed wildly for a moment, her right hand smashing into something hard just as she cracked the surface, causing the shriek of pain and fear to ring out loudly across the lake. Icy water bit into her skin, soaking through the fabric of her shirt and pants as she swiped the water away from her face with her injured hand, trying to ignore the throbbing pain shooting through her arm in protest, the other grasping tightly to the dock, knuckles white.

With a gasp, Carter hauled herself back onto the cool wood of the dock; the breeze that had been so refreshing a moment before was now brutal against the soaked garments plastered against her skin. She choked back tears of shame, the moments of peace long gone as everything crashed down upon her.

Why...? Why does everything have to be so complicated? The last word was bitter in her thoughts, pieces of her life flitting in an out of her mind like tiny fairies. Memories of her mother, the woman who she'd always taken for granted until it really was too late. All those times her dad had come home days late from a mission and Carter had been convinced she'd never seen him again. The last time her mother had ever cooked for them, when each and every taste that had entered Carter's mouth that night burned into her memory forever, though the words were quickly forgotten. And Rosie, the girl with the tragic past doing everything in her power to protect her mother from harm.

That kind of bravery ... to have that kind of bravery... Carter rolled onto her back, staring up at the starlit night as thoughts flooded her already overwhelmed mind. And even if she ever thought of me as anything but a friend ... I could never, never let it happen. Let us happen. I can't let my heart break again. I can't let Rosie fail her people. I can't... I can't... I can't...

"Carter? Carter!?" a voice pulled her back into a shaky reality, a voice very much unlike her father's.

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I hope you liked this. Please tell me what you think and if it was too dramatic... =____=;