(A/N: This is if Chip had been a year old when the movie happened.)

Chip woke up earlier than usual. Today was the day he and his girlfriend, Penelope, were going on a picnic. He went into the kitchen and made some sandwiches and packed whatever was necessary for a picnic at the park. When his mother came in she asked,

"Where are you going, love?"

"On a picnic with Penelope, Mama. I'll be back later."

As Chip was about to leave, he was stopped by Genevieve, the princess.

"Hi, Chip. Where are you going?"

"Hello, Genevieve. I'm going on a picnic with Penelope," Chip said smiling. Genevieve's face fell.

"O-Oh. Okay." She walked away.

Chip watched her go for a moment and wondered 'What's wrong with her?' He brushed it off and walked out.

Penelope was beautiful. With jet black raven hair, sapphire blue eyes, and skin as pale as a human can get.

She and Chip were having a lovely time, chasing eachother throughout the park. When they stopped, Penelope noticed Chip seemed to have a distant look in his eyes.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Chip looked at her and chuckled, "Oh, I'm just thinking about the princess."

That was regular with Chip. Penelope always found herself jealous of the girl when Chip talked or thought about the princess. What did she have that she didn't? Penelope was beautiful, kind, smart, fun, and caring. Everything she thought the princess wasn't. However, she didn't know just how wrong she was.

Princess Genevieve was in the library reading her favorite story, Sleeping Beauty. While she read, she imagined her as Sleeping Beauty and Chip as her prince that awakens her with a kiss. She loved him. She was young, yes, but she knew ske loved Chip more than just a brother. She tried to give him hints about it daily, but he never seemed to catch on.

As she looked out the window, she remembered all the times when they were younger how they would play outside for hours on end until they were literally forced back into the palace. She remembered how, when it rained, Chip always found something fun to do that she didn't think was as fun as he said it was, but he always managed to somehow get her to play with him and she would have just as much fun as he was, if not more.

As they grew older, they preferred to read to eachother. She loved it when he read to her. His voice was so enchanting, so beautiful. His voice was deeper than anyone would think of for a boy his age. It was as low as Lumiere's without the accent, yet it was as high as her father's at the same time. She loved everything about him. His voice, his eyes, the way he smiled at her, his blonde hair, and more. However, it was not only his physical features that she liked. No, then it wouldn't be love, but lust. She loved his kindness, his gentleness, how smart he was, how he could be both serious and playful, and more.

Whenever Chip spoke of his current girlfriend, she became jealous. When he said how beautiful Penelope was, and when she had met her herself, she wondered if she was even close to being that pretty. She didn't know that most of the boys in the village thought she was drop dead gorgeous. She looked exactly like her mother did at her age, with her father's color of hair and his baby blue eyes; that didn't make her look like her age. No, it made her look like an overgrown five year old.

She wondered if Chip thought as kindly of her as she did of him.