Hey! I'm R-Bubble! You might know of me from some of my other fanfictions, and you might not. As many of my beloved readers *sparkles* know, this is a rewrite of my old fanfiction. Same good ole story, better writing and grammar and less boring dinner scenes *sighs and shakes head kids...*. So until I get a lot of it rewritten, you can already expect what was happening to happen *cough that night at the dinner party* or even more if I happened to let you become an insider on the rest of the story.

If you're new to this fanfiction, then don't ask what happens at the night of the dinner party, you'll find out soon enough. 8D

If you are new however, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! And thanks to all the old ones for reading. Well, thanks to everyone for reading really. It means a lot to me that people will actually read my mediocre writing, even if I sound like the stupid teenager I am.

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As Catherine and I walked side-by-side home from school, I found myself wondering if the school had any princes. Not really someone that lives in a castle and rules a kingdom, but someone that would be respectful like a prince, and treat you almost like royalty.

"Sabrina, what's wrong?" she asked, stopping and frowning.

"Nothing, why would you assume anything's wrong?" I replied defensively.

"Because you're being quiet."

"It's sort of hard to talk when you won't shut up!" I snapped.

She backed away and put her hands up. "Well excuse me for caring."

I sighed and shook my head. "Sorry, I guess I feel sort of lonely."

She put her hands on her hips. "You feel lonely with an awesome friend like me here. I think I'm insulted!"

I laughed at her outrageous response. After a few moments of hysterical laughing, I managed to calm down. "I mean lonely as in single."

The color drained from her face. "Oh."

"Do you think school has any…" I pondered on whether I should say the word "princes" or not. "Good suitors?"

"Well, Josh looked pretty good in his suit at the talent show last year, if that's what you mean."

"No, I mean, do you think there's any… princes?"

"Like regular school kid by day, knight in shining armor by night? Riding white horses and saving dames in distress? Like Hannah Montana?"

I snickered. "Like, someone who's like a prince, that'll act like a prince and treat you like a princess."

"Oh, well what about Victor? He can be charming." I gave her a blunt look. "He's about as charming as a booger, Catherine."

"But he's so cute, it's just about impossible to hate him."

"Well, that's true, but he's not exactly prince material."

"Well what about Carlos? He's definitely like a prince. He's charming and romantic and his hair is just so flowy and silky you can't help but to think of a prince."

"As true as that is, it seems that everyone thinks he's a prince, and he kind of takes advantage of it." "But he is charming no less."

"Yeah. He asked me to dance the waltz of flowers with him the other day, I really have no clue what that means, but it was sort of charming no less."

"Well, what about Leon?"

"You mean the senior in the gardening club? He's real nice, like the big brother I've always wanted."

She shook her head. "There's just no pleasing you, Sabrina."

I giggled. "Go on."

"What about Keith then?"

"What about him?"

"He's like that cool, mysterious prince that you sort of just want to touch to see if he's as cold as he looks."

I shrugged off her weird comment and replied, "He seems too perfect to put up with my imperfections."

She laughed. "You do have many of them."

I hit her arm playfully. "Keep guessing."

"Kyle!" "Head of the basket ball team, different girlfriend a week Kyle? He's way out of my league."

"You don't even have a league unless you step up to bat." I paused for a moment, processing that saying. "Where… where do you come up with these sayings?"

She smiled real wide and said nothing.

"Have any other bright ideas?" I sighed.

"Hmm," she stuck out her tongue and put on her "thinking face". Suddenly, she thrust her finger up into the air. "I've got your perfect prince!"

"Okay, shoot." "Lucas!"

"You mean my childhood friend Lucas that couldn't find his ass from a hole in the ground? I think not."

"You're being so pessimistic!"

I stopped at the doorway to the townhouse. "Yeah yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," I waved at the doorway.

"Make sure to choose your prince tonight!" she called as I walked in.