A/N: A little writing warm-up before I start the new chapter Majorette Queen… a short Prinack short story with three or four chapters…
Jack woke up at his usual time on Saturday morning. He rose from his bed and looked to the skylight up above. The sky was a shade of gloomy gray and the clouds covered the sun like a thick wool blanket. Not the weather he had in mind for a day in early June, but he knew that wouldn't stop a certain someone from stopping by his house.
He went downstairs, sat on the couch and waited for her. He already knew that she was going to bug him for some breakfast. Being spoiled all her life, she didn't have a need to learn how to cook and unfortunately for him, he was in the same boat. But luckily, he had his robots for that. They were great cooks.
He continued sitting on the couch pondering about what they should eat. This was going to be a hard decision. She was very picky and plus for a small girl she could eat a whole lot. So, it needed to be something his robots could make a lot of, but it also had to be something that she enjoyed. He thought about it for a moment, then he finally came up a solution.
Pancakes, he thought. She could eat a truckload of pancakes...He called over one of his bots and told it exactly what he wanted, and then it hurried off to get the supplies it would need to create the grand feast. Now, all he needed to do was wait for her to arrive.
Ten minutes past and there was still no sign of her. Jack didn't think anything of it at first; she usually takes her time to get to his house. She liked to look nice for him.
Twenty more minutes went by and she still wasn't there. He was getting a bit anxious. It was almost noon, and he knew she liked to eat before then. He concluded that she probably was walking expect for flying over, so she would probably be a little late.
There is nothing to worry about... she'll be here soon...He ordered the same bot to get started making the food, in hope that she'll be arriving shortly.
Fifteen minutes later the bot was done was making the two dozen pancakes and was now placing them on the table, and she has yet to arrive. Jack was now as nervous as ever. His first instinct was to go look for her, so he grabbed his jacket and headed toward the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" questioned a stern direct voice.
Jack turned around to see his mother leaning against the door wearing a loose nightgown. He was actually surprised to see her. She was gone so much that he forgot that she lived there.
"When did you get back?" he asked.
She went to Panama for a so called "business" trip. And he knew the only business that occurred there was how many martinis she could drink before she was passed out on the beach.
"I came back two days ago..." she answered. "I was just a bit tried, so I stay in my room for the whole time."
Jack glared at her. "You don't need to sugarcoat it... The hangover look is nice on you anyway." he stated sarcastically.
His mother glared back at him and chuckled. "Why aren't you a little sarcastic asshole? But you still didn't answer my question..."
"It's really none of your business..."
"It's for that girl, isn't it?"
Jack looked away from her. He couldn't believe she figured it out so easily.
She walked toward him, with her dark auburn hair flowing in the wind.
"Do you think I was born yesterday? I know that girl comes over when your father and I are away. We do have security cameras."
Jack sighed. He had to remind himself to disable those the next time they leave.
"So what? Why should you care?"
"Listen, the Spicers and the Morbucks are business rivals... your father won't be pleased when he finds out that you're sleeping with the enemy..."
Jack turned a light shade of red. "I-it's nothing like that!"
His mother raised her eyebrow slightly, as to suggest she was saying 'oh really?'.
"It's the truth... we don't do anything... I don't even like her..."
"Oh, for a person who doesn't like her, you do seem to care about her a lot. You even made her some breakfast..."
She walked over to the kitchen table, eying the plate of delicious pancakes that his bot had made a while ago.
"Don't touch those!" Jack yelled.
"And why not? It doesn't look like your girlfriend is coming... why should we let perfectly good food go to waste?"
Jack stormed over to the table and protected the food with his body. "She's not my girlfriend, and I made this for her because she gets hungry..."
"Sounds more like a homeless person than an heiress to million dollar company." His mother stated.
"Don't talk about her like that... you don't know anything about her..."
"So you do like her?"
"Did you hear me say that?" Jack asked.
She shook her head. "Fine, you don't have to tell me, even though I already know. You can go find her if you want. I have to go to England in a few hours, so I'll be gone by the time you two get back. So, you can do what you wish with her, just clean up after yourselves... I hate sticky thi-"
"Bye!" He got up and stormed out the house before another perverted thing came out his mother's mouth. He was glad she was leaving again, now he can focus his attention on finding Princess. The girl he so called "didn't like"...