Disclaimer: I do not own anything etc…. You all know how that goes…

Summary: The first chapter is what I believe to be the most boring chapter. There will be more intense scenes so it will be rated M for later chapters. For now, I'll just have to rate it T for innuendos…

Carter Mason spotted her father's car in the driveway as the school bus pulled onto the road along side her house. It's been a few days since her father left on the trip and he's back already. She rushed off the bus without a single good-bye to anyone except for the driver. It seemed that no one else seemed to mind.

She trudged through the mulch driveway and towards her small shack-like house. The house looked like it could have been on the cover of Louisiana Times; it was completely made out of wood and was complete with a small deck that was used for fishing in the lake.

The wooden planks creaked as she made her way up the stairs and through the door. "Hey, Dad!" Carter shouted into the air, slamming the door behind her. "I'm home." She continued, taking another bite out of her bagel. Spotting the mail on the stairs, she held her bagel with her teeth and scanned through the mail. Only one was for her; a post card covered in stamps from her father. He always made sure to write her a postcard even though he did call constantly it just seemed more traditional and personal to write. Though he made sure to write, she usually saw him before the post cards came anyway.

Hey, Pal. Costa Luna is amazing. I'll make sure I get you something nice while I'm here and I'll snag some sand from the beach to add to your collection. There are plenty of pictures so it will seem like you were right here with me. There's a really great one with me and a parrot... well you'll see it when I get home but it talks and everything. Well, I'll be home soon. –Dad

She continued to walk up the stairs, postcard at hand and bagel in mouth until she heard her father ran in from the docks. "Hey, Pal." her father panted. She opened up her arms, preparing for a hug but got interrupted by a plate. "I made you dinner. You're favorite." He smiled, holding up a plate of stake wrapped in bacon with baked-ziti on the side. "And I was thinking you could take the day off from the bait shop. Spend a little time with your dad."
Carter shot him a questioning look. "But isn't it more rewarding for me to learn worth ethics at this early age?" she mocked, repeating a previous speech given to her by her father. She raised a brow. "So what happened? You never cook."
"You have to promise not to freak out." She took another bite of her bagel, accidentally leaving cream cheese on the sides of her mouth. "Well, follow me." He began up the steps, practically jogging in front of her.

They approach her room when he paused in front of the door. "What? Did you get me a puppy and it tore up my room?" She joked, continuing to pursue a serious face.
"Um… sort of… kind of..." He bit his lower lip as he turned the knob. He opened the door, revealing another person. It was another girl standing along side of her suitcase.

Carter's jaw dropped. A person was in her room with out her consent; without her knowing. "How is this similar?" she asked in disbelief.
Her father tried to muster up the words. "Well, I told you I'd bring you home something." He light-heartedly laughed at his statement. "Carter, don't get mad. She's here to stay just for a while. Until we know she's safe, she is to remain here." He began to explain the situation with the evil dictator and the Princess Protection Program. "That means you have to take care of her when I can't, okay, Pal?"

"What do you mean, when I can't?" Her eyes darted to the window seat where a bed was obviously set up. "And I know I am not sleeping anywhere but my bed."
"You'll be taking her to school." Carter scoffed. "And you two have to settle between the sleeping arrangements, okay?" There was silence. The Princess continued to blankly stare at the two with a wide smile. "I know it's not fair to throw something like this onto you but you have to see it from her eyes too. Her and her entire kingdom is in danger…"
She leered back over at the Princess and began. "Do you have anything to say? Do you even speak?" She asked with a slight sneer, annoyed not hearing any reaction from the strange girl standing in her private space.

"Oh," she finally spoke. "Only when spoken to." She remained with a wide smile on her face, appearing to be unaffected by the events taken place.
"You two get acquainted and I'll go make another plate." Her father said, handing her the plate of her favorite food. Quickly leaving the room, Carter closed the door behind him.

Carter looked over at the Princess and spoke. "So, you do you have a name?" She attempted to strike up some sort of conversation.

"Yes, my name is Rosalinda Maria Montoya Fioré." She continued to smile. "And may I speak to you about the sleeping arrangements?" Finally showing a little bit of emotion, she shuffled her folded hands and faced the floor.

"Yeah, go a head." Carter sat on her bed, watching the princess nervously try to speak to her. "We have to sleep sometime and I am not giving up my bed."

Rosalinda nodded, and continued to stare at the floor. "It is certainly not very lady like for me to sleep upon a window sill. My back and body will certainly not allow that. Would we possibly be able to share your bed." She looked up from the floor and awaited her answer.

Her eyes shift to the twin sized bed. She sighed, remembering the situation. "Fine, but I get the covers." Carter glimpsed up at the princess and her head was yet again down, and she nodded. "Ugh. Fine but you get the smallest blanket.

Rosalinda looked up at her and smiled, a different smile from her previous plastered one. "Thank you." She approached Carter and spoke. "I do not have anything to sleep in for the travel was in such urgency. Do you have anything I may sleep in?"
Standing up, Carter retrieved a long football jersey that used to be her "outing" clothing wear but eventually grew out of her more extreme tomboy state. "Here." She handed the over-sized jersey to the princess. Rosalinda looked down at the jersey, questioning the choice of attire. "Well, go change." Without another word, the princess excused herself and headed to the bathroom to change.
Taking another bite of her bagel, she took a look at the princess' suitcase. What in the world did she pack if she didn't have any pajamas? She shuffled around her room, changing into pajamas for herself and she heard a knock at the door. "Yeah?" she yelled.

"May I enter?" was faintly heard on the other side. Carter laughed at her own joke that derived itself from inside her head. She told her to enter and the door slowly creaked open revealing a half naked princess before her. The holes in the jersey left little to the imagination but went unnoticed by Rosalinda. Carter practically choked on her bagel when she remembered why she always wore an undershirt with that jersey. "Are you all right?" She innocently asked. All Carter was able to do was nod. "Oh, you have something on your lips." She stated.

Licking her lips, she failed to get the cream cheese off of the sides of her mouth. "Did I get it?" She asked, continuing to chew on her bagel. Rosalinda shook her head and stepped closer to her. Gently, she grabbed her by her face and used her thumbs to wipe away what was left over. Rosalinda's chest heaved and she exhaled. Her smile soon turned into a grin as she licked the remainder off of her thumbs. Carter was actually speechless.
"I have removed it." She said triumphantly. "We must now go and eat, yes?" she asked eagerly. Carter nodded.

As Rosalinda headed for the door, Carter stopped her, looking down at her attire. "We can eat in my room." Before running down the stairs, she took another long look at the half naked princess sitting with her legs crossed on her bed.

Carter smiled to herself. It's going to be an interesting night.

P.S. To be honest, I did not see the movie (but I'm looking forward to it)!

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