A/N: Okay, so this isn't my best work. Some characters may act a bit OOC, but I guess that's okay. I'm really excited. No flames. Please?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Have you ever liked someone so much, it was scary? Have you ever had your mind drift to them out of nowhere? Have you ever dreamed of them so much, that when you woke up to reality, it was a nightmare, because in the real world, they were never even yours?

Ty Blue had felt this way. He never said he did, or gave away any hints, but he did, and still does. Ever since the day he went out with her...

Tinka Hessenheffer.

She was quite the character. With her strange accent, clothes, and rude extiror, she was what Ty usually thought of as a wierdo. But lately, all he wanted to do was kiss her. Who was he kidding, all he wanted to do was be with her.

That was why, on that special Thursday evening, he sat on his fire escape, overlooking the city. The loud screams of cab-drivers and their blaring horns seemed to be put on mute to Ty's ears because, once again, he was thinking of her.

Ty's phone buzzed inside his pocket. It was a tweet. Ty half-remembered setting his phone to go off anytime someone sent out a tweet. Sometimes, it was annoying. People like Cece and Rocky tweeted every fifty seconds, but other people, like Tinka, only tweeted now and again.

Of course, this time it was Cece, telling the world about her new hair-cut. Ty set his phone down again and watched a dog run down the street to it's owner.

His phone buzzed again. Annoyed, he picked it up, ready to read about Cece's new fabulous t-shirt.

But, it wasn't Cece who had tweeted this time. It was Tinka.

Ty got up and made his way down the fire escape. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of muddy converse. He didn't look like a prince, but that's what he was planning on being. He began running down the street. That's when the first drip fell.

Rain.

It began raining harder, till Ty was soaked, but Ty never once turned around and went back. He had a mission. He would be the prince.

He ran toward the apartment building where the Hessenheffer family lived. He ran up the stairs to her floor, knowing the way without even thinking about it. Finally, he managed to make it to her door. Like any prince, he knocked.

He was creating a puddle from all the water dripping off of him when Tinka answered the door. "Oh my!" She exclaimed. "Ty, why are you so wet?" she said in a thick accent.

"It's raining." Ty said, smiling. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a neon dress with sparkles on it.

Tinka looked at him as if he were insane. And to be truthful, he might have been. "You ran here in the pouring rain?" she asked.

"I read your tweet. You said you needed help." Ty said.

"You ran through the pouring rain to help me with my Algebra homework?" Tinka asked. Ty nodded, a smile on his face.

What Tinka did next, nobody would have expected. She slapped him.

"OW!" Ty exclaimed, rubbing his right cheek.

"When will you understand that you and I will never work?" Tinka exclaimed, in all her glory. She stomped her foot like a child, like a princess. "You can't keep running after me, or keep trying to help me. You're not a prince, Ty."

Tinka began to shut the door, but Ty stopped it with his foot. "I may never be a prince, but whoever said you were a princess?" Ty argued.

"I am a princess." Tinka said matter-of-factly.

Ty scrunched his nose. "Oh ya. I kind of forgot about that." He said.

Tinka rolled her eyes. "You need to go."

"Tinka, please!" Ty exclaimed as she began to shut the door once more.

Tinka stopped for a moment, looking at Ty's figure through the small crack in her door.

Encouraged a bit, Ty smiled. "I'll take you to the pickel museum in the moonlight." He said in a sing-song voice.

Tinka smiled. "Pick me up at seven."