Nameless Prince

By: Kiso

Summary: How come princes in fairy tales never have names? Lilly wonders the same thing just as strange letters keep appearing at her door…

A fun little idea that will probably turn into a short, sweet story. I'm really getting into Hannah Montana! Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Sweet Dreams

Cinderella was smitten with the Prince. Sleeping Beauty was awakened by the Prince. Snow White was saved by the Prince. But who is the Prince? Does he have a name? Why does the savior of the beautiful girl never even get named?

He's just a nameless prince.

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Lilly Trescott was a beautiful girl with long, flowing blonde and a skater look that fit her well. She had many requests for relationships, but she politely rejected them. Maybe it was silly, but Lilly was waiting for her prince charming.

Lilly skated down the walk to her house and opened the door. Her mom worked all day, so Lilly was usually home alone, unless her brother visited from college. Lilly sighed and put her backpack down.

"Too much homework," Lilly muttered, grabbing a pencil and starting on her algebra homework. Ever since she had started high school, the homework had gotten harder and harder.

Lilly finished the last of her homework and groaned. "At least it's the weekend," Lilly said, turning on the TV. She flipped the channels until she noticed that her favorite movie was on.

Cinderella.

She felt sort of embarrassed, but it didn't matter. Lilly wanted to be a Cinderella; she wanted a guy to go to all that trouble to get her. Lilly leaned against the back of the couch and felt her eyes slowly close.

"I wanna be a Cinderella, Daddy," Lilly looked up and saw her dad looming over her.

"You're my Cinderella," Lilly's dad said, twirling her around. She was suddenly in a long, flowing dress. The music was entrancing her mind. Suddenly, her dad disappeared and somebody else was dancing with her. She was older, more sophisticated and mature.

A familiar person was in front of her. Lilly couldn't quite make out his face; he was in the shadows. But she could never forget those dark eyes. It was almost coming back...

Lilly's cell phone rang as she jolted from the couch. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and said, "Hello?"

"Lilly! Let's go to the beach!" Lilly's best friend, Miley Stewart, said over the phone. "Don't even say yes or no, I'll meet you there!" Miley hung up and Lilly quickly changed into her two-piece.

As the sand hit her toes, Lilly spread out her arms and let the warm breeze hit her. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and her towel was lied out behind her.

Miley Stewart was a beautiful girl with straight brown hair and unforgettable green eyes. Her braids moved back and forth as she started to dance to her iPod. Lilly looked at Miley and laughed.

"Miley!" Lilly said loud enough so that Miley could hear her. Miley took a headphone out of one ear and looked at Lilly. "You look a monkey having a seizure. You can sing, but you need moves!"

"Shut up!" Miley said, laughing. Miley's alter ego was Hannah Montana, famous pop sensation. "I have awesome moves, you're just jealous," Miley said, throwing a braid behind her shoulder. "Let's go for a swim! I'm burning out here!"

Lilly ran to the water and dipped her toes in; it was perfect. Lilly went out until it was waist-deep and Miley followed. They splashed each other and told jokes and laughed until their stomachs hurt. Lilly dived underwater and jumped back up as a hand touched her shoulder.

Upon surfacing, Lilly came face to face with Oliver, her best guy friend. Oliver Oaken was handsome boy with a toned torso and messy brown hair. Lilly splashed him as he tickled her stomach underwater.

Oliver laughed as Miley tackled him from behind. Lilly smiled as she saw them goofing around. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled. Oliver surfaced and said, "Sheesh, Lilly. Could you get any louder?"

"Shut up, Oliver. Miley, let's go get some pizza," Lilly said.

Oliver looked at her with his deep eyes and said, "I'm not invited, Lilly?"

Lilly groaned falsely and said, "Well, I guess." She said, adding, "Kidding, kidding." They all went to the nearest pizza place and ordered a large pepperoni.

"Anyway," Miley said, taking a small bite of pizza, "Jake was so cute today! Did you see that jacket he was wearing? Amazing!"

Oliver sighed and Lilly rolled her eyes. Jake Ryan was Miley's current love interest. Miley talked about him every ten seconds. Lilly was kind of jealous that Miley had found her perfect man; Lilly had liked him at first, but then lost interest when Miley showed a liking for him.

Lilly looked at the digital clock on her cell phone and said, "Sorry, guys, I gotta go." Lilly stood up and Oliver grabbed her arm.

"Wait, I have to go, too. I'll walk you home. It's pretty late. Want to come with us, Miley?" Oliver asked, turning to Miley.

Miley shook her head and said, "No, thanks. Jackson's coming in, like, five minutes. Good night, guys. Call me tomorrow, Lilly!"

Lilly and Oliver exited the place and Lilly said, "Miley's so crazy sometimes."

Oliver smiled and said, "Yeah," in a dreamy tone.

Lilly wondered if Oliver liked Miley. They would make a cute couple, Lilly thought. But as soon as the thought entered her head, she felt a sharp pang in her heart. But Lilly ignored and it asked, "Oliver, do you like Miley?"

Oliver laughed his hearty laugh and said, "No. Miley's a great girl, but she's not really my type."

Lilly pursed her lips. Who was his type? Lilly really wanted to know, even though she didn't know why. "So…what is your type?"

Oliver thought for a while and finally said, "Well, I like girls who can be creative. You know, girls who can have a pile of junk and turn it into a sculpture, or a girl who can have a blank piece of paper in front of her and make a masterpiece. And a smart girl. A girl who I can listen to music to and have a conversation with."

Suddenly, Lilly wanted to become that girl. Creative, smart, musical, conversational. She wanted to paint. She wanted to grab a textbook and read it. She wanted to turn on the radio and memorize lyrics. She wanted to talk.

"What kind of guy is your type?" Oliver asked.

"Huh? Oh! Hold on, let me think," Lilly said, racking her brain. Lilly had never really thought about it. She had always just wanted a prince charming. Then she finally managed to organize her thoughts. "I really don't want a moron, but I don't want an Einstein, either. I want a guy that I can hug and be happy with. A guy who loves to hold me and be with me." Lilly was surprised as the words escaped her lips; she had never told anybody this.

Not even herself.

Oliver stopped walking and looked at her. "That's sweet," Oliver said, cocking his head to the side and smiling. "Well, we're here." Lilly turned around and gasped; they were indeed in front of Lilly's house.

"Okay; thanks for walking me. Good night," Lilly said, watching Oliver walk away.

He turned around and said, "Sweet dreams."

Lilly closed her front door and whispered, "You, too." An involuntary smile crossed her face as she thought of what had just happened.

As Lilly was climbing into bed, she found a note on her balcony. She grabbed the small red envelope and opened it. Inside, in fancy script writing, was a small message.

Did you ever notice how princes in fairy tales never have names?
-Your Nameless Prince

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Did you guys like that? It came out longer than I had expected! Review and it'll continue!

-Kiso