Princesses will go unnoticed
~Part 1~
prologue
Present day 1800s
It is told, that should a person mix water, sugar, and cow innards together, they mustn't drink it. When their first-born child turns one, the child must drink out of the same glass, and take just one sip. When he grows up, his first-born child must reach the age of two before drinking the next two sips. This process will go on until the 18th descendent turns 18, upon which, the now adult must drink the last 18 sips. When they do this, the will be honored with royalty and true love, both of which shall go unnoticed, until the captor believes it is truly theirs...
Present day 2000s
"They have it! They have it! Manning has it! The ball is there! It's in the air! Touchdown! Thats a new record for Manning! 51 single touchdown throws in a single season!"
I stood up in my seat, flailing my arms about, along with the dozen other Denver fans in the stadium. All that was heard was cheers, whistles, boos, calls, and a bunch of other onomoetapiea words.
" Hey number 28! You Suck!" An annoying rustic voice said for somewhere behind me. I slowly looked behind me, trying to spot my next victim. The prey was a slightly bigger woman, took up maybe a seat and a half. She had graying golden hair, matted into a bird nest atop her ugly rounded head. Her eyes were a different story though. They were oval shape hairballs that a fat cat just so happened to puke up into her head.
I got up, despite all that moans and groans of the people behind me that didn't want me to block their game. I walk kindly up to the cat puke woman, and smiled gently at her. I spoke softly, but fierce.
"What was that, again?"
The woman turned her head towards me, neck rolls twitching in the urge to break her neck of. " I said, number 28 sucks." She turned back to the game. My smile went quickly from a sweet lollipop, to a scowl.
"What?" I said, teeth seeking to break one another.
"I said, numb-"
She didn't finish her sentence.
Only after my arms interlocked with hers, my leg pinned her down, and I used all my weight to pull her to the ground, did she finish her sentence.
"er 28 sucks"
I ignored it.
"Don't you ever," I hissed "Disrespect me again, kapesh? And, do you know who number 28 is? Hm? Whats that? No? I thought so. He is my boyfriend okay? Got that?" She nodded.
Now, I would've said something a little more violent to add-on to that, but, Bill the security guard was already getting me off of her. How do I know Bill, you might ask? I have had this predicament... a couple of times before.
I squirmed against Bill's muscular hold.
"Okay Max, you know where to go right?" Bill asked as he set me down outside the arena. I nodded.
"See ya next week, Bill." He rubbed his temples, like he does every time he escorts me out of a home game.
"Ya, okay Max." He walked back into the stadium. I made my way around the stadium, in order to find the locker rooms.
"Max. Did you get escorted out again?"
I looked up to find my boyfriend, Sam, watching me as I sat outside the changing rooms. I must say, He does look quite hot in his football pads. It must be fun playing in the NFL while I'm stuck here in school, suffering through my senior year. I guess this is what I get for getting into a relationship with a football maniac that's a year older than me.
"Yes, but can you blame me-"
"Yes"
"They always pick on you, what am I supposed to do?"
"Um, maybe just give them one of your evil death glares or something." He sat down next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Sam"
"Hm?"
"Ya know, my 18th birthday is coming up and I was wondering, if you would like to go out to celebrate it. Just you and me. Alone." I looked up at him, batting my eye lashes. He just chuckled.
"Oh, Max. Of course I'll go." He stood up,"But first, I need to get home before my mom kills me for being out so late. She probably thinks I was drinking or something." I laughed.
"Same here." I stood up as well, stretching, my shirt coming up just above my belt buckle. Sam put his arm around my shoulders. God I love him. We'd probably been dating for a couple of years now, since I was in 8th grade, he 9th. I was in 12th now. Sam, as you know, already playing pro football and whatnot. We were a perfect match; we both were tall, Sam: 5,10, Me: 5,8. We both had light-colored hair, him: sandy blond, Me: streaked dirty blond. And we both were deeply in love with each other, at least, I hope we were both on the same page, because, if we weren't, than I would kind of be all heart-broken like one of those weird soap operas.
You know I'm crazy for someone when I start ranting.
"Max."
I shook out of my thoughts, noticing that Sam had asked me a question. "Oh, what did you ask me?"
"I said lady's first." He said, smiling. He was holding the door of his car open, waiting me to get in. I blushed. "Oh."
"Were here. Max. Max? Max!" A distant voice was calling. I mumbled something that had to do with flying weasels, and tried to go back to sleep.
I felt someone pushing me. "Kia! Stop iiiiiittt! I'm trying to sleep!" I heard chuckling. It was a manly voice. A very... smexy...voice...
"Max!" I shot up from my slumber, looking towards the intruder.
"About time." Sam chorkled. I smiled, raping my arms around his shoulder. "I thought I heard a smexy voice." I leaned forward and kissed him, missing his lips, but hitting his cheek. I sat back in my seat. God, I loved to mess with him like that.
I looked to my two-story house on the other side of the window. I was a large red-bricked house, columns decorating the front. There was about four other ones just like it on my street.
I looked back to Sam.
Ah, dang those puppy dog eyes.
If you think women had the most adorable puppy dog eyes, wait until you met Sam's eyes. It was like, um, you took the eyes out of a, um, puppy and stuck them into Sam's head.
I leaned over and kissed Sam, this time on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I tangled my hands in his hair. His soft...blond...sweet hair...
I started to drift into Sam world when I heard someone calling my name.
"Max! Max! Max, stop making out and get in here! 10 minutes until curfue! Maaaaxxx!"
I started to have a headache. I reluctantly pulled back and pressed my forehead against Sam's.
"You know, if I stay here any longer, I'll have to sign into a mental hospital." Sam laughed slightly.
"But if that happened, I'd never be able to spend time with you"
I smiled.
"Guess I'm stayin' here." I leaned forward, but to only be stopped again by loud shouting.
"You better go." Sam said. I frowned.
"Ok, I wuv youuuu."
Sam smiled. "I wuv you tooooo."
I laughed and pecked his lips. I opened the door and stepped out.
"Hey, when s your next practice?"
He glanced at me."Um, well... that would be...uh..."
"Saaaaammm, Whens your practice?" I pestered.
"It's, um, mmmhhmmhm." He murmured the last part.
"Sam."
"It's, on, the...16th."
My eyes widened. "Your saying... you scheduled a practice...on my birthday? My eighteenth birthday?" Hurt was written all over my face.
"Now Max, baby, It's not what you think-"
"What do you mean it's not what you think?! Were you not thinking when you scheduled one of your 4-hour-long practices...on my birthday? Don't tell my you forgot my birthday?!" Sam got out of the car and came over to me. He put his tender arms around me and held me close.
"Max, I told you it's not what you think and I promise I can be done with practice before 8, and I'll come and pick you up and take you to a real nice place. Black tie nice."
I looked up at him. "Really?" He nodded. I hugged him again and went to his car to get my stuff. I kissed his cheek then made my way up to my awaiting sister.
She glared at me from her awaiting perch on the front steps. "About time, I thought he'd never leave."
I scowled at her. "Could you be a bit nicer, butt face? Anyway, whats the ruckus?"
"10, well, now 5 since you were making out with Sam, minutes until curfue." 13-year-old Mac told me.
I set my stuff down in the small foyer, closing the door. "Yeah, so?"
"Kia is still taking a shower and I haven't had mine yet! She's gonna use up all the hot water!" Mac said in a 'duh' tone.
I rolled my eyes. "I'll go bang the door down."
I trudged up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom. I banged on the door and shouted a bunch of things about soap, water, cats, earth, global warming, etc. Anything that Kia might want to use against me. You know those pesky 7-year-olds and their sarcasm and all.
"Okay! Okay! I'm out!" She yelled. I turned back to Mac.
"There you go. All yours." I pointed to the door. "Just don't kill yourself."
I walked to my room, the noises of shouting ringing in my ears. I flopped onto the bed, fully clothed, and passed out.
Hope you guys liked it, it's kind of like a starter story. I might make sequels. Maybe.
BTW, I absolutely HATE Sax, I'd rather have Fax any day. Just wait you Fax lovers, it's coming.
-B