A/N: Hey. Thanks to Cecelia S. Bradley for reviewing…And I know that this is SO random, but I had to include it, since it was somewhat related to the Royal Wedding. Not really, but it had to do with the Royal Family…I had a dream the other night, and my dream was that I was marrying Prince Harry. I know crazy right? But, I asked a question on Yahoo Answers, and someone helped me try to figure out what it means. And I don't think it means that I'll be marrying into the Royal Family. They said that at my age in my dream, I'll have a sudden change, and that I will be successful, and respected by society. Also, that it will go slower than I want it too, and someone higher up will help me get there. And that my family is important to me. That sounds good to me. And I wanted to share that with all of you…On with the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own the MDBC…

Cassidy POV

"Hello, is this Cassidy Sloane? I think you knocked me over today, and then got me a coffee?" A voice on the other end asks. That's all I need now. My friends are five feet away, and I don't really want them to hear this. I grab my key, and walk out the back door and down a path into a garden, that Emma and Jess keep immaculate. I sit on a bench and finally answer him.

"Yeah it is. Can I ask who this is?" I answer him. I desperately need to know, if I knocked down the Prince. I know I sound obsessive, but I must know.

"Well, are you alone? I don't exactly want this to get out…" He answers hesitantly.

"Yes, I am. Nobody can hear you except me." I tell him, a tiny bit exasperated. I'm getting impatient now.

"Well. I'm Tristan. Prince Tristan." He answers me hesitantly. And I froze. Great. Just what I wanted to hear.

I take a deep breath in, and try not to have an anxiety attack. Or a panic attack. Or a spaz attack. Or do anything you wouldn't do normally. I run through all the excuses to get off the phone A.S.A.P. in my head. Then I realize, I don't really want to get off the phone with him. I take another deep breath and finally answer him.

"No offense, but I don't really know much about the Royal Family." I tell him.

"No offense, but that's a first. Are you from England, or do you just don't care?" He asks me, slightly teasing me.

"Well, I'm from America, but we moved here when I was five. So, I've always called England home." I tell him honestly. Honesty is the best policy, right?

"Really? Where in America?" He asks, seeming genuinely interested.

"Concord, Massachusetts." I tell him. I don't know if he knows where it is. England is tiny, like the entire country is probably close to the size of New York State. America is giant. Concord is tiny.

"I don't know if this is right, but that had something to do with the Revolutionary War, right?" He asks. Wow. He does know. Or have an idea, at least.

"Yeah, it did." I tell him.

"Also, I didn't even know we went to the same school, honestly. My friend pointed it out to me today, and she only knew that since she has a crush on your brother." I tell him. I hear him chuckle softly over the phone. I wasn't trying to be funny, just honest. But at least he's not creeped out. I can do that sometimes, since my brain filter doesn't work.

"Well, Simon's single, if your friend is interested." He tells me, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice.

"She is definitely interested." I tell him, trying not to laugh either.

"How come I've never seen you around school?" He asks me. And I realize, that I haven't seen him around school either. That probably explains why I didn't even know that he went to my school.

"Oh, well I just started this year. I'm a first year student." I tell him.

"That explains it. I'm a year three." He tells me. Aha.

"Wait. How did you get my phone number?" I ask, feeling, well, stalked.

"It's in the school directory. You said you played hockey, and I looked at the pictures until I recognized you." He tells me. Oh. Alright then. At least he's not a stalker.

"Oh. I thought, you like followed me home or something." I tell him. I hear him laugh softly over the phone. I'm not trying to be funny. But, I can't help but laugh.

"Tristan! Who are you talking to?" I hear a screechy voice in the background. God, she sounds annoying. And possessive. And like a not very nice word that begins with a b and ends in itch.

"Excuse me for a second." He tells me, in voice that sounds like my mom when she's talking to someone she doesn't like.

"Annabelle! I'm talking to a friend. Calm down!" I hear him in the background. It must be his girlfriend. She sounds like a, what I said before.

"Sorry about that. I have to go. Do you wanna get coffee or something sometime? We won't have to knock each other over to get it." He says to me, laughing. I laugh along with him, although to me it sounds a bit forced. He doesn't deserve a girlfriend like this Annabelle. She sounds like a spoiled pain.

"Yeah. That'd be great." I tell him.

"Cool. Talk to you sometime soon Cassidy." He tells me.

"Bye Tristan." I tell him, I hear a click and the line goes dead. I sit there for a moment, just thinking about what just happened. I just talked to the future King of England. And, I'm having coffee with him sometime. I get off the bench, and walk back to the house. I open the back door, trying to be quiet, but I bet my friends are still up, waiting to ambush me with questions the moment I walk in the door. I walk down the hall quietly, towards my room. I see that the lights are on, and I take a deep breath, and prepare myself for the questions they're going to ask me.

"So, Cassidy. Got a secret lover we should know about?" I hear Becca ask me.

"Yeah, Becca. Totally. It was just Chloe." I lie to her, hoping she won't catch me in the lie.

"Alright, so you're 13 year old sister is calling you, at eleven thirty at night, and you walk outside and go all the way to the garden to answer it. And besides, isn't she going camping this weekend with Stanley? You said something about it. And how there would be no cell phone service, so you couldn't talk to her this week." She says to me, triumphantly, with a smirk on her face. I look at my other friends for help, and they all have the same expression on their faces. Crap. So she did see through my lie. Figures. They all look at me, waiting for the truth. Well, I know that I've never lied successfully to my friends before, and I don't want today to be the first. But, I don't want to betray Tristan, and Becca has the biggest mouth, and Megan is so obsessed with Simon that she might let it slip to her designer class friends, and then it'll be all over Europe. So, I don't think it'll matter if I tell a little lie, just this once.

"Fine Becca. You caught me. It was a boy. Just the guy I knocked over today at the rink." I say nonchalantly.

"Well, what's his name?" Emma asks, wanting to know all the details.

"His name? Oh. It's uh, Timothy. Baker. Timothy Baker." I tell her, stumbling over my words. Smooth Cass. Smooth.

"Timothy Baker. Did we go to school with someone named Timothy Baker?" Jess says, the one to remember everything about school.

"Yeah, I think we did. Wasn't he a year or two above us?" Megan asks, remembering now. Shoot. Leave it to me, to think of a name of someone that we went to school with. I try to think, did he skate or no?

"I don't believe he skated Cass." Emma says to me, and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to save my butt here.

"Well, he didn't skate on the school teams. He skated in his free time, with private teachers, and he's quite good. So now he's a year three in my school." I tell them, trying to sound matter of fact. They all stare at me, trying to figure out if I'm lying, which of course I am. I look at them, trying not to let any emotions show.

"Well, since the Q&A portion of the night is over, I'll head off to bed now." I say, walking past them into my room. I change into pajamas, and hop into my bed, ignoring my friends and trying to be asleep. Emma and Jess talk quietly to each other, so do Megan and Becca. But, Megan has a loud whisper, so I hear her.

"I think she's lying. I think she knocked over the Prince. Whether she says so or not. I got my money on Prince Tristan." Megan says to Becca. Fab. Just what I want. My friends figuring out that I hung out with the Prince of England today. No big deal.

"I know Megs. She's not telling the truth about something." Becca says, and their conversation dies as they shut their door closed. I drift off into sleep, thinking about the conversation I had with the Prince.

In a room, in an apartment, on the other side of town…

"Tristan! Where you talking to a girl?" Annabelle screeches at me, having that possessive look in her eyes.

"Yes. I was Annabelle. She's just a friend." I tell her, trying to calm her. When she gets like this, she won't shut up.

"Well, what does she look like?" She asks, pestering me for all the details.

"She's tall. Has fiery red hair, and gray eyes. She plays hockey. And she's a magnificent skater." I tell her honestly. Her eye starts to twitch, signaling that she's annoyed. And she's such a joy when she's like that. Not.

"Why were you talking to her at eleven thirty at night?" She asks me accusingly.

"Because, it's the first free moment I've had the entire day Annabelle." I say to her icily. It doesn't seem to faze her, and it's annoying me, how possessive she's being. "I'm sorry I have a life apart from you. Is it so wrong for me to have friends?" I say, spitting my words at her. She still looks angry, and she turns on her heel and marches towards her bedroom. I sigh angrily, and sit on the couch. I think how long it would take me to run over to the palace. I know that the guards would be mad, and so would my parents. I don't think my grandparents would care. Simon would get it. He always seems too. And then I think of the girl that got me into this. Cassidy Sloane. On the girls hockey team, plays left forward. Fierce player, and an even fiercer temper. Or so I've heard. I asked some of my friends, who are guys, about her and that's what they said. But she's real funny, and she seems like someone who wouldn't get worked up over something like this. I sigh again, trying to calm myself, and I lay on the couch, not even caring that I'm in my clothes. If I were to go to put pajamas on, I would have to see Annabelle, and that's not on my Top Ten Things I Would like to Do Right at This Very Second List. So I lay, staring at the ceiling, thinking that anyone who would want to be a prince right now, I'm willing to trade. Trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

A/N: Yeah, all stories updated before freshman year starts. Yeah! I start high school tomorrow, and my goal was to update all my stories before I started school. And I did. I'm happy.:] So, the last part was Tristan POV, if you couldn't figure it out. Yep. And any ideas for F for Snapshots? I've hear Fudge, Fun, and Fashion so far. Cool suggestions people. And I did finish TLC. Yeah, I'm happy. And other people are too, from the reviews. Oh, and thanks for everyone for reviewing, favoriting, alerting, and all that jazz. It warms my heart. And that dream, way up in the first A/N is from like, a month ago. That's how long I've been working on this. Anyway, adios, mis amigos. [I'd say amigas, but I'm not sure if you guys are all girls.]

-Megan.:]