So here's the second chap :D
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P/S: Just to clear things up a little, Princess Protection Program is INDEED an upcoming DCOM starring Demi Lovato&Selena Gomez.
But, i'm just borrowing the title and twisting the story to match a J.O.N.A.S! fanfiction.
Hope the fans of Demi and Selena won't headhunt me for borrowing the title!
disclaimer: if i own any jobro, i wouldn't be writing fanfics.
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Seven hours.
It's been seven hours since I've escaped from the overly-protective bubble in which I grew up in, seven hours since I've started wandering on the streets and two hours since my phone started ringing, non-stop. I managed to slip past anyone possible with my cap that was pulled down low over my head, blocking out most of my face and took a tiny nap on a bench in the secluded part of our national park. Everything was going well except for the fact that I caught two teenagers doing things which you will not want to know in the park.
Rumbling through my haversack, I took out my iPod and placed my wallet in the pocket of my fading jeans for my convenience and precaution of pickpockets around the area. Then, I plugged the earpieces into my ears and started blasting my playlist which consisted of Paramore, McFLY and Everlife, blocking out the sounds from the outside world.
Grump.
What the…I put my hand on my tummy and felt another rumble. Due to the excitement of finally being out on my own without anyone, I had actually forgotten cleanly about skipping dinner last night. Well, looks like it's time for breakfast. Standing up, I slipped my iPod into my jean pocket safely before heaving the bagful of belongings onto my shoulder and walking towards the nearest diner when I saw two police cars parked at the road side.
Holy Strawberry Shortcake. I hid behind the corner of a building and tried to listen in on what the policemen were on about.
"Where the hell could she have run off to? Honestly speakin', I can't believe the youngest Royal Princess would actually run away from her luxurious life and end up wanderin' on the streets." I peeked from the building a little on hearing my title and noticed two policemen talking while munching on the donuts they had bought from the donut shop opposite their cars. Donut eating misers.
"Exactly! She must be outta her mind." I glared at the two policemen and heard another rumble coming from my tummy. I guess the rumble was too loud when both policemen whipped their heads around and looked from left to right frantically. Oh dear.
"Didcha hear that?" I pressed myself into the brick wall of the building when I heard heavy footsteps coming towards me. Oh no, no, no. Looking around frantically, I saw the backdoor of a diner and made a mad dash for it before barging through the door as the policeman rounded the corner that I had claimed as my hiding place seconds ago.
That. Was. A. Freaking. Close. Call.
I took in a few deep breaths greedily as I realized the sudden unearthly silence fell across the whole diner with the patrons staring at my 'glamorous' entry. Way to keep your cover, Williams. Blushing, I pulled the cap lower over my face and slipped into an empty booth quietly, feeling numerous pairs of eyes boring into my back. I snatched the menu off of the table and hid behind it immediately until I could feel the pairs of eyes disappearing from my area.
"What would you like to have on this wonderful morning, dear?" I looked up at the source of the voice and smiled when a motherly looking waitress waited patiently for my order.
"Oh uh, can I have a pancake set with chocolate milkshake? Thanks." I handed the waitress the menu while she scribbled the orders on the booklet she was holding hastily.
"Coming right up, honey." The motherly figure walked away with a bright smile as I took my cap off absentmindedly and placed it on the table, forgetting that I was currently hiding. When I realized my folly, it was too late for three pairs of eyes from the booth beside me were staring at me like I was an alien.
Maybe I'm something like E.T because he's very cute.
Cough cough.
"Yes?" I put on a fake accent and put my cap back on with my blonde hair tucked into the cap neatly. The guys seem startled to hear me talk to them as they whipped out of their staring and stuttered. It was kinda obvious all three were brothers. Two out of three of the guys have a fro which to me, looked fantastic on them while the third one had semi straight hair with a few curls here and there. They shared the same colored eyes though. A light shade of brown. All three were wearing a plum colored blouse and a black blazer. What are they? Secret agents? Psh.
"Oh um…"
"Yeah…"
"Eh nothing…"
"It'z zomezing when you're starin' at moi." I said in a french accent and for once, thanked my father for putting me through the tortures of French class. Two of the guys nudged who I guess is the youngest one as he looked about the same age as me simultaneously and motioned for him to help reply something.
"It's nothing actually, you're not from Austravenia?" His brown eyes bored into my blue ones as though it was trying to search for the truth in them. I looked away and shook my head.
"Non. I'm from Paris." The waitress came back to me again with a tray and set down my orders carefully. "Thank you."
"You're most welcome, doll face." I blushed at her little nickname for me and was about to start eating when I felt the three pairs of eyes staring at me again. I sighed and turned around fully.
"What izzit you tree want?"
"You know, you look exactly like the Royal Princ- Oww!" Damn. Cover's blown.
"What was that for?!" My head turned sharply to the curly haired boy who I think was the oldest when he gave a sharp nudge and a warning glare to the straighter haired guy who was in the middle.
"Who? I'm zorry. I'm not zat familiar with ze monarchy here." I turned back from the guys and started on my food, hoping and hoping they'd just ignore me. They are seriously getting on my nerves with their staring. I raised one of my eyebrows at them while they whipped around and continued their meal.
Finally, they got up to leave after around ten minutes just as a pair of burly sized guys walked into the diner. I cursed under my breath when I realized they were the internal guards of the palace due to the crest that was printed on their blazers. Panicking, I looked around for an exit and saw that the main entrance of the diner was wide open after the guards had entered. Then, I whipped out a hundred dollar note from my wallet and threw it onto the table carelessly, not wanting the change back. Grabbing my bag, I slipped out of the booth and towards the door when one of the guards turned around and saw me escaping.
"Hey!" You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me. I'm not here. It's all a hallucination.
"Shit." I muttered and made a mad dash out of the diner and onto the street, running blindly as the guards continued chasing. Thank god for the crowd as the bustling people helped to slow down the guards while the smaller sized me managed to slip between the spaces easily. I rounded a corner and unfortunately for me, did not slow down and managed to collide into someone else's back.
And even more unfortunately for me, it was the youngest brother back in the diner. Good going, Williams. I mumbled a quick apology and motioned to run again when the guy held me back and stared at me in concern. The guards were already nearing us while I tried tugging my hands away. One of them was speaking fervently into the Bluetooth set each guard was presented with on the first day they were recruited.
"Can you let go of me?!" I yelled and attempted to pull my arm away as the three guys regarded my frantic state and the chasing guards. Rather than loosening his grip, the curly haired annoying frohead tightened his grip on me and sent me a stern look. We were so close; I could count the noticeable freckles on his face and see my reflection in his brown eyes.
"Why are the guards chasing you?" I gritted my teeth and glared at him. I am so going to hate him. You stupid nonsensical, curly haired, handsom- ugh, un-handsome, secret agent wannabe busybody!
"It's none of your business! Now let go of me!" I attempted to kick him in the gut but he managed to duck it swiftly. Ugh.
"You're not French! Your accent's gone" The straight haired guy exclaimed and pulled off my cap. Once the cap was off, there was a sharp intake of breath as my blonde hair cascaded from the pile on the top of my head and onto my shoulders. I sent each of the three brothers a glare and lowered my head as the two security guards neared us.
"Hey! You three! Stop manhandling her!" I groaned at being caught and felt the hands of the three guys being pulled away from me, harshly might I add.
"Royal Princess Dignity found on the corner of Lovers Street 11th. I repeat - Royal Princess Dignity found on the corner of Lovers Street 11th." The guard with a goatee whispered into his Bluetooth urgently while I tugged my hand left arm away from the other man that was gripping it so tightly, it could jolly well fall off.
"See! I knew it! I told you she's the Royal Princess!" I rolled my eyes at the straight haired guy as he pointed the obvious fact out to his brothers. Suddenly, I felt my haversack being ripped away from my shoulders as the burly guard snatched it away from me roughly.
"I'll take that for you, Princess." I snatched the camera back from him and slung it over my shoulder carefully.
"You touch my camera again and I'll kick your butt till you can't sit for a whole month." The guard mumbled a near inaudible apology just as a stretched limo pulled over by the curb followed by two motorcycles. The miniature Austravenian flag fluttered slightly at the front of the limo as more and more people crowded around us.
"It's the Royal Princess Dignity!" The whispers started to spread through the accumulating crowd as more and more people bowed in my direction. Not again. I hate all these 'I'm a Royalty, and so you have to bow to me' routine. I'm still an Austravenian, a normal teenager. There wasn't a need to bow to me like I'm so much greater than them.
"Do you guys have to kick up such a big fuss?! I could have taken a cab home instead." The guard, whose IQ level was questionable, took my grumble as an order and whispered into his Bluetooth set again.
"Royal Princess Dignity will be taking a cab back to the palace. I rep-"
"NO!" I exclaimed and slapped myself across the forehead exasperatedly, making the three brothers chuckle either at the guard's cluelessness or something about me. "It was just a figure of speech, my goodness!"
"Princess' return to the palace will be performed as normal. Guards take your places." The guard whispered again before wheeling around and looking at the three brothers with a stern face.
"Thank you Misters Jonas for helping us find the Royal Princess." I looked between the guard, whose name I have come to know as Jack and the three brothers as they did the trademark knuckle-punch that guys do and girls don't.
Misters Jonas?
"How do you know each other?" I asked the oldest as he took a step back at the sudden directed question. He blinked a couple of times before stuttering.
"Er… you see…" I urged the curly haired guy with a nod of my head when the straighter haired one cut in.
"We're the suppliers of the Palace's toilet papers." Oh. No wonder.
"Y-yeah. We're in charge of the Palace's toiletries." I stole a glance at the youngest guy and turned away almost immediately when he stared into my eyes again.
"Let's go Princess. The king and queen are really worried about you. As are your siblings." Jack whispered and pulled me towards the limo. I pulled my arm away almost immediately and brushed the sleeve of my t-shirt.
"What makes you so sure I'm going back with you? For all you know, I may not want to." I walked away from him when eleven giant-sized security team members surrounded me, the Jonases and Jack, forming a 'protective circle' around the five of us and blocking out the crowd that had huddled around the place.
"Move?" I asked one of the guards who ignored me and continued staring ahead. I was a good two heads shorter than him, but I wasn't going to let him bully me with his size. "Please move?"
"The limousine's awaiting, Princess." Jack announced smugly while I tried to force my way through the 'wall' of guards. Not working. At all.
"You cheated! Eleven against one. It ain't fair." I retorted and earned a smirk from Jack who simply shrugged.
"Brat." I whipped my head around fiercely and glared at the insult. Brat? Me? How dare he?!
"Why yo-" I started advancing towards the youngest Jonas when one of the security guards ran forward and hoisted me onto his shoulder with ease. "Hey! Put me down this instant! I'll tell Mom and Dad you manhandled me! Ugh!"
"Sorry, can't do Princess. It's the Majesty's order that we are allowed to manhandle you if you do not listen to us." I punched the guard as hard as I could but shockingly, he did not even flinch. Is he even human?
"Guards, take your places!" The burly guy threw me into the backseat of the limo harshly, making me hiss at the sudden contact and closed the door while my chauffeur, Mason, locked the car doors immediately
"I'm sorry, Princess." The middle aged driver looked at me apologetically from the rearview mirror. I sighed and shrugged.
"It's not your fault, Mason." I sent the driver a smile when I remembered how I hadn't taken any action against that Jonas dude who called me a brat. I rolled down the bullet-proof window and spotted the guys walking away.
"Hey!" The three brothers turned their head around and sent me questioning looks. When they were looking at me, I stuck my tongue out for a full three seconds before waving briefly and rolling up the window again.
There, I feel much better now.
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