Uploading party! More like updating party. Sorry I haven't updated anything in so long so these are going to be the longest chapters I have ever written, for you. I'm starting out with Radio Princess. Enjoy.
Update: Seddiewarrior31 has brought something to my attention. Even though it may be clear to me this might not e so clear to others. Sam's step-mother is named Pam and I have a real bad habbit of switching between Pam and Sam's Step-mom. And Freddie's mom is named Marrisa. And Mealine I will spell Mealine from now on. Thanks for reading.
In the tower where Freddie lived with his mother he was on this thing he had just invented called the internet. He was searching on something else he had invented (Google.) "How To Ask A Princess Out" He said as he was typing. Then, his mom walked in the room. "MOM!" Freddie yelled. "Oh Freddie-bear. No need to be embarrassed. Mommy's just going to help you with asking a princess out." Freddie's mom said. "That's exactly why I'm embarrassed." Freddie said. Freddie's mom, Marrisa, ignored him and smiled. "Who's your princess? Princess Katherine? Queen Almada?" Marrisa asked. "Pr..Wait. Isn't Queen Almada married?" Freddie asked. "It's never too late to get a divorce." Marrisa said, smiling. "Okay mom. That was a little out there. It's none of those, though. The princess I like is Princess Samantha of Nabo." Freddie said. "Why would you like Princess Samantha of Nabo? Samantha never comes out of that tower of hers to take to the people. She would have never become Princess if we got to elect royalty. By the way, I think that's a really good idea on my part. I can't believe King Henry Sr. wouldn't listen to my idea." Marrisa said. "Mom, that's the stupidest idea ever. Who would ever go along with that? Besides, what's so wrong with Princess Samantha?" Freddie asked. "Well, other than the things I mentioned before, Nabo is a horrible place. One day, I'm going to take over Nabo and call it...Call it...AMERICA! Yeah, that's a good name." Marrisa said. She ran off to get pen and paper to write that idea down. "What do you think of Princess Sam?" Sam asked, outside of Freddie's window. "My mother will never understand why I'm friends with you Sam." Freddie said, pulling Sam in. "No, now I'm curious. What do you think of me?" Sam asked. "Well Sam. You're blond, have nice breath, crazy, curious, funny, lazy, beautiful, stunningly beautiful. All the thing a man can ask for in a girl." Freddie said. Sam blushed. "Thanks." She said. After second thought she added, "I think you're a nub." "Of course you do Princess." Freddie said. "Speaking of Princess, I have to go home. Step-mother will wonder what happened to me and that wouldn't be good." Sam said. Freddie smirked. "What?" Sam asked. "Nothing. I was just wondering if I could walk you home." Freddie said. "Could you?" Sam asked, jokingly, as if Freddie couldn't walk. "Sorry. MAY I walk you, my lady Samantha?" Freddie asked, bowing. Sam smiled and did a curtsy. "Why yes, you may sir." She said.
That night Sam sat in her room, talking to anyone who bothered to listen to the unknown voice. That included Freddie. "Today was the best day for me. I got to hang out with this boy I really like and I think that he may like me too." Sam said. She smiled. Of course, he could be giving me mixed signals, but a guy I like wouldn't do that, would he? I don't know and this is where you guys come in. Call me and tell me all your problems. I'll be waiting to hear what's going on." Sam said. She clicked on the first call. "Hello caller. You're on air. What's your name and location?" Sam asked. "Freddie Benson. Future America, just outside of Nabo." Freddie said. Sam froze. Freddie. Called. Her. Show. Oh. My. God. Sam quickly regathered her thoughts. "Who's giving you mixed signals Fre...?" She pretended to struggle on the name. "Freddie. A certain blond I know is giving me mixed signals, I think so at least. My mom, Future Miss America, thinks that this blond is trouble." Freddie said. "Can you give me the name of this blonde?" Sam asked. "Princess Samantha of Nabo." Freddie said. "That's all the time we have." Sam said, shutting down her show. "Freddie, can you tell me one thing?" Sam asked. "Depends." Freddie said. "When are you going to ask Samantha out?" Sam asked. "Right now. Thanks Radio Princess." Freddie said. He hung up. "FREDDIE"S COMING TO ASK ME OUT!" Sam said, excited. "Freddie's coming to ask me out!" Sam said, nervous. She threw a blanket over her radio things and put a robe on. She heard rocks slamming on her window. She looked down. It was Freddie. Sam tip-toed past her sleeping step-mother's room and ran outside. "Hey Freddie. What are you doing here?" Sam asking pretending to be surprised even though she totally knew what was going on. "Sam. Let's get down to the point. I'm here because I was listening to Radio Princess's show and she told me to go after the girl of my dreams. Sam, you are that girl. You're strong, beautiful, funny, loud, rude. You're my dream girl. What I'm asking is, Princess Samantha Joy Puckett, will you be my lady?" Freddie asked. Sam pretended to think for a minute. "Depends." She said finally. "On what?" Freddie asked. Depends on whether or not you want to be my boyfriend." Sam said. "Yes." Freddie said. "Than, yes I will be your girlfriend. But I will not be you're 'lady.' I always hated that word so I invented a new word. It basically means the same thing. Girlfriend isn't popular now but it will be one day." Sam said. Freddie smiled. "Well I, for one, think that it is an excellent word and should be used more often than it is now." Freddie said.
When Pam woke up she was not happy. First of all, she could not find Sam in her bed. Then when she did find Sam she was sleeping outside, in Pam's robe, and she was sleeping in the arm's of a man from a different palace. "Sam has a boyfriend? Oh that's it, I need to put an end to this." Pam said. Carly came running upstairs. "Mommy!" She screamed. "I know." Pam assured her. "We need to go out there and stop her." Carly said. "Not now. Let her rest. I have a plan, my dear and good plans take time. It'll all be in good time, my dear. All in good time" Pam said
There you go! I wanted to write something that was over 1,000 character and the exact charterer count for the story is 1,078 words. It took me 2 days to write this. Enjoy. By the way, can you do me a favor? My review button itches, can you scratch it with your mouse? Thanks.