12. That Explains So Much...We had officially been on the cruise for three days now. Me and Ted had become closer again, but not as close as I wanted. I was still, most certainly in love with him. I was certain that it was love. There was no other feeling or emotion to describe it. I obviously saw him alot more because of the whole room situation. Lately when I see John walking, me and Ted like to get under his skin and joke around with each other. We would hug each other and pretend to be flirty. I always saw how badly it annoyed John. It pleased me so was Thursday night, and me, Ted, Randy, and Cody were talking about stuff in Ted's half of the room. I hear the phone ring in my side of the room and I dash to go get it."Hello?""Yes, Brittany? It's Stephanie. I'm calling to remind you about the dinner that everyone is required to go to tomorrow night. Remember, you have to wear something appropriate, not just your everyday outfit. I need you to pass this message on to your roommate this way it's one less person for me to call.""Uh, ok... see you tomorrow night."I hung up and started dialing Francesca's number."Hello?""When were we informed about this stupid dinner thing?""The day after we had that big meeting... why?""Are you serious? I don't hearing that at all! I have nothing to wear!""Well, I'm sure you'll find something the slightest bit dressy in your suitcase...""Cess, I did not pack anything dressy enough to wear to a freaking dinner! I might have to go to this stupid thing naked!...""I don't think many people would appreciate that..."I stopped and heard the three of them laughing in Ted's room. Then I heard Cody say to Ted, "I bet you would LOVE that, wouldn't you Ted?"Then I heard Cody scream like a girl and Randy laugh hysterically."Are you still there?""Yea, sorry. But seriously, I don't know what I'm gonna do about an outfit for tomorrow!""Well... I think I might have an extra red dress with me...""Oh, no... not THE red dress?! If that's the one you're talking about, then I'd rather go naked! It looked like a mix of 'La Cucaracha' meets slut!""Come on! You looked so good in that dress, I don't know why you gave it to me in the first place!""I did not! I looked like a crack whore!... Unless... I think I can fix it up to make it less... ya no. Can you bring it over now?""Sure, no problem. See you in a few."We hung up the phone and I called up my buddies that work for WWE that take care of clothing, they fix anything that has to be fixed with it. They work like Jesus. I call them the little miracle workers. I told them I was going to have to borrow a few things to fix up a dress I needed for tomorrow. Sure enough, they brought me everything I needed. Once they had already gone Francesca came holding the red dress. Of course, she saw Randy in the other room and went to stay with him. I had alot of work to do on this weird dress, and I knew it would be time consuming, too.A few hours into my work I had finally made the shape for the dress. I had cut alot off, especially the sleeves that made me look like snow white."Hi, ho. Hi, ho. It's off to work she goes... whistle, whistle, whistle." Ted teased as he walked into my side of the room."Very funny... and you ruined the whole beat of the song by now whistling!" I joked back."Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not gay and watch disney movies like you.""Don't screw with me and my disney!"We laughed and I continued working on the dress.I felt a chin on my shoulder. I turn my head very slowly and just stared at Ted."Can I help you?""I jus feel like resting my chin on your shoulder. Plus, now you can see my gorgeous face and my lucious eyelashes.""I can see you like fruits alot, Ted.""My favorite is a banana.""That explains so much."We both just stared at each other and then started hysterical laughing."Can I ask you a question?""Sure...""Why do you work so hard at EVERYTHING you do?""Because I don't like things done half-assed.""That explains so much.""But, it's true. I really hate when things aren't done the best that they can be... That's why I'm probably spending the whole night working on this dress.""Once again... That explains so much."We laughed and he left the dress was going to look pretty good. I started sewing lace to it, it looked actually was ten o'clock and Ted walked into my room."Hey, fairy-tale dwarf/ disney lover/ floor hugger. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to the bar with me, Randy, Cody, Nicolette, and Francesca. We are just going to hang out for a little while.""Sorry, I really just want to finish this dress. But thanks for asking. Oh and if I'm a dwarf, you're the fruit-loving princess. Or better yet, to fit you even more, I'll call you the 'Priceless Princess'.""I have a better idea. How about YOU are the 'Priceless Princess'? I'll be the 'Priceless Prince'. This way I'll be the prince and you'll be the princess.""It's a love story baby just say, yes?""Haha. Exactly. It's a LOVE story. Ooh la la.""Ooh la la is right. You're the utterly attractive prince with a bubble butt and a seductive glow. Who also is very sarcastic and rude at given moments, but sexy at the same time.""You're the extremely attractive princess with long legs and a seductive glow. Who is also clumsy, sarcastic, sexy, and does not like things to be done 'half-assed'. Oh, and you can't forget the most important thing... you have EXCELLENT taste in princes.""Sure, lover.""... Wait... I have a bubble butt?""Haha, yes. It's bubbly and cute.""Why you lookin' there?""Because you're my prince.""Oh... Ok. Well, farewell my princess. I must go to the royal bar with the royal friends.""Come back soon my prince.""As long as you don't lock the damn door.""Haha. See you later."Once he left, I started hysterical laughing. I couldn't control myself. It was so funny.******************************************************It was twelve now and I finally finished with my dress. It looked great. I was so proud of myself. Not only was I proud, but I was exhausted, too. I hung up the dress and finally lie down in the bed. I hear a big boom from Ted's side of the room. I figured he was back. I turned off my light and just lie there in the dark.I finally fall asleep and I hear a tap from the glass sliding doors to the balcony. I rub my eyes and slowly walk to the doors. I move back the curtain and look out the outside. There was no one there. Then some little black thing went flying and hit the glass. Oh god. Someone was trying to play Romeo and Juliet with me. It better not be John because I certainly am not in the mood for him. I slide open the doors and walk towards the end of the balcony. I look down and see Ted standing there with rocks, from the fountain next to him, in his hands."Jeez, it took you long enough. I feel bad for the poor rocks that had to fly through the air like a pretty bird and crash like a plane against your pretty glass door.""Uh, can I ask what you are doing right now?""I am the Prince dude, Romeo. I have come for my fair maiden Juliet. Now let down you beautiful hair and I can whisk you off of your feet and fly on my horse and live happily ever after.""Ok, first of all, was Romeo even a prince? Second, Rapunzel is the one with the long hair that I don't have. Third, not only do you NOT have a horse, horses CAN'T fly. And fourth, are you drunk?""Sheesh, way to ruin the romance and fairytale-ness... and no I am nost certainly not drunk what-so-ever. I am as sharp as a hammer.""That explains so much... Hammers aren't sharp, and I think the word you are looking for is 'tack'.""Sure, sure, sure. I meant to say towel, but I said hammer instead.""Jesus Christ, Ted! I'll be right down.""But aren't I supposed to come and get you? Isn't that how the books work?""Well, we altered it and made it our own! I'll be right down! Don't go anywhere!""Yes, anything for you my love!"I rushed to get my sweat pants on, then hurried down to the main floor where Ted was.I saw him sitting on the edge of the fountain singing, and moving around his hand in the water."'Sometimes the very thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see...'"He was singing 'Save the Best For Last' by Vanessa Williams... God help me. I walked up to him, he kept singing and he started making me dance with him..."'And now we're standing face to face. Isn't this world a crazy place.'"As we were basically slow dancing to his horrible singing, I felt really happy. I had to smile. Even when he's drunk he made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I actually loved every minute of this, especially because I knew something like this would never happen with the two of us again... It was a special moment that, odds are, I would only remember."'Just when I thought our chance had passed. You go and save the best for last.... You went and saved the best for last...'""Wow, that was a beautiful performance... how the hell did you know all of those words?""My mom used to play it over and over and over and over again.""Well, that was great... now we need to get you upstairs before you start throwing up, or doing something really stupid...""Sure, why not."I helped him up to our shared room and layed him on my bed. He was so drunk he didn't want to go to his own bed. He said it wasn't as lovely as mine.I layed down next to him and put my head on his shoulder. He was more calm laying down then he was before. I think the drunk-ness was sort of fading. We were talking and joking around with each other and then we got quiet. He stopped everything and just stared at me, then he started talking we both drifted off to sleep. An hour or two later I felt him get up. Suprisingly he didn't throw up. When he got back he went back to the exact same position as before, and that's how we spent the rest of the night.