Sorry it took me sooooo long, but it was one thing after another! I might not be able to update as much as I would like for a while because Stanford 9/ Star testing is going on and practice is going really late. Anyways, thanks to Boogalaga, for all the great advice, keep it up! And to Katsiebee: my favorite events are the 800 and the 1600. (That's what I always run) I'm lucky I haven't had to run the 2 mile yet. ^^ It's so monotonous!
Once Upon A Washcloth
Chapter 3: The first big fight
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"Your Highness? Are you in here?" Brooke searched through the Prince's rooms, making sure he wasn't in there. She wanted to clean, but didn't want him in the area because he had the annoying habit of being in the company of the Two Princesses. In the past week, they had driven Brooke to the verge of insanity. They were constantly asking her for something. Actually, they were asking the prince to get her to get something for them. As confusing as that sounds, it's true. At least they had learned that Brooke doesn't take orders from anyone but the prince and his parents.
Brooke smirked at the thought, and made her way to the washroom. She was in desperate need of rug cleaner, as that the prince had knocked over his soup bowl this morning, and made a very lovely stain.
She opened the door and shrieked. She slammed the door shut and ran for her life. She ran down 7 flights of stairs threw open the doors to run into the kitchen, trying to find her friend Brett. He took a look at her face and stopped what he was doing.
"What's the matter?" he asked anxiously.
"My eyes!! I can't see! I think my eyes have been burned out!" Brooke yelled at him, but not really at him, she was just yelling at him to add to the effect.
"May I ask why, you are suddenly legally blind?"
"Because I just saw the Prince and Renee making out!"
"Oh, just making out? It isn't that bad." Brett turned back to his work, which happened to be peeling potatoes.
"I hope you know, that it was NOT just making out, it was making out on the verge of going all the way, I hope you know." Brooke stated this fact as though she was informing the police of a juicy detail about a murder.
"Oh, well, get used to it honey, it happens quite a lot." Brett looked her way, but didn't stop peeling. "He's quite a lady's man, if you catch my drift. He can seduce just about any girl that walks up to him... and is still breathing. That usually helps."
Brooke laughed at his sad attempt to make a joke. She still wasn't happy that they had to pick her cleaning closet of all places. She also grimaced. Princes Renee? (I thought he was going for Roxanne. Oh well. It's none of my business who he seduces.)
"My advice to you," continued Brett, "Would be to knock on all doors before entering. He might be in a bad mood or something. You don't want to get fired over some stupid thing as catching the Prince Making out with the Princesses"
"Wow, thanks for the advice Brett. I'm leaving now. I'll just wait for them to be done." She did as she said, and went back to the rooms. She expected them to still be in the closet, but as she walked in, she found Nick lying on his bed reading a book. He looked up as she came in, and then went back to his book with out saying anything. She blushed and went to get the rug cleaner.
As she started to clean the rug in the main room, with the cool cushions, Nick walked in and flopped down on one of the items mentioned.
"Sorry, you walked in us, but you know, you should knock before you come in."
"Yes you're highness. I'll remember that." Brooke went back to scrubbing the rug with vigor, and Nick just waited. When she didn't say anything else, he raised an eyebrow.
"What's up with you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, your Highness," she answered.
"Well, normally you have some comment to add, or something rude to say. You've been here at least 2 weeks, and you've never had nothing else to say." The
Prince said this rather bluntly, but it was what Brooke was expecting.
"I'm sorry for that, your highness."
"Pssh. I was wondering when you'd come to your senses and stop acting as if you wanted to be beheaded. This is more like it. A passive maid. Now get back to work."
Brooke went back to cleaning and waited until he had left the room. Then, she let out a huge sigh, as though she had been holding her breath the whole time she was talking to the prince. Which didn't happen, because she distinctly remembered taking a breath between her replies and her your majesties.
She shook her head, and looked around. The place was a mess, but it was just as it normally was. It seemed as though every time she cleaned it, she would walk away for 2 seconds and the prince would have it all messy again. (It doesn't matter if he's nice enough when he talks to me, but that guy is a jerk! His attitude it just crap. Oh well. What can you expect from a prince? Their life revolves around giving orders, being fawned over by ladies, and hosting tournaments. Speaking of tournament, wasn't the prince saying something about a tournament to the Princesses from Hell? Hmm. I'll have to ask Brett about that. I wonder where the prince has gone. He usually doesn't go away for very long, because he always needs something done. Who knows where he--"
"MAID!"
Brooke snapped back to reality as the Prince shouted at her.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm daydreaming?"
"Ah ha. I knew you couldn't go for long with out saying something rude to Me." the prince as though he had won a bet for a million dollars.
"Damn. Ok, you win, what do you want?"
"Huh? Oh, um... Crap! You made me forget. I'll be back." The prince went to go retrace his steps in hope of remembering what he had forgotten, but his mission was in vain. He retraced his steps many a time, but could not remember for the life of him what he was going to say. He could only remember that it was important. He walked back to his rooms where Brooke was rinsing off the rug in a bowl of water.
"Remember yet?
"No. I've tried, but I can't so it. I'm hopeless."
"Ah, so you've finally realized it huh?" As hard as she tried to keep this comment at a bare minimum of sound, barely above a whisper, the prince still heard it.
"You are the rudest person I've ever met. I hope you know that. Girls are supposed to swoon at the sight of me and grovel at my feet."
"Terribly sorry your highness, but I don't grovel, and I don't swoon at the sight, let alone at the sight of a stuck up prince!" Brooke broke her resolve to keep quiet and shouted at him, red faced, and upset.
"Well, *sorry. * Apparently, you are an abnormal girl, who doesn't deserve anymore of my attention!" Nick stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Oh shit." He stormed back in, and threw a bag of money at Brooke. You need to buy new dresses with that. Queen's orders." He stormed back out.
Brook looked around, feeling lost. She had just had a fight with the prince of the kingdom, and all he had done was said he didn't want to give her anymore of his time. He didn't condemn her to death, and he didn't fire her. Why didn't he? Who knows, but all she knew was that she still had her job, she had money to buy dresses, and she merely had to step lightly when she got around the prince. He couldn't do anything worse than that, because the queen wanted her to stay. She helped the prince be on time. What could he do to her?
A maid walked into the room, and mentioned something to Brooke, and left. Brooke just stood there, and dropped to her knees. "noooooooo!" she wailed at the top of her lungs. "I Can't POSSIBLY have to serve the princesses from hell!!"
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Review please! Thanks mucho amounts!!
Once Upon A Washcloth
Chapter 3: The first big fight
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"Your Highness? Are you in here?" Brooke searched through the Prince's rooms, making sure he wasn't in there. She wanted to clean, but didn't want him in the area because he had the annoying habit of being in the company of the Two Princesses. In the past week, they had driven Brooke to the verge of insanity. They were constantly asking her for something. Actually, they were asking the prince to get her to get something for them. As confusing as that sounds, it's true. At least they had learned that Brooke doesn't take orders from anyone but the prince and his parents.
Brooke smirked at the thought, and made her way to the washroom. She was in desperate need of rug cleaner, as that the prince had knocked over his soup bowl this morning, and made a very lovely stain.
She opened the door and shrieked. She slammed the door shut and ran for her life. She ran down 7 flights of stairs threw open the doors to run into the kitchen, trying to find her friend Brett. He took a look at her face and stopped what he was doing.
"What's the matter?" he asked anxiously.
"My eyes!! I can't see! I think my eyes have been burned out!" Brooke yelled at him, but not really at him, she was just yelling at him to add to the effect.
"May I ask why, you are suddenly legally blind?"
"Because I just saw the Prince and Renee making out!"
"Oh, just making out? It isn't that bad." Brett turned back to his work, which happened to be peeling potatoes.
"I hope you know, that it was NOT just making out, it was making out on the verge of going all the way, I hope you know." Brooke stated this fact as though she was informing the police of a juicy detail about a murder.
"Oh, well, get used to it honey, it happens quite a lot." Brett looked her way, but didn't stop peeling. "He's quite a lady's man, if you catch my drift. He can seduce just about any girl that walks up to him... and is still breathing. That usually helps."
Brooke laughed at his sad attempt to make a joke. She still wasn't happy that they had to pick her cleaning closet of all places. She also grimaced. Princes Renee? (I thought he was going for Roxanne. Oh well. It's none of my business who he seduces.)
"My advice to you," continued Brett, "Would be to knock on all doors before entering. He might be in a bad mood or something. You don't want to get fired over some stupid thing as catching the Prince Making out with the Princesses"
"Wow, thanks for the advice Brett. I'm leaving now. I'll just wait for them to be done." She did as she said, and went back to the rooms. She expected them to still be in the closet, but as she walked in, she found Nick lying on his bed reading a book. He looked up as she came in, and then went back to his book with out saying anything. She blushed and went to get the rug cleaner.
As she started to clean the rug in the main room, with the cool cushions, Nick walked in and flopped down on one of the items mentioned.
"Sorry, you walked in us, but you know, you should knock before you come in."
"Yes you're highness. I'll remember that." Brooke went back to scrubbing the rug with vigor, and Nick just waited. When she didn't say anything else, he raised an eyebrow.
"What's up with you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, your Highness," she answered.
"Well, normally you have some comment to add, or something rude to say. You've been here at least 2 weeks, and you've never had nothing else to say." The
Prince said this rather bluntly, but it was what Brooke was expecting.
"I'm sorry for that, your highness."
"Pssh. I was wondering when you'd come to your senses and stop acting as if you wanted to be beheaded. This is more like it. A passive maid. Now get back to work."
Brooke went back to cleaning and waited until he had left the room. Then, she let out a huge sigh, as though she had been holding her breath the whole time she was talking to the prince. Which didn't happen, because she distinctly remembered taking a breath between her replies and her your majesties.
She shook her head, and looked around. The place was a mess, but it was just as it normally was. It seemed as though every time she cleaned it, she would walk away for 2 seconds and the prince would have it all messy again. (It doesn't matter if he's nice enough when he talks to me, but that guy is a jerk! His attitude it just crap. Oh well. What can you expect from a prince? Their life revolves around giving orders, being fawned over by ladies, and hosting tournaments. Speaking of tournament, wasn't the prince saying something about a tournament to the Princesses from Hell? Hmm. I'll have to ask Brett about that. I wonder where the prince has gone. He usually doesn't go away for very long, because he always needs something done. Who knows where he--"
"MAID!"
Brooke snapped back to reality as the Prince shouted at her.
"What do you want? Can't you see I'm daydreaming?"
"Ah ha. I knew you couldn't go for long with out saying something rude to Me." the prince as though he had won a bet for a million dollars.
"Damn. Ok, you win, what do you want?"
"Huh? Oh, um... Crap! You made me forget. I'll be back." The prince went to go retrace his steps in hope of remembering what he had forgotten, but his mission was in vain. He retraced his steps many a time, but could not remember for the life of him what he was going to say. He could only remember that it was important. He walked back to his rooms where Brooke was rinsing off the rug in a bowl of water.
"Remember yet?
"No. I've tried, but I can't so it. I'm hopeless."
"Ah, so you've finally realized it huh?" As hard as she tried to keep this comment at a bare minimum of sound, barely above a whisper, the prince still heard it.
"You are the rudest person I've ever met. I hope you know that. Girls are supposed to swoon at the sight of me and grovel at my feet."
"Terribly sorry your highness, but I don't grovel, and I don't swoon at the sight, let alone at the sight of a stuck up prince!" Brooke broke her resolve to keep quiet and shouted at him, red faced, and upset.
"Well, *sorry. * Apparently, you are an abnormal girl, who doesn't deserve anymore of my attention!" Nick stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "Oh shit." He stormed back in, and threw a bag of money at Brooke. You need to buy new dresses with that. Queen's orders." He stormed back out.
Brook looked around, feeling lost. She had just had a fight with the prince of the kingdom, and all he had done was said he didn't want to give her anymore of his time. He didn't condemn her to death, and he didn't fire her. Why didn't he? Who knows, but all she knew was that she still had her job, she had money to buy dresses, and she merely had to step lightly when she got around the prince. He couldn't do anything worse than that, because the queen wanted her to stay. She helped the prince be on time. What could he do to her?
A maid walked into the room, and mentioned something to Brooke, and left. Brooke just stood there, and dropped to her knees. "noooooooo!" she wailed at the top of her lungs. "I Can't POSSIBLY have to serve the princesses from hell!!"
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Review please! Thanks mucho amounts!!