Hello again. Yes it is Joe thinking about Clarisse and I do realize that it was made up by the movie. So don't hate me or anything. Okay and yes I did write that poem otherwise I would have done a disclaimer for it. And it is very obvious I don't own princess diaries. So enjoy the rest of this story.

He walked slightly behind Princess Clarisse. His job was to guard her and watch her at all costs. This was a big promotion and he would not fail. He smiled inside as he watched her pull the hair away from her face. She turned around to him.

"Now this won't be enjoyable if you don't talk to me, Joseph."

"Did you want to talk to me, princess?"

" Well, yes. It seems you'll be guarding me for a long time so I thought I would get to know you."

"Fine, what do you wish to know?"

She looked at him and smiled. "How old are you? You can't be much older then me."

"True. I am 23 years of age and that is only four years older then you, princess."

"You must be the youngest to get this job."

"It is only because I show an outstanding job of my work."

"I see. How much do you know about me?"

"Enough to make a portfolio."

These images faded from Joe's mind as he woke up. He knew it was far too early to be up, so he turned over to his clock. It said in bright red numbers 3:13. He closed his eyes and rolled over. Slowly he fell asleep.

"Where are you taking me?"

Joe smiled as he led the princess through the garden. Though she never knew that there was this root to take. He came to a bush wall and some how pulled it open like a door. Inside was a secret garden. It had roses and other flowers. In the middle was a single fountain of a dragon. Water was pouring out of his mouth.

"I found this the other night."

"It's beautiful. How did you find this?"

"My secret."

He led her over to the fountain side and sat down. He looked at her smile and gaze up at the dragon. He couldn't help, but smile himself. She had changed in the past two years and he knew that she would make a glorious queen.

Clarisse looked back at him. "What?"

"Nothing I was just thinking."

"Really. Somehow I know you are thinking about me."

"What would make you say that?"

"Because I am thinking about you."

He smiled even more so and stared at her. Into her eyes plunged himself and didn't even notice he was leaning towards her. She did not notice herself that she also was moving towards him. Slowly his lips touched hers and they seemed to become one. He put his hand up on her cheek and she put her hand on his.

When he finally came back to reality he pulled away and closed his eyes. He swallowed back his shame. "Clarisse, I should not have. You are engaged not to mention a royal."

"Do not be sorry. After all I kissed back."

He looked back into her eyes and kissed her on the cheek and said. "We should get back now."

"Yes, we should." She said rather sadly.

Joe woke to the rude buzzer of his alarm. He shut it off, and lay there for a few minutes. Why did he dream of the past? He allowed the emotions from his dream fade, but they lingered only slightly. He shook his head and got up.

He dressed himself in the normal entire of a black suit. Joe left the room and headed to the kitchens for breakfast. He knew he would most likely not meet anyone until seven because not many get up at six. Joe was very good at hiding his emotions on the outside but on the inside he was still tangled by his dreams.

Joe was surprised when he entered the kitchen. Princess Mia was sitting there at the table with a book. She was sipping coffee and looked extremely tired. Though as Joe entered she looked up and smiled at him.

"Princess, I don't believe I have ever seen you up this early."

"I couldn't sleep."

"Couldn't sleep or wouldn't sleep?"

"A bit of both. I think I'm just getting nervous."

Joe nodded and turned to the cupboard to get the Raisin Bran. Sometimes he would eat the Cocoa Puffs, but only when no one was looking. "Then I suppose you had a nightmare."

"Yeah, it one those dreams where you don't realize your naked, then everyone starts laughing at you."

"Oh. I see, one of those dreams."

"What did you dream about?"

"I don't dream, princess." Joe said as he poured the cereal into a bowl.

"Sure you do, you just don't remember them. Though I can see your trying to avoid the question so you did have a dream."

"How can you tell if I am avoiding the question?"

"Well, Grandmere told me that you avoid eye contact when you are trying to avoid something."

Joe put the milk down and Mia knew that he was very annoyed. She was also kind of shocked that he believed her bluff. He grabbed a spoon and his cereal and turned around. Mia smiled up at him as innocently as she could. He glared at her and sat down.

"I dreamt of the past."

"Interesting, except I think you left out the detail of my Grandmere."

"What makes you say that?" he said even more annoyed then before.

"Well, it is kind of obvious that you like her. Beside I can see it in your eyes."

"I am barely giving you eye contact, how can you tell?"

"I believe it's the way you're avoiding eye contact. Like your ashamed of something."

He took a big spoonful of cereal and ate it. In the mean time glaring at Mia. She has got to stop picking up her grandmother's habits. He thought. Mia smiled back at him very pleased with herself. She hadn't expected it to be this easy. Exactly how her grandmere said it would go.

Joe eased up his stare and finished his cereal. He stood up and took his dishes to the sink. Mia had gone back to her book. Joe was just heading for the door when she stopped him.

"Joe, how long have you felt this way about my grandmere?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well according to this you and her liked each other for a long time."

"According to what? Your book?"

"Yeah, Grandmere gave it to me. It seems it's an old diary of hers."

Joe sighed and left. He headed to the secret room behind the painting of the black stallion. Inside were all computers. Several monitors had images of the many rooms and hallways in the castle. He sat down in one of the many chairs.

He stared at the screens as they changed every so often. He saw Clarisse enter the kitchen. He made the screen freeze. He watched as she sat down by her granddaughter. He knew by the expression on her face she was asking about the book. Then he saw her burst out with laughter. Clearly Mia had told her of earlier.

He shook his head and left the room, just as a junior security officer entered. He nodded to the young lad and continued. The day passed as it normally does. Every minute he spent watching over the queen made time speed. Soon his shift was over and he returned to his room.

His thoughts did not change the whole day. For he had become an expert at daydreaming and working at the same time. Clarisse was queen of his world, inside and out. As he took off his shirt he looked out the window. The sunset had a red and orange glow. Its beauty reminded him of her.

He finally laid back into his bed. He looked up at the ceiling and blankly smiled. When he was alone it was okay to be this way. It was fine because life would not interrupt his world.

Soon he was a sleep and dreaming once more of the past. This dream was one quite recent at the Genovia Ball. He dreamt of dancing with her. And at the same time she also dreamt the same dream.