Disclaimer: The chapter opens with Christina Aguilera's What a Girl Wants, the middle with Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry, so those doesn't belong to me, but everything else besides the names of the historical characters belongs to me.
A/N:Please R&R, it fuels my dedication, and it also improves my writing because then I will know what the readers want. So, review, review, review!Warning: Christina tries talking to readers in this chapter since I've decided to try new things with the chapters. So I'll warn you now, some might have a narrator, or be in a poem. Ha. JK, like I'm ever gonna write a poem again. But, seriously I plan to have each chapter a little different. Take no offense at the paragraph with the word slutty and cheerleaders. I just wrote it with no thoughts, and have no hatred of cheerleaders. In fact, many of my friends are cheerleaders. There are some mistakes since I wrote this in a rush, and this is officially the longest chapter I have EVER written!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I was originally going to put this chapter up on Christmas, but I was in Las Vegas right after school ended, so I did't get to finish writing the chapter. Sooo, this is my present to my readers! Might be a little boring and wacky though... ENJOY!Christina's POV: Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend.
What a girl wants, what a girl needs
Whatever makes me happy and sets you free...
And I'm thanking you for knowing exactly
What a girl wants, what a girl needs
Whatever keeps me in your arms
And I'm thanking you for being there for me
I don't understand, I really don't. Why is it that this song is stuck in my mind, instead of more important things? Like, for instance, the totally understandable need to rush since the ball is in exactly 2 hours' time, and I still haven't decided what to wear. How "convenient" of my brain. Sometimes, I think it's better to shut it down. Does your brain ever do something so utterly stupid and unjust? I'm beginning to picture myself as a monkey in ten more years...
"Ahem, your highness?"
I turn my head and see the royal announcer. Great. When I needed him to announce that I wanted someone to take me out riding, he stared at me as if I was crazy, but when I least needed anybody he was here. After all, I'm sure that theres an arrow over my head pointing at me that says: I'm with stupid. Well not exactly, but you get the picture. After all, my hair was all messed up from the tugging that forced upon it. And guys wonder why girls have cat fights. It's how we get out anger! Dur.
"Yes, royal announcer?" I ask, trying not to roll my eyes at his accent. How 20th century. Oh yeah. No wonder.
"His majesty, King Arthur requests the pleasure of your company, by the stroke of midnight. Your father asks that you be ready before the clock reads eight so that you may be able to mingle with the guests. That is all."
"Thank you. You may go if there is nothing else."
Sheesh, I think Merlin put a spell on me. When did I start talking like an old English lady?
Ta-TA now dah-ling! Oh do be quiet. I wonder how I would sound if I actually said those phrases out loud, I bet my friends would burst out laughing, Dwain would puke, and my mom would probably be bursting from joy. Like as if. Dream on "mother dearest". Oh yeah, did't I tell ya that my "dear o' mother" put me in etiquette class once? I'll let you imagine the results.
Ah, time to begin looking for the perfect dress. I wish I have a boom box with me.
"AHHHH! WHAT THE HELL? OH MY FREAKING GOD! ITS A BOMB, SOMEONE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM, I SWEAR!"
"Christina! Are you trying to deaf me?"
"AHHH! I'M A TWENTY---oh it's you Merlin."
"Of course it's me. Well, lets not waste time. If my calculations are correct, Arthur will be asking for my assistance in about five minutes, so let's get a move on. What does a princess wear? Ah, I have the perf-"
"Stop for a minute. Isn't this my decision?"
"Yes, but I really do not trust your taste as of right now."
"WHAT?"
"Well, it is to my experience, that girls your age tend to dress...below class. Your times' choice of clothing is a little...a little..."
"Slutty?"
"I wouldn't put it in that way, but yes."
"If you can give me a moment, I can tell you this right now: I am NOT some slutty hooker! I am NOT like those cheerleaders that you see everywhere. I GOT FORCED TO ETIQUETTE CLASS FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"
Wow, I cant believe such a term such as heaven's sake can pop up in my brain. Ha. How genius.
I hear a sigh and later on a "if you wish."
Just like before [remember chapter 2? he disapears, also with a note. Seriously, he needs a better exit next time. How about sashaying out, or a magic mirror with a picture of Ryan Sheckler. Yum. Oh wait. The sashaying- more suited for evil step-mothers.
Christina,
I am letting you go with your choice this time, but be warned: there is not enough time to dally. You have less than an hour to choose the perfect, yes, perfect with no cleavage or other unmentionable areas showing dress. I believe you do not know the unmentionable areas of which I am talking about so I'll tell you now. They are the legs, ankles, and elbows. Quite different from your times,eh?
Merlin
P.S: I also left behind an ipod with earphones so that you can listen to some music. I have taken the time to program in an alarm that will ring once you have ten minutes left. Be cautious!
Just because I am an old magician doesn't mean I don't know "teens these days".
I think I'm in love with this guy. He's so awesome! An ipod? Time to turn it on.
SCORE! Yup, all the songs I could dream of: on this ipod!
Exactly forty minutes later:
And not gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Ohhh! That gown is uber adorable, I think I should try it on, after on it matches my eyes with the light blue end, and the angelic white color. How beautiful! Oh my gosh! This one is sooo exotically colored! I love the flaming red color, but I don't think it fits on me. oh well, I'll just grab it.
Darn it, darn it, how many pounds did I gain? It's impossible! I should've lost pounds from all that running! UGH! STUPID BUTTON! PLEASE!! I'M BEGGING YOU! THIS ONE TIME! I'LL LOSE WEIGHT, I PROMISE!
Like magic, the gown grew one size. Definitely some magic going on here, probably because the dress I choose was not the exotic dress.Guess Merlin was watching.
Wait...Merlin...watching...THAT PERV!
"MERLIN! GET YOUR BUTT IN HEEERRRRREEEEE!"
Just like before, he entered, umm...with a look of terror (I hope).
"Please Christina, aim to lower your voice. Others do not know of the circumstances you found yourself in. Keep that in mind."
"Oh. But why were you spying on me putting on clothes? Huh, old man?"
"I was absolutely not spying on you. As a wizard, I happened to put a spell over your room right before I left so that any gown you found satisfactory, one that I would agree to, would fit no matter what. I am not a "perv" or what ever the word means."
Finding no answer fitting for this news, I run toward him, and gave him a bear hug.
"Merlin, you rock! I love you! I love you! I love you!"
"Yes, I'm sure you do," he answers trying to push me away, because, well, because I was squashing him, and I'm wearing the gown I'm suppose to impress my future husband, and the king of whatever he's from.
I'm not fat or anything, but Merlin...Merlin looked like he was bones and more bones.
"I do not want to end this majestic moment or anything, but you have a ball to attend. So if there's nothing else, you must be off."
"Umm. I guess."
"So clumsy of me! Your gown deserves something else to go with it doesn't it?"
"Yes?" Please be a car. Please be a car. Oh wait. Never mind.
"As your future protector, it is my job to please you so I have for you a necklace and a pair of slippers."
Oh my god. Oh my god! Its...it's gorgeous! I guess it's my job to describe the new objects I got, eh?
The necklace, ah the necklace. Perfectly completing the gown I chose, the center of it was a tiny crystal in the shape of the rose. The slippers were glass, and totally what Cinderella would have worn.
Before I got a chance to thank him, he disappeared. Humbug.
"Announcing the princess of Cameliard, eldest daughter of our wise King, the white fairy, Princess Guinevere."
What a long title to say...Great. I'm starting to get butterflies in my tummy. And look! Look at the stair case I'm suppose to go down! What if I fall and trip and make a fool out of myself? What if...
"Um, your highness, please step down now," whispered the announcer, looking displeased.
I'll show him displeased. One step at a time, Christina, you can do it! One down...only a...a million to go! I'm gonna die! I have the image in my head right now. Extra, extra! The princess dies from a fall!
I made it... or maybe not! Woaaahhh!
King Arthur's POV:
One minute I'm standing and mingling with Lady Bess, thinking of the beautiful princess, the next minute when I turn around, just the person I'm thinking of falls in arms.
I look into her eyes, and found the exact thing that had attracted me to her years before. Here, the blue in her eyes are dancing around the green. Sparkling and enchanting, her eyes were different from others. Besides all that, she was kind, and patient, the exact model for a well loved queen.
So I did the only thing I could to stay with her longer: I asked her to dance.
Christina's POV:
Hmmm. Guess who caught me? Hottie number two: my future husband.
"Princess Guinevere, what a surprise! Would you accept this dance?"
"I certainly would after how you saved me like you did."
Wow, I'm flirting. Different from the me back in Cali. But I'm in a different century, might as well live a little!
So we danced the most magical moments of my life, without a care. Unfortunately, we did not catch the deadly jealous glares we were receiving: many from girls wishing to meet the king, and three from different guys.
Lancelot's POV:
"Why does the princess always take the handsomest guys?"
"I agree! First Prince Vance, then the stable lad, now a king?"
A stable lad? Hmmm.
"I guess she's lucky. Well, at least she's nice, so I won't hold it against her. After all, she did save my family's farm after we didn't have any money."
Beautiful and kind. Why didn't I get to catch her?
"I will, did you see the way he held her?"
I didn't get to finish listening to the little chat next to me for at this time I noticed that they were dancing. Just like Arthur, parading her off in front of other men, in front of his best friend. It isn't his fault I guess, she's too beautiful. Here they come!
"Lancelot!"
"Why, hello your majesty!" I say, noticing his blue eyes suddenly becoming annoyed.
"And hello, Priness Guinevere," I said while bowing.
"You too, Sir Lancelot," she stated, not bothering to return the bowing I did.
Laughing Arthur asked,"Did you happen to witness the splendid entrance Ms. Guinevere made?"
"I certainly did, along with all in the room. I complement your beauty, you are attracting the attention of many men, as well as some jealous ladies."
I noticed the blush slowly creeping from the sides of her face.
At This Time:
Princess, you may have their protection now, but you will be mine. Soon.
I don't know. This chapter just doesn't seem right to me. One of the jealous glares was from Lancelot, who else sent a jealous glare? Both are unexpected, and Christina will not meet them just yet.