Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Disney… etc… etc…
A/N: I decided not to write anything else until I actually see the movie… but I'm still going to use the same idea.
Also… it's definitely a Rosie/Carter pairing.

Eagerly, Carter ran up the stairs with Rosalinda's dinner as well as two cups of soda on one of her homemade trays. She opened her bedroom door with her back to discover Rosalinda still sitting on the edge of her bed with her legs crossed; one ankle around the other.

Carter raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "You didn't move this whole time?" She placed the tray on her computer table, and retrieved her soda.

"Why would I need to move?" she questioned, tilting her head. "Is that for me?" she asked, pointing at the tray on the table. Taking another sip of soda, Carter nodded. Rosalinda stood up and took her seat at the computer table. Her eyes followed the princess as she made her way across the room, admiring the see-through jersey.

Rosalinda poked at the exotic food, questioning its edibility. Carter was already half-way through her steak when she realized that she didn't even touch her food. "What's wrong? Eat." She said with a full mouth of food. Rosalinda looked down in disgust at the unknown food. Seemingly to be edible for one person, she decided to give it a try.

Slowly, she lifted her fork containing the baked-ziti and began to chew. Her once disgusted face began to glow and began to quickly chew. She turned around and looked at Carter. "What is this? It's amazing."

Carter looked around her room, trying to find someone else to share her disbelief with. "It's baked-ziti. You know pasta, sauce and cheese."

She smiled and looked back down at her plate. "There is nothing like this in my country." She took another mouthful of her new favorite food. "There aren't any napkins?" She turned around with sauce smeared practically across her entire face.

With a slight chuckle, Carter handed her a handful of tissues. "Napkins are downstairs." It was obvious that the princess was not exactly happy with the improvisational napkins. Reluctantly, she grabbed the bundle of napkins and whipped her face clean from the baked-ziti sauce. She handed the napkins back to Carter. "What do you want me to do with this?" she asked.

"I'm not going to keep my garbage where I eat. Throw it out." She commanded. Carter looked at her with a blank expression. "Throw it out." Rosalinda repeated.

"Throw out your own garbage, Princess." Carter hissed, throwing down her napkins right next to Rosalinda's plate. Carter grabbed her empty plate and stomped down-stairs. She looked at the couch where her father laid. He was exhausted from the travel, which was understandable but there was no one for her to complain to about the annoying princess that she has to bunk with.

Scrubbing the plate, she heard faint footsteps coming down from the stairs. Ignoring her presence, Carter continued to scrub the already clean plate. "C-Carter?" Rosalinda peeked her head into the kitchen. Carter ignored her and turned the water on higher. "Carter, I'm not sure how I offended you, but I truly am sorry."

It was an unacceptable apology but considering the circumstances, Carter was going to compromise. She turned towards the princess and bit her lower lip. "Um… why don't you just head up stairs?" she took another look at her long olive legs and said, "Just get to bed and I'll be up in a bit." Rosalinda did a curtsy and headed up-stairs. Carter's eyes followed the princess' ass as she headed off to bed. After washing the last plate, she headed off to join the princess in bed.

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By the time Carter made her way up the stairs, the Princess Rosalinda was already propped up in the middle of her bed. "Aren't you going to sleep?" Carter asked, joining Rosalinda under the covers.

"Before I slept, my servants go over the current language I am studying." She looked down at Carter, awaiting a reaction.

"Well, I'm not your servant and you're not in Costa Luna anymore." Rosalinda jolted her head forward and jerked back her tears. Her thumbs fumbled together, trying to prevent any further conversation.

Carter soon sat up, and put her hand on Rosalinda's twiddling thumbs. Immediately after contact, Rosalinda's face was buried into her hands and quickly had tears fill up her palms. "Hey," Carter attempted to comfort her. "Please don't cry. I'm really sorry. I didn't…"

Rosalinda's posture soon strayed from her usual princess structure, and her shoulders slumped and her legs went into Indian style. "I can't do this." She cried. "My family could be dead and I'm hundreds of miles away and I don't know anyone and someone's trying to kill me."

Carter wrapped her arms around the sobbing princess in hopes that it would do something. She felt the princess' body completely stiffen once she was locked in her embrace. Shocked at the reaction, Carter went to let go but was quickly grabbed back by Rosalinda. Her breath became short and unsteady, being caught in the awkward embrace. She mounted her legs around Rosalinda's to better fit the position. The cries were soon muffled into the tom boy's tank top.

She patted her back. "You know me… and your family's going to be fine. They have America's finest defense helping to protect the people in your country." She pushed the princess off of her shoulder to look her in the face. She cupped her hands onto her cheeks and whipped away the tears from that were attempting to stream down. "We should get some sleep…" Rosalinda nodded.

They both stared at one another, admiring the way the blue light leaked through the large window and twinkled on one another's faces. Carter was able to feel her irregular heartbeat, increasing rapidly. She was the first to snap out of the trance and awkwardly swung her legs over to dismount. She snuggled underneath her covers and quickly felt the princess' hand creep across her stomach, and around her waist. "I wish to lay like this for the tonight…" she insisted, burying her head back into Carter's shoulder, and resting her bare leg across hers. "Good night, Carter."

Carter swallowed hard, and tried to pull the princess even closer. "Good night, Rosie."

They both laid comfortably together in the uncomfortable silence.