A/N: Wassup baby? I just watched Princess and The Frog, and did anyone see the resemblance Charlie has with the prince? Or the resemblance Kadee has with Tiana? Well, Charlie's supposed to be the prince in the story... I think you all catch my drift. I just noticed it.
And tomorrow is Lulu Antariksa's birthday, so if she's reading this, I just want to dedicate this chapter to her. Knowing she's been reading the fanfictions kind of made me want to write more. So, happy early birthday to her! From the Rockers to Lulu. Haha.
I just wanted to share that with you guys, so go ahead and read this chapter!
Stevie's POV
"OH MY GLOBS!" Kacey squeals. Oh boy...
"What?"
"You never told me you could sing!" she exclaims. Someone help me.
"What the fudgeballs!?" Nelson and Kevin ask simultaneously.
"I don't want to eat fudgeballs anymore. " I say trying to change the subject. So I wasn't good at it...
"Why are you asking her that? And I could go for some fudgeballs..." Charlie asks.
"You should know Zander. You were there the day she auditioned." Kevin says.
"Who are you? And who's Zander?" he asks still pretty confused.
"So you're not Zander." I say.
"Yeah. Want me to prove it?" he asks.
"Maybe I could..." I say, and then an idea pops into my head. I take my hand and rustle up Charlie's hair getting a good look at his head.
"WHAT THE CRAB CAKES!? What have you done with Zander!?" I exclaim my eyes going wide.
It's not Zander!? It's not Zander. It's some random guy I found on the streets named Charlie? What? AHHHH!
"Woah Stevie. How could you tell it's not Zander? He's always saying stuff like 'the one and only baby.'" Nelson says trying to imitate Zander. Gotta say... dead on. As for Charlie... he had a New York accent, so... I think you catch my drift.
"I can't tell you how I know it's not Zander. Zander kind of made me promise to never tell anyone about this. But I can guarantee you this is not Zander." I say.
So... you're probably wondering how I know about Zander. Well... one day, Zander wanted to impress this girl by getting his hair done. He even asked me to help him out. He should've known I haven't touched a curling iron ever in my entire life. So he did his hair, his hand slipped, and he accidentally burned himself. I was the only one who knew about the scar. He hid it from the people at school with his hair over his forehead. I didn't see what the big deal was. It was a tiny little mark on his head. I could barely see it up close.
"So if this isn't Zander... who's the dude?" Kevin asks.
"Guys... meet Charlie Prince." I say.
"Who's Charlie?" Kacey asks.
"He's from New York. Remember that guy Rags?" I ask.
"Oh yeah," Kevin says and frowns. "He's the guy who can't sing."
"Well... Charlie is Rags, but not really. I mean- Ugh. It's complicated." I say. Charlie just chuckles.
"I guess since you guys might believe me, maybe I should tell you guys myself." he says.
"So what's the story?" Kacey asks him.
"I met Kadee Worth and I kind of fell in love with her-"
"You got to be kidding me. As in the famous Kadee Worth? The one with the Midnite perfume?" Kacey asks.
"Yes. Anyways... I performed a song as Rags during a masquerade ball she threw-"
"So why didn't she know it was you?"
"It was a masquerade ball-"
"Why are you called Rags?"
"I wore a rag as a mask, and it would remind me where I came from."
I could tell Charlie was annoyed by all the cutting off and chiz, but he was surprisingly calm. Just. Like. Zander.
"Guys! Let the dude speak." I speak for Charlie.
"Thank you Stevie. Anyways... after the ball, Kadee had this search for Rags."
"I remember that search! Everybody knew about it! Every single guy at Brewster claimed he was Rags and they even tried to sing." Kevin says.
"Too bad it was Spaghetti and Garlic Bread for lunch that day... I almost fainted!" Nelson says and dramatically puts a hand over his forehead.
"So I tried to show her I was Rags, but my stepbrother Andrew locked me in a closet and he ended up being known as Rags." Charlie finally finishes his story.
"So it's Cinderella... but without the happy ending?" Kacey asks.
"Unfortunately, yes." Charlie says. Some people have a sixth sense. My sixth sense... I could see right through people. Charlie... he feels heart broken. I'm guessing he had a dream or something, and he ended up back to square one.
"I'm so sorry. Maybe we could prove you're the real Rags?" Kacey asks.
"It's kind of impossible. Andrew already released his first album." Charlie says.
"Well... I'm sorry after everything you've been through. Come on guys. We have some shopping to do." Kacey gestures to Nelson and Kevin and they walk off.
"So... how did you know I wasn't that Zander dude?" Charlie asks me.
"Let's just say that you don't look like Harry Potter." I say, and then I realize that the Perfs were watching us. The queen Perf, Molly, walks toward us.
"Hey Loserberry. I didn't know Zander was your boyfriend." Molly says eyeing Charlie. She may have watched us, but at least I know she didn't listen.
"He's not my boyfriend. Just a friend." I say.
"So you don't mind if I have him?" Molly asks.
"Listen here Barbie... I'm kind of taken." Charlie says to Molly.
"Well... who is the girl then?" Molly asks him.
"Kadee."
"Kadee who?" she asks taking out a tube of lipgloss and applies another layer.
"Kadee Worth." he says and she just laughs.
"Kadee Worth? Listen here fanboy. Kadee Worth is famous. You... you just play your ukulele for money. Do you think you could have her?" she asks him. Harsh...
"Whatever happened to wanting me?" Charlie asks. Ask they continue their conversation, I remember my job. Since no one is around, I take left over smoothie and wait for the right moment...
"I may have wanted you, but I can have anyone." Molly states.
Now would be the right moment.
PLOP!
"You stupid girl! You ruined my hair! Loserberry, you will pay for this!" she screams. Charlie and I just laugh.
"You can never have me, and Stevie isn't a loser." Charlie says as he strums his uke.
"No one tells a Perf she can't have him! I will have you! You'll see!" she screeches before she goes back to her clique and they head off to another store.
No one ever comes to Danny Mangos this time of the year. I'm surprised I even bothered coming to work today.
"Why do they call you Loserberry?" Charlie asks me.
"It's because of my job. I used to wear this ridiculous uniform, until I was promoted to blending smoothies wearing a Danny Mangos apron." I explain as I get back to my job, but I don't stop talking to Charlie. Where the heck is Zander?
I take a mop and I mop the floors lazily. This is so not fun.
"What did the uniform look like?" he asks me.
"That depended on what day it was."
"What?"
"On Sundays, I was a strawberry. On Mondays, I was a pear. On Tuesdays, I was a tangerine. On Wednesdays, I was an apple. On Thursdays, I was pomegranate. On Fridays, I was a banana. And on Saturdays, I was the mango with the sunglasses. I was the girl that handed out coupons." I explain.
"So you were fruits. That must've sucked. At least you didn't go through what I was going through." he says.
"What was that?" I ask him.
"My stepbrothers used to break the dishes and blame it on me. Arthur punished me by doing dirty work with no pay. As if I actually got paid... Anyways, I was basically the busboy. I also got punished whenever I sang while I worked hard. Even a whistle out of me, and I was dead meat." he sighs.
"But you're a singer. Why didn't he let you sing?" I ask.
"Something about sounding like a donkey choking on carrots or something... Long story short, he thought I sounded horrible." he explains.
"Yeah right." I say mopping up spilled smoothie from under the tables.
"Need help?" he asks me.
"No thanks." I say.
"Well, I'm gonna help anyways." he says as he gets the mop from the corner. Nice kid...
"Why would you even want to help?" I ask.
"It's fun." he says nonchalantly.
"How is cleaning fun?" I ask.
"It's only fun if you do it my way." he says.
WHAT.
He heads over to the boombox in the corner and turns it on. Oh great. He's gonna dance.
He does some moves that make me dizzy, but he somehow gets a really big area of the floor mopped. All done in ten seconds. And it takes me ten minutes to get a quarter of the room done.
"You try." he says.
"But I can't dance." I say sheepishly.
"Just try." he says.
"Fine, but don't laugh at me." I say and try to dance. I remember all of those moves I used when I was a kid. I twist and turn until I get most of the floor surrounding me done.
"You can't dance, huh?" he smirks at me.
"Don't you dare tell anyone. Not even my friends. Not even Zander." I say.
"Do they know any of your talents?"
"So far, all they know about my talents is that I dance like a noodle and I sing terribly. Well, they obviously know that can sing now, but that's not the point." I say.
"Can you help me get a job?" he asks me suddenly.
"A job? Here?"
"Yeah. I mean, you're the only friend I have and I need a job. How else am I gonna buy myself some food? All I need now is a place to live, but eh. I'll take care of that later."
"I'm not your only friend. And besides, you won't have to worry. I know where you're going to live." I say.
"Where?"
"You'll see." I say and take out my phone. I dial the number and wait for an answer.
"Hello?"
"Zander? Can you do me a favor?" I ask.
"Anything. I'll do it."
A/N: So Zander's appearing in next chapter. Kadee... She'll come later. And by later, I mean later. Any ideas? Review please.