A/N: alrighty part dos
Usual apologies
Disclaimer: see first chapter
"I see you still have the camera."
Matt said with a sideways glance to Andrew before bringing his gaze back up to the in front of him, making sure to keep the steering wheel steady as they drove down the road.
Andrew shrugged as he balanced the camera and the gas mask on his lap before letting his fingers trace over the smooth plastic surface of the mask's visor.
"Yeah I'm still filming everything."
Matt picked him up from his house about ten minutes ago with Casey since the girl planned on spending the night with Karen until they got back from the ball. Matt had stared at Andrew for what must have been at least ten seconds when he saw what his cousin was wearing.
It was his mom's idea.
After Karen managed to convince Andrew to go to the prince's ball, the woman had spent most of not the entire day looking for something that Andrew could wear until she finally found it. Although part of Andrew wishes she hadn't.
It was Richard's old fireman's uniform, complete with the yellow stripped hat and gas mask. All things considered it was a pretty cool costume to wear for a costume party at a friend's house but for a royal ball?
Hell the gas mask alone should be enough reason for security to take him out before he even reached the front door.
Plus Andrew wasn't really sure how he felt about wearing his dad's old uniform. When things were good with Richard before the accident things were great, but then he was forced to stop working and his mom got sick and suddenly things went very badly. The memories of his father's abuse were still fresh in his mind and Andrew didn't really know how to deal with it when she pulled out the uniform at first but then he tried to remind himself that it was just an outfit.
Wearing it wouldn't suddenly push things into being just like they used to be before Richard left and it certainly wouldn't kill him.
It's only for a couple of hours and it is a pretty cool costume, plus the gas mask would cover up his entire face so no one who might be there from school would recognise him, so why not?
"Do you think they'll let me take it inside?" Andrew asked as he looked up at Matt who was decked out in a black tux with a white shirt and bow tie. The only thing that even counted as a costume was the gold mask Matt had resting on the dashboard.
"There's going to be tons of press so I don't really think that would be a problem." Matt shrugged as he stopped at the red light near the last turn before the road that led to the royal palace and gave the camera a long side glance. "But if it is you can just leave it in the car."
Andrew frowned, "What if someone breaks into the car?"
"Are you kidding me?" Matt said with a snort just as the red light turned green and they turned into Montgomery Lane, "Security's going to be crawling all over the place, I seriously doubt someone would be stupid enough to break into a car parked right outside of the royal palace just to get your camera."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Andrew said with a weak smile and he shifted a little in his seat as he asked, "Have you ever met prince Steve before?"
Matt gave a slight shrug, "A couple of times, he used to go to CV he graduated a few years ago. Although it was never alone, the only time he didn't have body guards around him was when he was playing football."
Andrew blinked in surprise, "He used to play football?"
"Yep, first string quarter back. He was pretty good too, he could've gone pro. He seems like a nice guy though, I think you'd like him. I mean everybody else already does."
Andrew just gave a nod as he stared out through the window when Matt cleared his throat and spoke in a more cautious tone, "Is there anyone you-you know-... Like. I mean since you came out and aunt Karen's gotten better-"
The blonde let out a heavy sigh, "Did my mom put you up to this?"
"No, no I was just..." Matt gave another awkward shrug, "I mean Casey, well, she knows this guy and-"
"No." Andrew said in a flat tone and Matt sighed.
"I think it could be good for you, you know, to get out a little more and-"
"Matt no, I don't want a-..." Andrew took a deep breath, "I don't want to date anyone right now alright, I just want to finish school and help my mom get better. That's it."
"Alright, alright. It was just a suggestion, but I mean who knows," Matt said as he glanced at his cousin with a grin. "Maybe you'll meet prince Steve and he'll make you his royal spouse."
Andrew let out a snort at that, "Yeah right."
"You never know."
"Can we just please get there so I can get this over with." Andrew said with a roll of his eyes and he leaned back a little more in his seat, when he caught sight of something odd down the road.
Both sides of the street were lined with trees and what looked like acres and acres of orchards, it made for beautiful scenery but that isn't what caught Andrew's attention.
"Hey Matt, what time does the ball start again?"
Matt frowned but kept his eyes on the road, "Six. Why?"
Andrew leaned forward in his seat and narrowed his eyes down at the brightly lit gate on the turn left side of the road that seemed to be slowly slipping shut.
"It looks like they're locking the gates."
"No way." Matt's frown deepened as he leaned forward as well until he cast a quick look down at the hand on his steering wheel and he gasped when he saw that the time read almost six'thirty. "Oh shit!"
Matt stepped on the accelerator and Andrew fell back in his seat as he laughed while his cousin just glared. "I don't see why you're laughing, I mean this means that you're late too."
"I don't care," Andrew shrugged with a smug smile, "I didn't even want to go in the first place."
"Oh you're going alright." Matt growled as he made the turn faster than Andrew thought it would be possible as he held onto his seat as they sped forward towards the gate.
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The hallway was brightly lit and thank God it was empty.
After spending almost an hour wandering around the crowd in the ballroom Andrew was ready to trade in any and all human interaction and exchange it for a couple of months of solitary confinement.
The blonde pulled up the front of his mask and let the visor rest on his head as he leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting flat on his butt with his camera cradled on his legs.
He's never been to the royal palace before, so he got to take some pretty cool shots of the entrance hall which was probably round about the same size as his house and all the art work hung up on the wall around there and in the main ball room.
The chandelier hanging over the dance floor was huge and lit up the entire thing with bright sparkling light. It was beautiful.
Karen would have loved to see that so Andrew made sure to get as much footage of all the artwork and engravings on the wall so he could show his mom before he had to put his camera away.
Not that there wasn't a ton of press with camera's around already it's just that he had to.
As predicted they got to the ball around twenty minutes late and as predicted Andrew was absolutely mortified when they did.
Apparently he's the only one that got the memo on the whole costume masquerade ball thing since everyone in the palace seemed to be decked out in black suits and evening gowns instead of the a costume of any kind.
They were all wearing masks though, which didn't make Andrew feel like any less of a freak but at least it was something.
Of course since they were late almost every head in the ballroom turned when they walked in and everyone saw the guy in the creepy fireman's outfit so Andrew received twice his normal daily dose of humiliating stares, but at least no one would recognise him as long as he kept that gas mask down.
Of course all hope of going unnoticed went out the window the minute he spotted Sean and some other kids from his school standing around a table filled with drinks with their masks up. Which is why Andrew had to stop filming.
All his bullies have kicked his camera around enough times for them to be able to recognise the device a mile away, so Andrew had to put it away in case someone saw it and knew that he was the one in the creepy fireman's outfit.
The blonde really didn't want to deal with all of that at a party he didn't even want to go to in the first place.
Not that he knew why Sean and the other's were there.
I mean, he wasn't gay and Monica wasn't there as far as Andrew could tell, so what was he doing at a consort ball?
The blonde sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall. Why does it matter anyway?
Matt ditched him like five minutes after they got there, although in his defence, he does work for one of the charities that the royal family sponsored so he was probably working but still.
He's the one that wanted Andrew to go with him after all, if he was spending most of his time with sponsors then why did he even bring his cousin there in the first place?
Andrew could be home right now, watching a movie with his mom or just editing his footage before bed, but no.
He's hiding in some unmarked hallway in the royal palace and if he were honest with himself, Andrew would admit that he really has no idea as to how he'll get back to the ballroom at this point.
The blonde looked up and glanced at his surroundings only just noticing exactly how quite the hallway was.
There were paintings on the cream white walls in front of him of the royals, a dark blue carpet on the floor where he sat, but other than that there were no markings that he could see that showed the way back to the ballroom.
Great.
Now he's lost.
Andrew stared up at one of the paintings in front of him.
There were three people on it.
Two of them were the king and queen from what he could tell, they like the rest of the palace's inhabitants were decked out in royal ball garb and not costumes so he saw they're faces a few times in the thick crowd.
The last person was prince Steve, Andrew didn't really get to see him in the main ball room though.
Andrew let is head tilt to the side as he took the portrait in.
The prince sat there in front of his parents with a bright smile on his face and the warmest brown eyes Andrew has ever seen in his entire life.
He's heard a bunch of the girls at school swoon over the handsome prince Steve and how amazing he looked but Andrew's never really paid any attention to any of the television shows or the news bulletins himself, since well to put it frankly, why should he?
He's not even close to being in league with any of the royals and he really isn't one for politics. What difference did it really make to Andrew whether he's seen the royals or not?
But now sitting there in the hall and really looking at the prince or rather his portrait Andrew definitely understood why more than half of the student body was so in love with this guy.
He really is handsome.
Andrew blushed at the thought as he quickly looked back down at his lap.
Yeah he's made peace with the fact that he's gay, but he still felt a little weird whenever he caught himself actually checking another guy out or even worse actually fantasising about one.
They were all faceless bodies really and sometimes Andrew would let his imagination run away with him before rinsing off his embarrassment in the shower. Those times weren't too bad though.
Then other times it felt like he could almost hear Richards voice in the back of his mind, calling him a disgusting fag and telling him that no one would ever want him.
That friend Matt and Casey wanted to set him up with was a definite no no. Not that Andrew didn't like the idea of having someone that cared about him other than his mother and cousin, it's just that Andrew couldn't bare being rejected.
Yes, Richard was gone, but it was hard trying to shake off his father's ghost and Andrew didn't think he'd be able to handle it if his old man turned out to be right and no one really would ever want him.
So for now, he's happy with the way things are.
Just him and his mom.
Andrew shifted on the floor a little uncomfortably before glancing up at the portrait of the prince almost like it was the real thing.
He really is handsome.
Andrew isn't sure what he'd do if he ever met him, would it really matter though? I mean, it's not like any of the royals would notice him on any normal day, but still I mean giving those faceless fantasies a face wouldn't be so bad would it?
Oh my God. Was he really thinking about jacking off to the prince?
At that thought the blonde's face burned with heat when a voice suddenly spoke and his head snapped up in surprise.
"Finally! Someone put in some actual effort."
Andrew stared at the figure walking towards him for a moment. He was wearing a football uniform. A white and green jersey with green pants complete with the shoulder pads and helmet. There was a green CV written on the side of the helmet and Andrew realised that it was a one of the football uniforms from his school.
The blonde quickly scrambled up onto his feet and made to leave when-
"Hey! Hey where are you going?"
"I'm really sorry, I know I shouldn't be here I was just-"
"Escaping the circus in the ballroom?"
Andrew paused as he glanced up at the figure that stood just a few feet away and started fiddling with the camera in his hands, "Something like that."
"Are you with the press?"
"No I just-..." Andrew stopped to bit his lip and looked away before answering briefly lifting the camera up, "This is just a hobby. I film everything I do, I've been doing it for a couple years."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I-I should go." Andrew said as he turned back to get as far away from this guy as quickly as possible when his wrist was grabbed and the blonde was brought to an abrupt halt.
"Wait."
"What?"
"What's your name?"
Andrew resisted the urge to stare at the gloved hand that was still locked around his wrist and looked up at the guy's face although he couldn't really make out much.
Besides the helmet he wore, there was also a black mask covering his face so only his eyes could be seen from the inside of the headgear. Warm brown eyes stared back at him and the blonde couldn't help but answer.
"Andrew-" he felt his face begin to heat up all over again when his voice came out in a much softer pitch than he'd intended and he quickly cleared his throat as he tried again.
"Andrew Detmer and you?" That last part was a last minute attempt to not sound as awkward as he felt only to blink in confusion at the surprise he saw flash in the guy's eyes.
"You dont-..." The guy paused and let the arm that held onto Andrew's drop a little more, "You don't know who I am?"
"I can't really tell much with the mask. Am I supposed to know you?" Andrew answered and the other's head gave a tilt to the side.
"Weren't you at the opening ceremony?"
"My cousin and I got here late, so... I guess we missed it."
"Oh," the guy blinked and let go of Andrew's arm and stared in complete silence for a moment making the blonde shift uncomfortably until he finally forced himself to ask.
"So who are you?"
"Oh shit, sorry I'm-" the guy paused for the briefest of moments before giving a smile, "I'm Gregarious, it's nice to meet you Andrew."
As Gregarious lifted his hand for Andrew to shake the blonde couldn't help but give a frown, "Isn't prince Steve's middle name Gre-"
"Our parents thought it would be cool if we had the same name for some reason." Gregarious answered, "Steve's my, cousin. You can just call me Greg."
"O.K, it's nice to meet you too." Andrew tried for a small smile while Greg's just grew underneath the headgear. "So you're the prince's cousin?"
"Yeah," Greg pulled the helmet off his head, but kept the black mask going over his eyes and Andrew couldn't help but frown. "I'm only going to be in town for a few more days. I'm just- here for this whole ball thing."
Andrew's eyes narrowed down at the other as he spoke, "You know you look-"
"A lot like my cousin, yeah we get that a lot. So you said you were here with your cousin?" Greg said quickly as he directed the conversation away from himself. Andrew gave a sheepish grin when Greg let go of his arm and he started fiddling with his camera.
"Yeah, Matt Garetty."
"Garetty? Garetty, Garetty..." Greg said a few times as his eyebrows furrowed in thought and he stuck the helmet underneath his left arm when he suddenly smiled, "Garetty! Yeah I remember him from highschool, he was all philosophical and deep. He used to talk about Schopenhauer all the time." Greg chuckled and Andrew couldn't help but smile back. "He's with... Project world charities now, right? I've been hearing a lot of good things about them from my m-aunt."
"Yeah, he's doing really good now but I'm pretty sure all that philosophy was just the weed talking." Andrew said looking down at the camera in his hands and his eyes snapped up when Greg let out a laugh. It was smooth and warm, so open and inviting that Andrew almost felt like laughing as well.
He's got a beautiful smile.
At that thought Andrew felt his face begin to warm and he quickly cleared his throat and pulled the gas mask off his head in an effort to distract himself.
"So uhm you've met Matt, huh? He's never mentioned you before, but he told me he's met your cousin before."
"It was only once or twice, plus I'm pretty sure he was stoned both times." Greg said with a weak chuckle and Andrew turned away.
"I should go, Matt's probably looking for me by now."
"Wait," Andrew stopped and turned back to glance at the other, Greg had his helmet in his hands now. Running his hand over the smooth surface before looking up at Andrew. "Do you wanna hang out for a while? I mean, the charity people are going to be tied up with the queen for a while and... I'm so bored walking around here on my own."
Andrew blinked in surprise and looked away, "I think it's better if I-"
"Do you really want to go back to the ballroom right now? I can show you around the palace or... I dunno we can go downtown. I promise I'll have you back before your cousin is finished."
"I don't know-"
"C'mon it'll be fun." Greg said with that warm smile as he stepped closer, "Trust me."
Andrew shifted his feet a little as he looked into Greg's eyes before letting out a sigh and giving a nod, "O.K."
"Great." Greg beamed with a bright smile and Andrew felt himself begin to flush all over again. "So what do you wanna do?"
Andrew gave a shrug as he looped the strap of his mask over his arm and held the camera in his hands, "I don't know, I'm cool with whatever."
"Yeah, even if I locked you in a room and had my wicked way with you?" Greg teased and Andrew's blush went even darker and his eyes went wide. Greg chuckled as he turned back. "I'm just joking, c'mon."
"Exactly what are we doing?" Andrew asked as he followed the royal and Greg glanced up at him with a smile.
"I'm taking you out, Detmer."
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They left the castle about two hours ago, but not before Greg led Andrew up to one of the rooms in the castle so he could get rid of some of the heavier gear he was wearing. The blonde went three shades of red when the royal suddenly tugged off his jersey so he could take off his shoulder pads and had to look away while he finished changing since he couldn't find it in himself to watch without his head exploding from all the blood that was rushing up towards it.
Greg's kind of hot under all those clothes, nothing but smooth brown skin stretched over curves and ridges of hard muscle.
Andrew had bitten his lip hard enough to leave marks as he waited for the royal to finish and was only slightly disappointed when he turned back and found that the other had put his jersey back on but hadn't taken off his mask.
But he didn't ask when Greg led him back out, through the castle hallways down to the underground garage and got into an SUV before leaving the castle through one of the underground tunnels Andrew didn't even know existed.
It was awesome getting on tape.
They went to a drive through and picked up a couple of smoothies before Greg took him to the space needle. Despite living in Seattle for his entire life so far Andrew had never been there before, so he was more excited than he'd ever admit when they pulled into the parking lot and walked inside.
Andrew filmed everything from the main entrance to the observation deck inside of the skyscraper.
It was beautiful and the view was amazing, but Andrew was surprised to find it so empty when they walked inside. It wasn't that late, maybe around eight - nine o'clock if Andrew had to guess and yet there wasn't a single person up there besides himself and Greg at the time.
But Andrew didn't mind. They lost track of time up there. The royal was warm and friendly, he was so easy to talk to that Andrew ended up telling him things about himself that only his mom knew. Things he's told Matt about a few times but even that was just the bare minimum.
Somehow it just felt different with Greg, I dunno, like Greg just understood even though they've only just met. He even showed him some of the footage on his camera, something he's only ever done with his mom.
"I don't really have any friends." Andrew said as he fiddled with the straw in his smoothie while his camera stood on the railing beside him, filming the bright lights that glowed over the Seattle landscape while Greg stood on his other side. "I guess I'm just... Shy. It's hard talking to people sometimes, I mean even when I talk to Matt sometimes I just, I dunno fold into myself."
"Have you tried to make friends before?" Greg asked and Andrew just gave a snort, "Once, I ended up getting punched in the face cause I got friendly with the wrong person. But then my mom got sick and my dad started drinking, there just wasn't any time to even think about trying again you know."
"Yeah, I know. My parents," Greg cut himself off as he looked out over the city and he leaned into the railing a bit more. "I mean it's not as bad as the thing with your dad but, they fight a lot. I thinks it's cause my mom might be cheating on him... Actually I know she's cheating on him, but they won't get divorced because there are certain expectations that they have to fulfil." Greg gave a humourless snort as he shook his head, "But at least for now, it's not too bad. Their letting me make my own choices so that's good."
"What kind of choices?" Andrew asked as he looked up at the other and Greg looked down at the blonde before giving a sly smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Sexual choices."
Andrew blushed lightly and looked away for a brief moment and he couldn't help but ask. "So you're gay like your cousin too?"
Greg stayed quiet for a moment as his head gave a slight tilt to the side, "Yeah."
"Oh."
"Your mom's gotten better though, right?" Greg asked seeming to change the subject and Andrew was more than just a little grateful.
"Yeah, she's off the respirator and she walks around the neighbourhood everyday." Andrew said as a smile started to spread over his lips, "I'm really proud of her, she's been through a lot. I'm glad she isn't in any pain anymore."
"You know you've got a beautiful smile." Greg suddenly said and Andrew's eyes snapped up towards him, he could feel the heat collecting in his face as the royal stared at him and he had start fiddling with the cup in his hands to distract himself.
"Well since your mom's better, maybe nows a good time to start getting out a little more." Greg tried and Andrew's face fell as he shook his head.
"No, I don't think so."
"C'mon you could meet some knew people, meet some girls." Greg teased as he bumped his elbow against Andrew's shoulder and the blonde's blush went a shade darker along with the tips of his ears.
"I'm not really... Comfortable around girls."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean-..." Andrew cut himself off as he started biting his lip when Greg suddenly grinned, "Or you know you could meet some guys."
Andrew looked up to glare at the other and Greg just laughed.
"Andrew Detmer, are you gay?"
"Yes."
Greg chuckled again, "Is that why you were at the ball tonight?"
"No, I went to the ball because my mom and cousin forced me to go." The blonde said and Greg gave a dramatic sigh as he turned around so his back was facing the city view. "Figures, the one gay guy that actually shows up and he doesn't actually do it to win a date with prince Steve, the dashingly handsome."
Andrew smiled, while Greg continued. "I swear most of the guys that showed up probably can't even spell gay and the others were well... Ridiculous. Biggest ass kissers I've ever seen in my entire life and I don't even mean the good kind."
Andrew laughed and the royal smiled, "You see that, when your face lights up like that with that amazing smile. It makes me wonder why someone hasn't taken you yet."
Andrew stopped laughing and he instantly flushed, "You're just saying that, I know what I look like, I'm-"
"Perfect?"
Andrew's eyes widened a bit when Greg took his chin his hand and tilted it up slightly as he leaned in. Andrew felt his heart start to pound in his chest and his breathing increased. The blonde put his hands on Greg's shoulders to stop him short and he looked into those brown eyes as he whispered.
"Stop, you don't want to do that."
Greg smiled, "Yes I do." And with that Greg closed the distance between them, making Andrew's face catch fire.
The blonde froze at first, until Greg's lips slowly moved against his own and he kissed back, holding in a squeak as an arm went around his waist. Andrew dropped the cup in his hands to wrap them around Greg's neck.
This was officially his first kiss and it was perfect.
That time with Monica doesn't even count, this is so much better than that was. Neither of them tasted like cheap beer or smelled like overly sweet perfume and hair product.
Mixed berries and nectarines form the smoothies and Greg smelled like deep earthy cologne.
Andrew couldn't help but moan as Greg's tongue slid into his mouth while his blush went another shade deeper. Greg pulled back and smiled at Andrew's blurry blue eyes when his eyes suddenly snapped up to the watch on the furthest wall of the observation room,
"We should get back. Promised you I'd have you back before your cousin got done right?"
"Right." Andrew said not being able to keep the disappointment out of his voice, Andrew quickly picked up his camera and mask, when Greg took his free hand and started leading him out of the room as he gave the teen a smirk, "Besides I promised you a tour of the palace."
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"The main hall leading to the ballroom is down there."
Andrew followed Greg's gaze down the hallway, he could hear the music coming from the ballroom and the blonde let out a sigh at the fact that he wouldn't have to go running around the palace looking for a way out when Greg suddenly pulled him close and he smiled as they stumbled through one of the doors on the side of the hall.
The room was brightly lit, with hundreds of pictures all pinned up on the wall. Some where black and white while others were had bright colours. Buildings, people, animals and plants all shot from artistic angles while some stood on stands all around the room.
Andrew pulled away from Greg's grasp to walk forward and look around the room setting the camera down on a stool near the doorway, "Wow."
"This is... This is the king's gallery. He takes pictures sometimes when he travels or when he's around town. It's just a hobby though." Greg explained as he walked on after the blonde and Andrew stopped in front of a picture of a blood red orchid standing out against a black and white backdrop of leaves and brush.
"He's good, he really took all these?"
"Yeah he spends most of his time in here when he isn't working or whatever." Andrew resisted the urge to jump when Greg's arms wrapped around him and he took a deep breath to try and relax while Greg spoke beside his ear.
"I thought you might like to see some of his stuff, you know since you film everything. Do you like it?"
"It's amazing."
"You know, since your graduating soon maybe you should think about applying to a film school or something."
Andrew blinked in surprise, "Film school?"
"Yeah, I mean you're already comfortable with a camera, it's something you like to do so why not?"
"I-" Andrew paused, involuntarily leaning into the other, "That would actually be really cool, but I can't really afford film school."
"You could get a scholarship," Greg said as he turned his head to kiss the side of Andrew's neck making the blonde smile, "Or a loan or... I dunno get yourself a sugar daddy."
Andrew elbowed the man behind him and Greg let out a sound that sounded like something halfway between a grunt and a chuckle as he started laughing. "Shut up."
"I wouldn't mind the job."
"Oh yeah and exactly what would I have to do to for you to pay for college?" Andrew said as he turned around and gave Greg a grin when the royal lifted a hand to cup his cheek.
"Just be you."
Andrew blushed before grabbing the front of Greg's shirt to pull him down and seal their lips in a kiss, the blonde let out a soft moan as he reached up to the tie on the back of Greg's mask. He wanted to see his whole face, just to make this moment a little more real than it already was when his wrists were suddenly grabbed and Greg pulled away.
"I want to see your face." Andrew breathed and Greg seemed to swallow hard as he stared back into Andrew's eyes before he spoke.
"Andrew there's something you should know."
Andrew frowned at that and was about to ask what that was when the door to the room suddenly flew open and a man dressed in a black suit with no mask stood in the door.
"Your highness, there you are. It's midnight. The king and queen have been so worried that-" The man stopped when he caught sight of Andrew and blinked in surprise, "W-... I-"
Andrew's face flushed as he panicked and quickly pulled away from Greg and made for the door. "I need to go."
"Andrew wait!"
Greg was too late as the blonde was already out the door and he let out a sigh as he pulled off his mask, before walking over to the man who stood silently by the door.
"I'm sorry for interrupting sir."
The royal just sighed as he shook his head, "It's O.K, I just-" he stopped when he noticed Andrew's camera still sitting there on the stool. The little red light was still on and he smiled as he pressed the button on the side.
"I have a feeling I'll see him again soon."
A/N: ok so the next chapter is the last I just feel like there should be a little more to it than the whole Cinderella boy meets other boy thing so yeah.
Anyway
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