Prince, Paris and Blanket Jackson at Baseball game ~ August 30th 2012

Dashiell: 15, Prince: 16, Serena: 16, Paris: 15, Nikki: 16




“Prince, don’t do it” I warned him.

“Do what” he asked innocently raising his eyebrows.

“You know what.”

“What” he asked again.

“If you do I’ll...”

“You’ll what?”

“Just don’t do it” I said glaring at him.

“I prefer a more polite, gentler tone for when people are begging me not to do something.”

“I’m not begging” I retorted.

“Oh you aren’t” he said his comedic tone coming through his voice.

“Just shut up.”

“Wrong answer” he said laughing and from behind his back he pulled a red hand sized...

WTF?! I just had a fight with the person I cared about the most, my best friend. Is Prince really worth dumping your best friend like that? He's just a guy. Look at me, I'm being a hypocrite...yes HE IS WORTH DUMPING YOUR BEST FRIEND. Is he really? I mean, he's just another guy there. I've known him for years, and I know he's not gonna let Niki break our friendship like that.

I got up the courage to knock on his door.
The cool, crisp, fall breeze sent chills down my spine..

Prince opened the door, and looked at me weirdly..
"Hey", he muttered,"uh, what are you doing here?"
I smiled a bit.
"I wanted...