"Checkmate!" Prince said grabbing my king off of the chess board.
"Come on!" I said annoyed.
"The third time I won in a row!" Prince chuckled. "Wanna play again?"
"NO." I said getting up and smoothing all of the ruffles out of my shirt.
"Aww, why not?"
"We both know I'm gonna lose."
"True, so true." Prince replyed cleaning up the game. We were playing chess in the movie theater because it was the only room that was extremely cold today. I sat back down next to Prince. We just stared at the movie screen for a while, talking about random things.
"ELLE! ELLE!" Paris was yelling in the halls serching for me.
"In here!" I yelled back. Paris ran inside, out of breathe and blushing. "Whats up?" I asked curiously.
"You know Jack? Our neighbor?" Paris questioned, barely able to catch her breath.
"Yeah, what about him?" I asked through gritted teeth, images of Prince kissing Lindsey floating through my mind.
"Well, we were texting. And, well, he asked me out to see 'Dinner For Schmucks' tonight! Isn't that great?!" She said hopping up and down a huge grin plastered on her face.
"Uh, yeah! Yeah! That's great! What time are you guys going?" I said faking excitment for her perfectly. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm excited and happy for her, but Lindsey wasn't the best person in the world, and I'm afraid that Jack is going to break her heart.
"7:30!" Paris squealed, flailing her arms next to her.
"That's great!" I said looking at Prince hopelessly. He had the same reaction on his face.
"Yeah. I have to go and get ready! Can you come and help me?" She asked.
"I'll be right up." I said as she walked away.
"Oh god. Jack is one of the most perverted guys I've ever met. He's a jerk." Prince said a worried expression on his face.
"Should we say something to Paris?" I asked looking down, pulling and tugging at the clean carpeting.
"No, no. She won't listen."
"What are we gonna do?!"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Prince asked lifting one of his eyebrow's up. I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"What are you thinking?" I asked examining my hair for split ends.
"We sneak into the movie tonight and watch him."
"You mean spy on them?"
"Well spying is a harsh word. It's more like stalking them for good reasons."
"Riiight. So you think we can just waltz into the movie theater without anyone noticing us?"
"I'll find some disguises, you go and help Paris." He said standing up. I nodded my head and walked away.
"Should I wear this?" Paris asked pointing at an outfit on her bed.
"Yeah! That should be fine." I said.
"Ok, now help me with my hair! Can you straighten it for me?"
"Mhm." I said reaching for the heated straightener. Paris sat down on a chair while I slowly ran it on her hair.
"Perfect!" She said as she checked herself out in the mirror when I was done.
"Ok. I'll let you change." I said slowly backing out of her room and walking into Prince's.
"Why, hello." Prince said turning around with a thick french accent, a fake, thin mustache above his upper lip.
"Oh my god!" I said collapsing on the bed laughing.
"You like?" He added in responce to my laughter, the french accent still intact.
"Have I ever told you how attractive mustaches look on you?" I asked.
"Well I believe you told me once when you drew it on my face that one time." He said pulling me into a kiss. The fake mustache tickled me uncomfortably.
"Ick." I said, ripping it off. "Much, much better." We continued kissing.
"Ok. So I'm gonna wear this black sweatshirt, with this blonde wig, then I'm going to pull the hood up and voila! I'm not Prince anymore!"
"Aww, no 'stache?" I asked jokingly, kissing him again for at least 3 minutes.
"It's time!" Paris sang interrupting us. Prince quickely pulled the wig off.
"Ah! Have fun!" I said hugging her tightly before she walked away.
"It's action time." Prince said.
"Come on!" I said annoyed.
"The third time I won in a row!" Prince chuckled. "Wanna play again?"
"NO." I said getting up and smoothing all of the ruffles out of my shirt.
"Aww, why not?"
"We both know I'm gonna lose."
"True, so true." Prince replyed cleaning up the game. We were playing chess in the movie theater because it was the only room that was extremely cold today. I sat back down next to Prince. We just stared at the movie screen for a while, talking about random things.
"ELLE! ELLE!" Paris was yelling in the halls serching for me.
"In here!" I yelled back. Paris ran inside, out of breathe and blushing. "Whats up?" I asked curiously.
"You know Jack? Our neighbor?" Paris questioned, barely able to catch her breath.
"Yeah, what about him?" I asked through gritted teeth, images of Prince kissing Lindsey floating through my mind.
"Well, we were texting. And, well, he asked me out to see 'Dinner For Schmucks' tonight! Isn't that great?!" She said hopping up and down a huge grin plastered on her face.
"Uh, yeah! Yeah! That's great! What time are you guys going?" I said faking excitment for her perfectly. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm excited and happy for her, but Lindsey wasn't the best person in the world, and I'm afraid that Jack is going to break her heart.
"7:30!" Paris squealed, flailing her arms next to her.
"That's great!" I said looking at Prince hopelessly. He had the same reaction on his face.
"Yeah. I have to go and get ready! Can you come and help me?" She asked.
"I'll be right up." I said as she walked away.
"Oh god. Jack is one of the most perverted guys I've ever met. He's a jerk." Prince said a worried expression on his face.
"Should we say something to Paris?" I asked looking down, pulling and tugging at the clean carpeting.
"No, no. She won't listen."
"What are we gonna do?!"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Prince asked lifting one of his eyebrow's up. I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"What are you thinking?" I asked examining my hair for split ends.
"We sneak into the movie tonight and watch him."
"You mean spy on them?"
"Well spying is a harsh word. It's more like stalking them for good reasons."
"Riiight. So you think we can just waltz into the movie theater without anyone noticing us?"
"I'll find some disguises, you go and help Paris." He said standing up. I nodded my head and walked away.
"Should I wear this?" Paris asked pointing at an outfit on her bed.
"Yeah! That should be fine." I said.
"Ok, now help me with my hair! Can you straighten it for me?"
"Mhm." I said reaching for the heated straightener. Paris sat down on a chair while I slowly ran it on her hair.
"Perfect!" She said as she checked herself out in the mirror when I was done.
"Ok. I'll let you change." I said slowly backing out of her room and walking into Prince's.
"Why, hello." Prince said turning around with a thick french accent, a fake, thin mustache above his upper lip.
"Oh my god!" I said collapsing on the bed laughing.
"You like?" He added in responce to my laughter, the french accent still intact.
"Have I ever told you how attractive mustaches look on you?" I asked.
"Well I believe you told me once when you drew it on my face that one time." He said pulling me into a kiss. The fake mustache tickled me uncomfortably.
"Ick." I said, ripping it off. "Much, much better." We continued kissing.
"Ok. So I'm gonna wear this black sweatshirt, with this blonde wig, then I'm going to pull the hood up and voila! I'm not Prince anymore!"
"Aww, no 'stache?" I asked jokingly, kissing him again for at least 3 minutes.
"It's time!" Paris sang interrupting us. Prince quickely pulled the wig off.
"Ah! Have fun!" I said hugging her tightly before she walked away.
"It's action time." Prince said.