PROLOGUE

Once upon a time...

Let me stop myself before you go on any further. Now, if you're thinking that this story is going to be a typical fairytale, then you might as well stop reading now. Still with me? Good. I'll tell you right now, this story is a fairytale, minus the whole prince and princess bit. Well, technically we do have a prince, but you can figure out why he's a prince all on your own. It's just that obvious.

Unlike all the other fairytales you may have read or heard of, this one doesn't have any wicked Queens who like to speak to magic mirrors or even wicked stepmothers who come with heavy baggage such as wicked stepsisters. Our 'princess' isn't a maid, but she does like to keep things tidy on her own accord. You won't hear of any little men living in the forest singing a silly song like “heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work we go...” but come to think of it, no one randomly breaks out in song in this fairytale.

Our 'princess' does not talk to woodland creatures, mice, crustaceans, fish, seagulls, tigers, or household objects. She's normal and talks to actual people. Scratch that, she doesn't talk to many people, but a select few have been able to hear that angelic voice. No evil witches cast a spell on our 'princess' in any way. That means no poison apples that make her fall asleep, no pricking her finger on a spindle to make her fall asleep, and there is no way that she could really lose her voice. She doesn't talk much as it is, so it's almost like she's a mute. Almost.

She doesn't have a fairy godmother to help her prepare for a fancy ball that includes pumpkin carriages, mice turned into horses, glass slippers, and a warning to be home by midnight. Nor does she have fairy godmothers who bestow her with gifts of beauty and song. She just has really good genes, so duh, she's a knockout. But if you ran into her on the street, you'd never know. I'll tell you right now, she's not much of a singer either. She only chooses to sing in the car albeit a little quietly.

Now onto our 'prince.' In true prince fashion, our 'prince' is handsome. But he's different from most princes. You see, our 'prince' isn't spoiled, selfish, or unkind. He's more giving, selfless, and chivalrous. That's why no witch has turned him into some scary beast. He doesn't have to pretend to be a prince, because like I said before, he really is a prince. He doesn't ride a white horse, instead it's a white Ford Mustang. Not exactly a horse, but you get what I mean, don't you? He doesn't have a magic lamp to grant him three wishes and he certainly doesn't do anything dramatic like search for our 'princess' with a shoe. He doesn't have to fight off evil dragons, they're more like hormonal and horny teenagers of the X chromosome.

Let me see... is there anything I'm forgetting? Oh, right. The 'prince' and 'princess' in this story weren't betrothed by their parents. Actually, their parents are really good friends, but they don't believe in arranged marriages. There is absolutely no love at first sight bit in this story. Our 'prince' or 'princess' doesn't fall in love by seeing her/him across the room, or hearing her/him sing, or even running in to her/him in a marketplace. They don't take a magic carpet ride, although I have to admit that it would be awesome if they did.

This tale, well, this tale is a tale as old as time and about as true as you can get. Our 'prince' and princess' were barely even friends, but unexpectedly, they slowly formed a bond. It was just a little change, calling it small would be an understatement, it was that unnoticeable. Both of them were scared, of course. I mean is anyone ever prepared for something as scary as love? Like all people who fall in love, I'm sure it must have been a surprise. But they were both sure, sure as the sun rises.

So I'm telling you, this really is a tale as old as time. A, uh, tune as old as song. (Damn, I'm creative.) It was bittersweet, it was strange, but they both found that they could change and learn when they were wrong. Their love was as certain as the sun rising in the east. I've said it before, but this story of love really is a tale as old as time, a song as old as rhyme. The tale of a beauty and a, uh, well neither one of them is a beast. So a tale of a beauty and... another beauty? Eh, I'll work on the kinks of that later.

If you're wondering, the answer is no. I am not the 'princess' of this story. I'm not even the 'prince' of this story. I'm just some third party observer who has no part in this story whatsoever. But if I don't tell their story, then who will? Right, no one. OH! Silly, me. I almost forgot.

True love's first kiss? Forget about it. It took them a couple of kisses to realize they were in love with each other. Happily ever after? Hmm. I'll let you be the judge of that.

What do you say we start from the beginning? Once upon a time...

A/N: As you can see, this storyline is going to be along the lines of "Beauty and the Beast." People recreate "Cinderella" all the time, but I thought it would be fun to work with "Beauty and the Beast." But my story has a few different twists to it. I know I'm supposed to be working on the Masterson series, but to be fair, this story popped into my head first, so therefore, it will be written first. Hope you all don't mind that. Again, I won't update this story until the other one is done. Anyway, I'd love to hear your feedback for the prologue. Love it? Hate it? Do you think I'm crazy for messing with this idea? Let me know! Oh and to get rid of some confusion: I, All Over You, am in no way part of this story. The third party in this story isn't me, well, it is me, but it's not. Does that make any sense?

Disclaimer: Like all my other stories, I do not own anything recognizeable. (ex: lyrics to "Beauty and the Beast")