Chapter 1: Prince Charming AKA The Hot British Guy With ThePink Pillow

"What do you mean I'm helping you run errands?"

"It isn't that hard to understand sis…"

I gaped at my younger sister. She had called me begging me to help her shop for her new apartment (which I now know doesn't exist). Then she tells me, 'Oh yeah, I need help shopping for my neighbors.'

"Why are you shopping for your neighbors anyway?"

"Because they pay me twenty dollars to run errands for them each week." She said this as if I should have known that. Like duh.

I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you just get a real job like normal people."

"Oh look who's talking!" She shot back.

I gave her an incredulous look. "I have a real job."

"You work in a bookshop."

"I own and operate my own book store. Yes, I think that qualifies as a real job." I was referring to the store my grandfather had left me when he died. He knew how much I loved that place and trusted me to take care of it.

"Um, not really."

"Oh dear God help me." I grabbed the list from her.

There was a picture of a purple comforter set. "What's this for?"

"Their son." She was filing her nails.

I looked at the picture closer. "But it's purple. And…lacy. How old is this kid?"

"Seven? Maybe eight." She was still playing with those stupid perfect nails.

"Okay…shouldn't he have like…Scooby Doo or something on his comforter?"

"I don't know. Geez Callie-Ann. Just buy what they want!"

"Ah!" I had a full on spaz attack. "What did you just call me? How many times do I have to tell you, my name is not Callie-Ann. That was just some curse provided by mom and dad at my birth."

"Whatever. Stop acting like a two year old trapped in a twenty-six year old's body."

"Meg, I'm twenty-four."

She looked me over, "Keep telling yourself that."

"Stop it! I'm leaving. Good bye." I threw the list back at her and started to walk away. 5…4…3…2…1…

"Wait!" Right on time. "How about we split the list?" She asked hopefully.

I sighed. "Alright." I always caved when she gave me those big puppy dog eyes. The boys did too if you know what I mean.

"Okay you finish up over here, and I'll go buy the…socks." She flounced away.

It probably should have registered in my mind that this store doesn't sell socks. But it didn't. So I continued picking out the ugly purple bedroom set for the kid. Then I got a new shower curtain. They didn't say what kind they wanted, so I picked out a hideous one with blue ducks on it.

I hummed to myself as I strolled down the aisles searching for Megan. I stopped short when I found her. She was flirting shamelessly with, I have to admit, a gorgeous guy, and it was obvious she hadn't gotten a single thing on her half of the list. I am so not helping her anymore.

"Ahem." I coughed loudly.

The brat (my sister) turned to me and smiled. "Oh hey Callie-Ann! (I scowled at that) I ran into this wonderful guy! Meet Andrew." Her smile got so big I thought her face would break.

I continued to scowl. "Hey."

Meg turned to look at something on a shelf. And that's when I saw it. Andrew was clearly sending me a 'HELP ME' look. I smirked. It's good to know not every guy finds Meg's looks can cancel out her awful personality.

"So, you two going out soon? I know Meg's free tonight." Hehe. I feel evil.

The guy's perfect jaw dropped and he had that deer in headlights look. I felt bad for doing this to him, but then again, I didn't.

Meg whirled to face him. "Oh! Let's go to the new club that opened in the city!"

"Um, actually, I, uh, can't."

Her face fell. "Don't you like me?" She pouted what I assumed she thought was a "sexy pout."

He looked even more panicked. "Of course! But…I-I-I'm…gay! Yes, I'm sorry, but I am gay." He nodded forlornly.

Meg harrumphed and stalked away. I couldn't help it. I started to laugh and couldn't stop. "That-that was the b-best you could think of!" I grabbed my sides. This was just too great!

"I'm sorry I didn't get your approval first," He scowled. Uh ohh. I think I made an enemy. Hehe.

All right I think you should know now, that despite being twenty-four, I really do have the mental capacity of a two-year old. Rather sad if you think about it.

"That was just too funny." I grinned like a madwoman. He probably thought I was half insane.

I looked him over and noticed he was holding a really big pink pillow. "Please tell me you aren't going to buy that."

"Huh?"

"The pillow." I grabbed it away and waved the fluffy object in front of him.

"Well it does go good with my act. Don't you think?" Oh my gosh. How had I not noticed that fabulous British accent? I must be really out of it today. That is when I melted. Well not literally, but still. He was a gorgeous British boy, the man of my fantasies, the guy I've always dreamed of, my hearts desire! Oh dear.

"Uh huh," I answered stupidly.

He looked at me oddly. "Are you alright…Callie-Ann was it?"

I groaned. "No. Well, technically yes, but people call me Ollie."

"May I ask why?"

"My middle name's Oliana. So I shortened it."

"I see…well then I think you should know, my name isn't really Andrew. It's James. I was too scared to give her my real name earlier." He smiled and I could've swooned.

"My sister can be a bit scary sometimes…"

"Your sister? You don't look much alike…"

I frowned. "Yeah well, we can't all be beautiful."

"Oh no! I didn't mean it like that! I just- I meant-"

I gave him a half smile. "It's okay. I know she's the pretty one. Don't worry about it."

"I think you are beautiful. Even more than she."

I felt myself blush deeply. "You don't have to try and make me feel better. It's okay." Before he could say anything else I turned to walk away.

"Ollie wait!" He grabbed my arm. "Would you…would you like to get some coffee with me?" He asked nervously.

I smiled, figuring I owed him for before with Meg. "Sure."

And that, is how I met my Prince Charming.