A/N: Lorie is a twenty-seven-year-old woman living in Chicago

A/N: Lorie is a twenty-seven-year-old woman living in Chicago. She has a great job, great friends, and a close nit family. There is just one thing missing, prince charming. She didn't want anything less than a storybook ending. She had always felt she was a princess in disguise, but when happens when prince charming isn't exactly charming. Cameron is just the opposite of charming. He is loud, obnoxious, and to top it all off Lorie's best friend since childhood. What happens when his feelings start to change, but she isn't ready to ditch her hope for that storybook ending?

Chapter 1

"No," Lorie protested stomping out of the dressing room. She flung the curtain to the side and stepped in front of the large mirror. "I look like a nun," she said eyeing the white and black dress that hit her just below the ankle. She smoothed her hands down the black cotton dress and sighed once again.

'My hips are huge,' she thought as she turned to the side. 'My stomach is defiantly showing. My boobs look nonexistent under this tent and worst of all I am sure everyone can see panty lines.' She stepped back and looked at her best friend for encouragement.

"Maybe something a little shorter," her friend Katie said from where she was sitting in a chair opposite the mirror. She held several shopping bags in her lap and then there were also several lying on the floor beside her chair.

"No," Cameron protested standing in the doorway of the dressing room area. "Cover it up, cover it all up!" He waved his hands in the air and then covered his eyes with his hands. "It's hideous!"

Lorie shot around quickly and gave him an evil glare. She hadn't wanted Cameron to come on this shopping trip in the first place and now that he was here, she defiantly wished she had rethought her decision of starting to be his friend in the third grade.

"Cameron why don't you kiss my…" She shot back quickly, but stopped mid sentence when an older woman walked into the room. Lorie smiled to the lady and then retreated back into the dressing room quickly. She figured she could get back at Cameron anytime and for now she could put aside his rude comments as she always did.

"I don't wanna go," Lorie called out stomping like a child, not even bothering to open the curtain of the dressing room. Yet again another outfit looked horrible.

"Let's see it," Katie said impatiently with a sigh.

Lorie flung back the curtain and stood there with one hand on her hip. "I hate it," she protested.

"What's wrong with it," Katie asked eyeing the black pants and cute tank top Lorie had on. "I think it's cute," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Well I don't," Lorie protested.

"Me neither," Cameron protested.

Lorie shot another glare at him and stuck out her tongue. "No one asked you," she shot back quickly with another evil look.

"You look fat," he told her quickly and truthfully. Cameron looked at the floor and began chewing on one of his fingernails, a nasty habit he had been cursed with for quite awhile.

"Cameron didn't I just tell you to kiss my…"

"Now, now," Cameron said looking up with a smile and shaking his pointer finger. "We don't like name calling. What did you mother say about being nice? If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything all." He shot her another smile.

"Cameron shut up," Lorie shot back eyeing Katie and rolling her eyes several times.

"Ahh what did I say about being nice," he said in a mocking tone. There were then several moments of silence while Lorie was trying to come up with a way out of this horrible nightmare.

Her mother's friends were loud and arrogant losers who called themselves lawyers. Lorie wanted nothing to do with the uptight airheads her mother called friends. Lorie felt she was just the opposite of 'those people.' She worked six days a week as a social worker in the poverty areas of Chicago. She had fought her entire working career against uptight lawyers who wanted nothing more than money in their own pockets. None of the lawyers she had ever met cared about their clients, especially not the children.

"I don't wanna go," she finally said protesting once again for the millionth time that day. "I don't wanna go, please don't make me. My mother could care less if I am there. She just wants to show off to all of her uptight friends."

"Too bad," Katie said standing up with the bags in hand. "You are going, Cameron is your date, and you're going to wear that red dress we bought two stores ago! Now go change so we can get the hell out of here. I have had enough of you two fighting for today. I swear you two act like your married."

Cameron's head shot up quickly. "When did I become a chauffeur for the princess," he asked quickly.

"I didn't say wait on her hand and foot," Katie butted in before Lorie could protest, which she knew was coming soon. "I said you were her date! She needs a date and who better to go with then you!"

"What if I don't wanna go," Cameron added with a strong stance, hands on his hips.

"I don't care," Katie added. "She doesn't want to go either, so you both agree on something for once! You will be her prince charming for one night at least!" Katie smiled at the both of them.

Lorie smiled at Katie and then began to speak again, "Well I for one would love to have prince charming as my date for this horrible affair, but if he looks like that…" She pointed to Cameron for affect. "Then I will just have to become an old virgin maid." She chuckled softly.

"Is that a wrinkle I see," Cameron shot back with his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes squinted.

Lorie lunged forward and had it not been for Katie she would have landed right in the middle of Cameron. He may have been her best friend, but she had put with enough already. His normal teasing was too much today. She could for the most part take his teasing, but not today. It seemed as if since his trip to Europe for the summer had changed him, and she couldn't put her finger on it, but something was different. He was more distant from her than ever before.

"Now you two," Katie said mockingly. "Play nice!"

Cameron stepped forward slightly to show her he wasn't backing down from a fight no matter what. "I am not scared to fight you," he said with a closed fist.

"Yeah well you better be glad she is holding me back," Lorie shot back quickly.

"Ha," Cameron said with a chuckle. "You are lucky I am even agreeing to go to that stupid dinner. You could just go alone and be another one of your mother's pitiful jokes. I could hear her now." He paused for a moment and then looked at her with an evil smile. "Oh my dear Lorie still isn't married," he mocked with a hand to his chest. "Oh it is such a shame she hasn't met someone with a lot of money, a lawyer perhaps…" He batted his eyelashes playfully.

"Shut up," Lorie said coming forward again. Katie put up her arms again and blocked her from going anywhere.

"No you shut up," Cameron said reacting just as quickly. "I am tired you and your stupid fairytales. No one gives a crap about your mother and your so called 'prince charming.' Why don't you get a life?"

"You two sound like twelve year olds," Katie added putting her arms down to her side, but maybe it wasn't such a good idea, she thought after a moment.

Lorie turned on one heal and stormed back into the dressing room, flinging the curtain shut. "I am not going," said slamming the clothes she was taking off to the floor in a pile. She flung herself down on the small bench and placed her arms over her chest. "I am not going and you can't make me," she protested loudly.

"Same here," Cameron added quickly before storming out of the dressing room. "I wouldn't want to go with that brat if you paid me," he mumbled under his breath as he left the dress shop and headed towards the audio video store.