Timberella1

"Timberella! Come here *now*!"

Justin sprinted down the halls of the castle he lived in, stopping in front of Kevin's door. He wiped his hands off on his apron, ridding them of any soot from cleaning the fireplace, and opened the door.

"Yes, Prince Kevin?" he asked, only poking his head into the room.

Kevin sat cross-legged on his plush bed, arms crossed in front of him and a mean look on his face. His dark hair was flat on his head from sleeping, and it seemed to blend in with his thick, scary eyebrows.

"Tell me, Timberella, what time is it?" he asked, still not looking at
Justin's face.

Justin sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. "Um, I think it's 8:00 Kevin."

Kevin whipped his head around, his eyes narrowing at Justin. "What did you call me?" he spat.

Justin looked down at the carpet, opening the door all the way and standing up. "I'm sorry, I meant Prince Kevin."

"That's better," he growled. "Now, you *think* it's 8:00 or is it?"

"I'm positive it's 8:00," answered Justin, his eyes still on the ground.

"Good!" said Kevin sarcastically. "And *what* time are you supposed to bring my breakfast?"

Justin mentally kicked himself and looked up at his stepbrother. "7:30."

"Well, I'm glad we remember now," said Kevin with a sigh, lying back down in bed. "Now, go get my breakfast before I get *really* mad!"

"Yes, Prince Kevin," said Justin, backing out of the room.

Justin ran back to the kitchen, grabbing two trays from a cupboard. He set a cup, a plate, a knife and a fork on each tray. He poured milk in each cup, adding a little chocolate syrup to Nick's. He opened the fridge and grabbed their breakfast, silently thanking King Lou for deciding he hated Justin's meals and hiring a cook for them all. He heated up Kevin's tofu on the stove and put Nick's doughnuts on his tray.

'How can one be such a pig and the other such a health food freak?' he wondered, shaking his head.

He left Nick's tray on the counter and jogged as quickly as he could to
Kevin's room. He knocked, and opened the door. Kevin sat up in bed, smoothing out the blanket as Justin laid the tray down on his lap.

"Next time, don't be late," he said, all ready starting to eat.

Justin nodded and left the room. He was heading back for Nick's tray when he heard a screeching voice coming from two doors down.

"Timberella!" Nick hollered, a whine evident in his voice. "Where's my food? I'm *starving*!"

Justin sighed and ran to get Nick's tray, knowing that all of the running they made him do kept him in great shape. He knocked on Nick's door and opened it. Nick was all ready up and standing in front of the mirror, posing in his new slacks and silk shirt. His hair was uncombed and lying flat on his head, a few strands falling into his eyes.

"Timberella," he said, twirling around to look at Justin, "what do you think of my new outfit? Does it make me look fat?"

Justin shook his head, admiring Nick's beautiful clothes and wishing he had some of his own. "No," he said, "you look great."

Nick rolled his eyes. "I *know* that, you moron," he said with a giggle. "But what do *you* know anyway? You may go now."

Justin nodded and left the room, his mind still in the clouds as he went to finish cleaning. He whistled quietly as he worked, knowing all too well that King Lou hated it when he sang.