Timberella6

Chris sat on Lance's plush bed, watching as the young prince got ready for the ball. A tailor was standing next to him, measuring the pants of his new suit. Chris glanced up at Lance's face and laughed.

"Lance, man, relax," he chuckled. "You look like you're going to a funeral
instead of a party! I wish *my* parents would throw me a party."

Lance sighed in frustration, a permanent pout on his lips. Tired of standing with his hands straight out, he slapped the tailor's hands away from his jacket.

"You may go now," he said.

The tailor nodded, taking one last look at the suit and leaving the room.
Lance sighed and flopped down on the bed next to Chris.

"This royally sucks," he complained. "My parents are just throwing me a party to help me find a bride." He snorted. "Little do they know, right?"

Chris rubbed Lance's back sympathetically. Suddenly, he had a thought. "Hey!" he said, grinning widely. "Maybe your little lamb Justin will be there!"

Prince Lance had actually thought of that, but he refused to let himself hope.

"I doubt it," he sighed, "but thanks anyway Chris. You're a good friend." His eyes lit up suddenly and turned to grin at Chris. "Hey! What don't *you* come to the party?"

"What?" Chris asked. "No way. Unless it's a *costume* party, I'm not going to fit in!"

But the young prince all ready had the idea in his head, and was calling the tailor back into the room.

"I want to you to make a suit for this man," said Prince Lance, grinning.

"Lance, I don't want to..."

Lance turned to him with innocent eyes and a smirk on his lips. "Well, it
seems you have a choice, Mr. Kirkpatrick. You may either attend the party with me, or sleep in the dungeon."

Chris's mouth fell open, even though he *knew* Lance would never do such a thing. He sighed and got off the bed. "Note to self," he grumbled, "never argue with a prince."

~*~
Justin found his thoughts wondering to the party he was going to attend
tonight, even as King Lou yelled his orders. No one knew Justin would be attending the ball. As far as King Lou, Prince Nick, and Prince Kevin were concerned, he was to stay at home and clean.

"Timberella!" bellowed King Lou, snapping Justin out of his daydreams. "Are you listening to me boy?"

Justin nodded. "Yes, sir. Yes, I was King Lou."

King Lou narrowed his eyes and stuck a fat finger in Justin's face. "Don't
you talk back to me, boy," he snarled. "*I* am king of this land, which means *you* will listen to me or else!"

"Dad! Daaaaaad!"

King Lou sighed at the sound of his son, Nick, whining; again. He waved
Justin off. "Go scrub the floor or something."

Justin nodded and returned to his work, secretly listening to their
conversations.

"Dad!" whined Nick, stepping into the room with Kevin hot on his heels.
"Kevin stole my new hat!"

Kevin rolled his eyes. "You are such a whiny bitch," he grumbled. "And this is *my* hat! I bought it a week ago."

Nick stomped his foot. "You did not! I had Timberella buy that for me this morning, so give it back!"

Kevin opened his mouth to argue but King Lou pushed them both aside, grabbing the hat off of Kevin's head and tossing it in the trash.

"There, problem solved," he said. "Now lets go before we're late." He turned to Justin. "Timberella, you are to finish scrubbing the floors, and *then* I want to you clean the fireplace."

Justin stopped his work and looked up at the large man in front of him. "But I just cleaned it this morning!" he protested.

King Lou smirked. "Then do it again."

Justin sighed and nodded, watching everyone leave the house, each of them calling out last minute requests. Justin ran to the window, watching the carriage take them away. He sighed in relief when they were gone, leaning against the wall.

"Timberella do this, Timberella do that," he mocked. "Wash this, clean that, buy this, scrub that! Well tonight, I'm not doing anything."

He took off his apron, dropping it on the ground and running to Nick's room. He threw open the closet door, looking for something nice to wear. Something that was too small to fit Nick, but that he kept anyway. He grinned when he found a beautiful blue, silk shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He held them against his body and smiled.

"Perfect. Prince Lance, here I come!"