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I stay away from Prince Butters and his mother door a couple of weeks. If the Queen needed anything she would leave sticky notes all over the place and I would take care of it.

I'm scrubbing the kitchen floor while everybody else is out running errands. My mind starts to wander about the Prince. I hope he isn't doing anything dangerous to himself. I sigh and as I'm about to dunk the scrubbing brush back in the bucket I hear small footsteps behind me.

I turn around to see the Prince walking pass the kitchen. He has his head down and he's looking at his feet. My heart breaks a little more and I have to force myself to go back to cleaning.

I'm laying bed on my laptop chatting with my friends and my older brother. All the chores are down and I can relax. The Prince is at Prince Kyle's house. His mother thought it would cheer him up but I have other thoughts on that.

  My eyes close as soon as I lay my head on my pillow. There's a picture of Prince Butters all muddy as a toddler in my arms. He had a smile and was laughing. In the picture I have my eyes close and a big smile on my face along with some mud on my cheek.

"Kenny?"

I hear a small voice calling my name. My eyes open half way and I look at my door. Standing there is a Prince who looks scared holding his baby blanket in his left hand. I rub one of my eyes and wait for him to continue talking.

"Can I sleep in your bed? I had a bad dream." He ask

I pat the spot next to me on my bed. He closes my door and climbs into bed with me. Once he lays down he snuggles into my side. Sleepily I drape my arm over his torso. 

  The last thing I see is a small smile along with light pink cheeks.

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