Prince *-*

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(Anna's Point Of View)

I kept on talking to Michael. I actually still had a little crush on him though. I guess I was on the phone a long time because Sasha came downstairs. "Are te going to stay on the phone all night?" She asked. I nodded. "I have to go Michael. Bye!" I said. "Bye." He said. I hung up the phone and sighed. I followed Sasha back upstairs. Paris was waiting. Me and Sasha sat on the bed. I picked up a pail green colored nail polish bottle. Paris picked out a sparkly navy blue. Sasha picked out a soft violet. We all painted each other's nails. Mine looked really nice. So...

- He loves Kanye West and Lupe Fiasco.
- His preferito gum is 5gum and Trident.
- His preferito sport is basketball.
- He wants to produce horror movies.
- He is a beast when it comes to playing basketball.
- He is ironic and sarcastic.
- He likes Eminem.
- He is a very funny guy at school and with his cousins.
- He dates Niki Berger.
- He hates grey days.
- He hates being bored.
- He likes to confuse people.
- He thinks TV is boring.
- He didn't like his new haircut. (The one with the ridiculous bangs)
- He hits Paris.
- He likes using quotes.
- He sometimes thinks he can control people.
- He hates scallop...

PRINCE'S P.O.V.
I could hear the weakness and vulnerability in Elle's voice, and that shattered my heart. She started to walk out of the room, almost in tears. I ran after, quickely catching up to her.
"Elle!" I detto grabbing her wrist and pulling her back towawrds me.
"Just leave me alone, Prince." I heard her sniffle a little, but didn't let go. Elle's head was turned in the opposite direction, avoiding my gaze.
"No! Goddamnit, Elle! Can't te just trust me for two minutes?"
"Trust te with what?" She replied.
"I will never hurt, blame, not trust, o not Amore you. No matter what. Fifty years...