Just A Dream
The sound of the kitchen had finally numbed in his ears and he scrubbed and scrubbed at the pot. Jim didn't understand why he had to wash the pan again for the third time. But everything had to be perfect for the Prince's ball tonight. God, Jim hated these things, it was just an opportunity for the Prince to get laid. Jim heard the door open to the kitchen, fearing that the Prince was coming to do another Kitchen Inspection which he was not ready for he turned around, almost ready to tell his employer off. “Don't start with the, I'm done with this, crap.” Tulio laughed doing his impression of the Prince.
Jim laughed also, Tulio and Jim were good friends. Tulio worked there when Jim got his job in the kitchen. Jim walked up to Tulio, putting the dishes down. “What's up, man.” Jim said as Tulio and him did their own little handshake.
“Nothing much.” Tulio said. Then he looked away rubbing his chin.
Jim groan. “What does 'Prince Charming' want now.” Jim said agitated with the prince already, and it wasn't even 8 AM. Jim follows Tulio to the Prince's chambers. Jim walked through the gold and red doors. It always astounds him every time he comes in there. The bedroom was at least 3 times bigger then the kitchen, and it was a castles kitchen! Jim didn't understand why the Prince needed so much space.
“I'll just wait out here.” Tulio said as he stepped outside the room. His long curly hair pulled back into a low pony tail.
Jim scanned the room when his reflection caught his eye, but something ghastly and repulsive was blocking it. 'Prince James, great....' Jim thought to himself.
“Ahh, there you are Jane.” The prince said as two men were working on his outfit.
Jim rolled his eyes. “It's Jim. I have worked for you almost 6 years. One would think you would know my name.”
The prince waved his hand. “Whatever, Jess, now listen. I need you to cater my Ball, everything must be perfect.” His black hair was cut in a military buzz cut and his white and gold outfit with the red pants was, what Jim thought, to much.
Jim's eyes widened. “Sir, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but I only get one night off a month and that's tonight.” Jim said with slight anger seeping through his voice. Trying his best to keep it down
Jim was taken aback. “Soooo, Do you really expect me to work my night just for some stupid party.” Jim said throwing his hands up in the air.
The prince waved his hand again and the servants moved away quickly. The prince turned toward Jim. “Yes, I do. If you still want to be employed by this time tomorrow, you will be at my ball tonight with a tray of delicious snacks and wear something nice.” The prince said turning back the mirror.
Jim groaned and slammed the princes door on the way out. A nasty smirk set upon the princes face as the room stopped rumbling.
That night Jim was barely dressed up at all. His hair was pulled back like it always was and he wore a white shirt and black slacks. The best he could afford for the prince's cheap wages. He slowly went down to the kitchen, grabbed a tray of kesh and walked into the ballroom. Bad waltz music played and girls in big flashy dresses and men in monkey suits danced. Jim ducked his head and made his way to the buffet table.
Tulio was also in a monkey suit and came by for a snack. “Thanks.” He said grabbing a blue colored kesh and almost walked away when he turned around. “Jim!” He said.
Jim gave him a glance. “Yeah, your royal highness is making me work my night off.”
Tulio's eyes widened. He shook his head. “You know what.” He said taking the plate from Jim and setting it on the table. “Go.” Tulio said shoving on Jim.
Jim paused. “But the prince.” Jim said, “My job.”
Tulio shoved him harder out the door. “Let me deal with Mr. pompous about it okay. Go home. You deserve it.”
Jim smiles. “Thanks man.” He said giving Tulio a hug then darts for the door, when he runs into someone. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.”
The girls purse flew to the floor and everything flys out. “No, no. It's my fault. I wasn't watching.” Both her and Jim are on their hands and knees picking up everything when they accidentally bonk heads.
Jim was surprised he expected a horrible princess to tell him to grovel at his feet. And oww! He thought as he looked up, she looked up and their eyes met. His Caribbean blue and Cinderella's crystal blue.