"Need some help, Carter?" I scowled at Claire as she swung casually from a tree above me. I tightened my grip on the hanging root, looking down at the raging river that was around... how many feet? I don't know, I never went to school, but I have been around long enough to know that cannonballing into there would not be anywhere near my version of fun. I like having whole legs. Anyways, sorry, I'm getting off topic, it was pretty far down.

"Hey, wannabe princess, what do you need this for?" My head shot back up to see a certain green eyed menace wearing the crown that had gotten me into this situation. The crown that I wanted out of my hair ASAP.

"Give that back, cathead." I whispered hotheadedly. I could hear the horse drawn carriage I had jumped into this bush to avoid fading into the distance, but I've ticked off too many important people to get myself caught because of a girl with cat hair sticking to odd places on her wrinkled shirt.

The girl who, only after sticking her tongue out at me, was now pondering over something as she looked at the gem encrusted crown thoughtfully. "Hm. Do you think Marty would like this diamond or would it fit better with Watson? Actually, now that I think about it, diamonds would look good on a black cat, right? Definitely goes to Pickletoes." she was now carelessly picking at one of the precious jewels. Fuming, I tried to swing up, but the root I was holding on to tore and I fell farther down the side of the bluff. Now panicking, I desperately held onto what was left of my vine. I looked up at the brunette girl and puffed, "Claire, please! Help me up! I'll do anything, I'll buy you ice cream!" she raised an eyebrow at me, unimpressed. Now exasperated with a voice that was now a whole octave higher, I closed my eyes and screeched at her. "YOUR CATS TOO, I'LL BUY MURFY AND SHERLOCK AND CUCUMBERFINGERS OR WHATEVER AS MUCH ICE CREAM AS THEY WANT!"

I cried internally and I'm pretty sure externally as well as my fingers slipped and I desperately flailed for something to hold onto.

I hope someone feeds that one kid on the corner when I'm gone. He likes those chocolates I get from the market, the ones with caramel in them. I hope someone gets them for him every once in a while. And that poor dog by the hat shop, someone will need to give him a pat ev-

Ok, fine, that is what I wish I had been thinking, but it was actually something more like

Wait no what if someone finds my Doctor Who shrine.

Luckily for me, however, society's lasting memory about me won't have to be of my candles lit around David Tennant's face, because at that moment I stopped falling. A hand wrapped around my wrist.

"They like the butterscotch one." Claire chortled as she pulled me up next to her on the tree.

"At this point, they could be into human flesh flavored ice cream and I wouldn't care." I leaned my back against the tree, letting out a labored breath.

There was a moment of silence before Claire stood up. "So, who are you selling this to?" she dusted off her pants, putting her hands on her hips.

I paused, inwardly shriveling in a pit of cringe and despair. No, I'm not a drama queen.. "Uhmm... I hadn't really thought about it."

See, I did not wake up this morning expecting to be a thief who strolled (and by strolled I mean violently sprinted out of the castle like an angry donkey)out of the castle with a royal heirloom.

I'm painfully awkward at the best of times, but when I stepped into the crown room thinking it was a bathroom and a heard a guard calling for help, I abandoned all rational thought that would make me simply tell the guards it was an accident like a normal person and instead grabbed the crown and ran. I don't know why, for some reason I thought that being known as the guy who stole the crown would be better than being the stupid kid who got lost on the way to the bathroom. And so, I shuffled past guards wearing a bonnet I found in a trash can hiding one of the most valuable items in the country in a man purse. I hate my life.

I heard someone yell behind me. "There he is!" I felt my face get pale, and I started to hyperventilate. I was about to run when Claire put her hand on my shoulder.

Wait, what? Is she going to try to defend me?!

She may have been an annoying cat lover, but I had known her for a long time and didn't really want her in trouble. I was about to stop her when she looked back and shushed me.

"Sorry officer, I forgot my crown back at the castle and asked this idiot to grab it for me. Everything's fine, good work" She said smoothly, now oddly regal. The officer saluted her and walked off. My jaw dropped.

"Your'e the prin-" she cut off my question by winking.

"Don't forget, you still owe me that ice cream."

((A/N: YEA I KNOW THE WRITING AND PLOT IS HORRIBLE BUT I WROTE THIS IN THE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THE TIME I HAD TO FINISH IT AND ITS ALREADY LATE KILL ME))