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Minnie knew it wasn't smart to close her eyes as she was walking, especially since she was carrying a heavy load of paper, but the headache going on inside of her took over a lot of her common sense. She supposed her aunt had meant well last night, offering that fancy champagne to lift Minnie's spirits after yet another draft of hers failed to get published. Alas, Minnie had drunk more than she should have, not only resulting in a terrible hangover, but in a fit of boredom had wasted all of her typewriting paper writing up a badly written fantasy. She winced as she recalled waking up to that mess. It was some of the worst writing she had ever done. Something about a handsome prince strolling into town on a tall horse, instantly smitten by a mousey little writer…

Oh well, it wasn't going to do her any good to lament about her troubles. She had bought a huge stack of paper to start fresh, and the way home wasn't terribly long. With a timid sigh, she opened her eyes, focusing on the sidewalk. As she opened her eyes, she noticed that many people on both sides of the street had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the street in awe. The men were startled, while the women appeared to be gleefully surprised, fanning themselves. Curious, Minnie weaved her way through the crowds, trying to take a peek at what was capturing their attention. She heard the beat of hooves before seeing the crowd pleaser.

There was a tall brown horse calmly walking in the middle of the street, its head held high in pride. Minnie thought this to be a funny coincidence, since in her drunken stupor she had described a horse in a similar fashion. Then she got a look at the rider, and it stopped being funny. There sat the most handsome man she had ever seen in her short life, because he was handsome in every way she had described her perfect man to be. He was dressed in black and white, with a flowing cape, the attire fit for a man of royal status. His fur and muzzle were dark, carrying an elegance and mystery to him, and his eyes shone the deepest blue, rivaling the ocean. He kindly waved to the occasional passerby, looking around as he rode forward.

Minnie kept walking, trying to keep up with him as he rode. This was impossible – everything about him was written in her story that night! The outfit, the fur, the eyes, she had had imagined it all up, and there it was, in flesh and blood. She knew she had never seen this man before in her life, so she couldn't have just written him from memory. So focused was she on this conundrum that she didn't look where she was going. This resulted in her tripping over a crack in the sidewalk and landing loudly into several trashcans.

Yelping in her shock, she fell on her back and her papers flew all around her. The mystery man was forgotten for the moment as her loss of material became more important. "No! No, no, no, get back here!" She tried to sit up and grab back what was hers, but to add even more problems, strong gusts of wind began to blow, tossing around her newly bought papers. "Nooo! I used my entire month's allowance on them!" She whined out loud, making feeble attempts to snatch her elusive papers. Not caring how she looked to anyone who saw, she jumped around in the trash, doing whatever ridiculous acts it took to get back what was hers. This included laying flat on her belly to try and snatch one that was lying on the ground.

However, a hand wearing riding gloves grabbed it first. She looked up, and now the handsome rider was in front of her, standing over her, raising his eyebrows as he held her last paper. Goodness, he was even better looking up close. Cheeks flushing, Minnie sprang to her feet, gently taking back her paper and fumbling for words. "Th-th-thank… thank you! Thank you. Very much. I was just. Um. I fell." Her arms shifted around, trying to keep steady of all the papers she had managed to collect. "So… so thank you." She smiled nervously, and then noticed something going on in his eyes.

In her spur of the moment writing the night before, she had written that the god-like prince had taken one look at the diminutive writer and fell instantly in love with her. She had gone into overly lengthy detail of how his eyes had changed as he gazed upon the petite creator, and now in reality, she could see those exact changes taking place. The widening of his eyes, the brightening of colors, then the settlement, and a calm smile gracing his face. It was terribly cliché and never happened in reality. So what was happening here and now? Minnie's mind was bending over backwards trying to find a proper explanation.

"Are ya all right?" He spoke, and Minnie almost lost her footing. The night before, her 'a' key had gotten stuck, and several times she had made the prince say 'ya' instead of 'you', one of many typos she had ignored. This was going far past the territory of coincidence, and she couldn't speak. She stared at him, mouth slightly agape, and so the prince continued to take the initiative. He reached out and softly took her hand, kissing her tiny knuckles. "My name is-"

"Prince Mickey!" She blurted without thinking, as that was what she had named him. He blinked in confusion, making it obvious that it was his name and logically she should not have known it. This was too much for her to take. "I-I mean… I…" She drew back her hand, and stumbled backwards, hitting another trash can. "I-I need to get going! I, uh, have to… to get home, and… do things."

"At least let me escort ya home." His hand touched her shoulder as she tried to turn away from him. "Ya seem ta know me so well, only fair fer me ta get ta know ya too."

"Th-That's really not necess-hey!" Her excuse was cut off as she found herself suddenly scooped up into his arms. "Wait! Wait!" In her story, the maiden had gracefully accepted his offer and the two had taken a romantic stroll around the town. In reality, Minnie was flailing and kicking in a futile attempt to get out of his grasp. "Put me down!" The townspeople watched the strange act as Minnie was carried to the horse and forced to sit on the saddle. Mickey climbed on behind her, gently putting his arms around her waist and taking the reins.

"We'll have ya home in no time." He murmured smoothly into her ear, and Minnie's heart did somersaults. Curse her own talent, she had written his voice to be as alluring and seductive better than any Casanova. Even worse, the French accent he carried was nearly intoxicating. How in the world was she going to explain this scene to her aunt? Mickey tugged the reigns, and the horse resumed its slow walk. The only thing that could make this worse was if he actually spoke French. "I didn't get yer name, mademoiselle."

Oh dammit. Had Minnie not been frightened by all of these connections to her story, she knew she would have swooned into his embrace. It was very hard to fight temptation as it was, but the coincidences were piling up and becoming impossible to ignore. "Minnie." She managed to squeak out, feeling the temperature rise on her cheeks. She could already imagine her aunt's face when they came home. What was Minnie supposed to say? 'Hello Auntie, I picked up a deliciously handsome prince who is just like what I wrote last night when I was smashed off my socks. What's for lunch?'

"That's a nice name." He rested his chin on her shoulder, and Minnie could have sworn her heart was beating speedily enough to burst out of her chest. "Say, mon petite Minnie, do ya believe in love at first sight?"

"Nope." She replied quickly, keeping her eyes right ahead. "No I don't. Nuh-uh. That kind of thing only happens in books." This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She was dreaming, that had to be it. These things just didn't happen! Her mind was at war with itself, part of her wanting to run for the hills and find logic and reasoning behind all of this madness, with the other part of her wanting to throw her papers in the air and make out with him right on his horse. Neither side was truly winning.

She shut her eyes again to concentrate. What else did she write that night? She had left the story unfinished, but she knew there was more to happen after Prince Mickey rode off with his darling writer. She had written that her aunt didn't live with her, so the writer had invited the prince into her home. They had a kindly chat, and got to know each other better. Then she had given him a tour of the house, and when they had gotten to the bedroom, they accidentally fell on her bed, gazed into each other's eyes, and…

… Uh-oh.

She jerked upwards and shrieked to high heavens. "Nooooo! No no no! Absolutely not, no!" She nearly dropped her papers again, her entire face turning scarlet as she recalled the sordid metaphors she had used to describe the paper filled passion. She couldn't do that within the first day of meeting him! She wasn't that kind of girl! But if everything else was going according to the story, what was to stop this?

Of course Mickey noticed this, and he tried to look at her face as she panicked. "Somethin' the matter?"

There was no way she could explain things to him, and she sputtered for excuses. "U-Um! I, uh… my auntie! I don't know if my auntie is home!" That could be the saving factor. When she had left that morning, her aunt was home, and hadn't made any plans to leave. Surely if she was home, the rest of the story wouldn't go according to plan.

"Huh." Mickey dismissively shrugged the matter, and resumed his head back to her shoulder. "I guess it'd be nice ta meet her." Judging by the affectionate nuzzle her gave her cheek and the dangling touching fingers around her waist, he'd prefer she wasn't home. She hadn't given him too much personality outside of loving every inch of her.

Minnie whined quietly in the back of her throat. Her headache was coming back.

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Minnie knew it wasn't smart to close her eyes as she was walking, especially since she was carrying a heavy load of paper, but the headache going on inside of her took over a lot of her common sense. She supposed her aunt had meant well last night, offering that fancy champagne to lift Minnie's spirits after yet another draft of hers failed to get published. Alas, Minnie had drunk more than she should have, not only resulting in a terrible hangover, but in a fit of boredom had wasted all of her typewriting paper writing up a badly written fantasy. She winced as she recalled waking up to that mess. It was some of the worst writing she had ever done. Something about a handsome prince strolling into town on a tall horse, instantly smitten by a mousey little writer…

Oh well, it wasn't going to do her any good to lament about her troubles. She had bought a huge stack of paper to start fresh, and the way home wasn't terribly long. With a timid sigh, she opened her eyes, focusing on the sidewalk. As she opened her eyes, she noticed that many people on both sides of the street had stopped what they were doing and were staring at the street in awe. The men were startled, while the women appeared to be gleefully surprised, fanning themselves. Curious, Minnie weaved her way through the crowds, trying to take a peek at what was capturing their attention. She heard the beat of hooves before seeing the crowd pleaser.

There was a tall brown horse calmly walking in the middle of the street, its head held high in pride. Minnie thought this to be a funny coincidence, since in her drunken stupor she had described a horse in a similar fashion. Then she got a look at the rider, and it stopped being funny. There sat the most handsome man she had ever seen in her short life, because he was handsome in every way she had described her perfect man to be. He was dressed in black and white, with a flowing cape, the attire fit for a man of royal status. His fur and muzzle were dark, carrying an elegance and mystery to him, and his eyes shone the deepest blue, rivaling the ocean. He kindly waved to the occasional passerby, looking around as he rode forward.

Minnie kept walking, trying to keep up with him as he rode. This was impossible – everything about him was written in her story that night! The outfit, the fur, the eyes, she had had imagined it all up, and there it was, in flesh and blood. She knew she had never seen this man before in her life, so she couldn't have just written him from memory. So focused was she on this conundrum that she didn't look where she was going. This resulted in her tripping over a crack in the sidewalk and landing loudly into several trashcans.

Yelping in her shock, she fell on her back and her papers flew all around her. The mystery man was forgotten for the moment as her loss of material became more important. "No! No, no, no, get back here!" She tried to sit up and grab back what was hers, but to add even more problems, strong gusts of wind began to blow, tossing around her newly bought papers. "Nooo! I used my entire month's allowance on them!" She whined out loud, making feeble attempts to snatch her elusive papers. Not caring how she looked to anyone who saw, she jumped around in the trash, doing whatever ridiculous acts it took to get back what was hers. This included laying flat on her belly to try and snatch one that was lying on the ground.

However, a hand wearing riding gloves grabbed it first. She looked up, and now the handsome rider was in front of her, standing over her, raising his eyebrows as he held her last paper. Goodness, he was even better looking up close. Cheeks flushing, Minnie sprang to her feet, gently taking back her paper and fumbling for words. "Th-th-thank… thank you! Thank you. Very much. I was just. Um. I fell." Her arms shifted around, trying to keep steady of all the papers she had managed to collect. "So… so thank you." She smiled nervously, and then noticed something going on in his eyes.

In her spur of the moment writing the night before, she had written that the god-like prince had taken one look at the diminutive writer and fell instantly in love with her. She had gone into overly lengthy detail of how his eyes had changed as he gazed upon the petite creator, and now in reality, she could see those exact changes taking place. The widening of his eyes, the brightening of colors, then the settlement, and a calm smile gracing his face. It was terribly cliché and never happened in reality. So what was happening here and now? Minnie's mind was bending over backwards trying to find a proper explanation.

"Are ya all right?" He spoke, and Minnie almost lost her footing. The night before, her 'a' key had gotten stuck, and several times she had made the prince say 'ya' instead of 'you', one of many typos she had ignored. This was going far past the territory of coincidence, and she couldn't speak. She stared at him, mouth slightly agape, and so the prince continued to take the initiative. He reached out and softly took her hand, kissing her tiny knuckles. "My name is-"

"Prince Mickey!" She blurted without thinking, as that was what she had named him. He blinked in confusion, making it obvious that it was his name and logically she should not have known it. This was too much for her to take. "I-I mean… I…" She drew back her hand, and stumbled backwards, hitting another trash can. "I-I need to get going! I, uh, have to… to get home, and… do things."

"At least let me escort ya home." His hand touched her shoulder as she tried to turn away from him. "Ya seem ta know me so well, only fair fer me ta get ta know ya too."

"Th-That's really not necess-hey!" Her excuse was cut off as she found herself suddenly scooped up into his arms. "Wait! Wait!" In her story, the maiden had gracefully accepted his offer and the two had taken a romantic stroll around the town. In reality, Minnie was flailing and kicking in a futile attempt to get out of his grasp. "Put me down!" The townspeople watched the strange act as Minnie was carried to the horse and forced to sit on the saddle. Mickey climbed on behind her, gently putting his arms around her waist and taking the reins.

"We'll have ya home in no time." He murmured smoothly into her ear, and Minnie's heart did somersaults. Curse her own talent, she had written his voice to be as alluring and seductive better than any Casanova. Even worse, the French accent he carried was nearly intoxicating. How in the world was she going to explain this scene to her aunt? Mickey tugged the reigns, and the horse resumed its slow walk. The only thing that could make this worse was if he actually spoke French. "I didn't get yer name, mademoiselle."

Oh dammit. Had Minnie not been frightened by all of these connections to her story, she knew she would have swooned into his embrace. It was very hard to fight temptation as it was, but the coincidences were piling up and becoming impossible to ignore. "Minnie." She managed to squeak out, feeling the temperature rise on her cheeks. She could already imagine her aunt's face when they came home. What was Minnie supposed to say? 'Hello Auntie, I picked up a deliciously handsome prince who is just like what I wrote last night when I was smashed off my socks. What's for lunch?'

"That's a nice name." He rested his chin on her shoulder, and Minnie could have sworn her heart was beating speedily enough to burst out of her chest. "Say, mon petite Minnie, do ya believe in love at first sight?"

"Nope." She replied quickly, keeping her eyes right ahead. "No I don't. Nuh-uh. That kind of thing only happens in books." This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She was dreaming, that had to be it. These things just didn't happen! Her mind was at war with itself, part of her wanting to run for the hills and find logic and reasoning behind all of this madness, with the other part of her wanting to throw her papers in the air and make out with him right on his horse. Neither side was truly winning.

She shut her eyes again to concentrate. What else did she write that night? She had left the story unfinished, but she knew there was more to happen after Prince Mickey rode off with his darling writer. She had written that her aunt didn't live with her, so the writer had invited the prince into her home. They had a kindly chat, and got to know each other better. Then she had given him a tour of the house, and when they had gotten to the bedroom, they accidentally fell on her bed, gazed into each other's eyes, and…

… Uh-oh.

She jerked upwards and shrieked to high heavens. "Nooooo! No no no! Absolutely not, no!" She nearly dropped her papers again, her entire face turning scarlet as she recalled the sordid metaphors she had used to describe the paper filled passion. She couldn't do that within the first day of meeting him! She wasn't that kind of girl! But if everything else was going according to the story, what was to stop this?

Of course Mickey noticed this, and he tried to look at her face as she panicked. "Somethin' the matter?"

There was no way she could explain things to him, and she sputtered for excuses. "U-Um! I, uh… my auntie! I don't know if my auntie is home!" That could be the saving factor. When she had left that morning, her aunt was home, and hadn't made any plans to leave. Surely if she was home, the rest of the story wouldn't go according to plan.

"Huh." Mickey dismissively shrugged the matter, and resumed his head back to her shoulder. "I guess it'd be nice ta meet her." Judging by the affectionate nuzzle her gave her cheek and the dangling touching fingers around her waist, he'd prefer she wasn't home. She hadn't given him too much personality outside of loving every inch of her.

Minnie whined quietly in the back of her throat. Her headache was coming back.