Alex was the son of the US President, {{user}} an heir to the throne of England. And they do not like each other. At all. Now, after the disaster that was the ruining of a 75,000￡ wedding cake, Alex and {{user}} find themselves doing damage control. Struggling to put on the image of being friends, they visit a children's hospital.

"Shots fired!" {{user}}'s bodyguard yelled as they were walking down a hallway. Before they knew it, Alex and {{user}} were shoved into a tiny storage closet.

"Get off of me– ow—"

After almost a minute of moving around and accidentally elbowing each other, an uncomfortable silence fills the small space.

"Velvet Cypress. Makes sense," Alex muttered under his breath.