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"Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?"
Sometimes, you'll meet someone so unexpected that everything you thought you know about yourself will tumble down like a zamboni being pushed downhill.
That's the case of two fellow teenage boys:
Alexander Gabriel Fox-Claremont-Diaz, 17 years old, son of Henry and Alex, he's a perfect mix of the two, he has Henry's blond hair, but inherited the Latino curls, he's also fair skinned with the height of 6'1.
Currently he's looking for an escape, an escape from the crowds because they drain his energy like some parasitic succubines.
He needed to breathe.
But as he walks out of the the venue, much to his dismay, he bumps into someone.
"Ow!" Said a voice that lack the British accent.
And when Xander looks again, he sees the most pulchritudinous boy he ever saw.
Sandy blond locks that curls in the right ways, freckles adorning his face like stars, the way he dresses...
The boy knows how to make a statement.
And those blue eyes... God, those blue ocean eyes.
He can drown in those eyes and beg not to be saved.
"Uh..." Is the first thing that came out of his mouth.
The blond looked at Xander slightly confused before his mind clicked.
"Wait... Prince Xander?" The boy looked at him incredulously.
That snapped him out of the trance.
Nolan Dimitri Hollander-Rozanov, 17 year old eldest child of Shane Hollander-Rozanov and Ilya Rozanov, Hockey? Not really his thing, although he's a fan of the sports, he leans into Figure Skating and Ballet more.
For others, he's just another nepo baby from two hockey legends.
For his dads, he's their baby boy. (Mind you, he's a teenager.)
But for him, he's just regular old Nolan who likes to skate and do performative shit on stage.
So imagine the shock he was in when he bumped into Xander.
He was, in a way, feeling like an ant in front of the other boy before him.
I mean the boy is royalty, and Nolan is what? Just a peasant? Xander probably doesn't even watch hockey.
Jesus Christ he's rambling in his head again.
"Uhh... Are you okay?" Nolan spoke quickly.
"Uh, yeah, I'm good." Xander said.
Both boys stared at each other for a solid minute.
Nolan was the first to snap out of it.
"Uhh, sorry, I'm Nolan by the way." He reached out a hand.
"Nolan..." Xander tests the name on his tongue. "Nice to meet you." He shook the outstretched hand.
"I'm—" But before he could finish he was interrupted.
"Prince Xander, I know." Nolan finished. "Kinda famous, I'm honored to be graced by royalty tonight."
Nolan gave a nervous smile.
"Oh, so... Where are you from?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm from Ottawa." He said.
"Oh... A Canuck." Xander spoke, amused. "What brings you here in New York?"
"Social call." He said. "My dad's brought me along."
Xander nods in understanding.
"Who are your dads?" He asks.
"Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov." He said, to which made Xander's eyes wide.
Xander knows hockey, he watches them with his Uncle Pez and Auntie Nora.
"You're their kid?" He asks still in slight disbelief.
"You don't realize? I'm basically their mini-me." He said as gave a chuckle.
Xander's eyes are practically having hearts on them.
"Well, sorry, I'm kinda all over the place right now." He chuckled nervously.
"It's alright." He said.
There was brief silence between the two before Xander spoke out something that might've sealed their fate.
"Wanna get out of here?"
And Nolan agreed.
They were now outside the venue, walking along the beautiful hotel garden, just looking into the stars and the bright full moon.
"You know, you're not as what you are as when you were told in the magazines." Nolan was the first one to break the ice.
"I only gave them the surface of what I am." Xander responded with a shrug.
"It's nice isn't it?" Nolan spoke out loud.
"What?" Xander asked, confused about the statement.
"The silence, just us walking... Nothing noisy until midnight strikes." Nolan gives the prince a lopsided grin.
Xander only gave a soft laugh.
"Yeah... It is nice." He said. "We should do this more often."
Nolan raised an eyebrow.
Xander began to stammer, and then turn beet red. "I-I-I-I-I mean... You know... We hang out and uh- stuff..."
Nolan only gave him a chuckle. "Man, you're so awkward dude, did you get that from Prince Henry?" He teased.
Xander scoffed, feigning offense. "Excuse me, I would like you to know, my dad is very honorable." He huffed out.
"Okay, I believe you." Nolan responded.
Then it was replaced with a comfortable silence between the two.
Just two boys looking for an escape from the people.
"So... What is it like having two hockey legends as dads." Xander asked.
"Taxing." Nolan blatantly said.
"Very straightforward of him." Xander thought.
"Hm, that bad huh?" Xander asked, acting a little nonchalant.
"Eh, I mean it's fine most of the time, at least the paparazzi isn't as much as brutal as before." He shrugs.
"Can relate." Xander said passively.
"Well we all have our 'somethings' in life." Nolan responded while looking into the night sky.
They walked for another minute before he stops and looks at Xander.
The other boy rose a brow.
"Maybe we can hang out again soon, maybe somewhere private?" Nolan asked, ears getting a little red.
"Oh? Sure." Xander gave a soft smile, not the camera smile he usually sports, but a boyish normal kid smile.
Nolan visibly lit up.
"Can I get your number?"
And they exchanged numbers.
And after the new year's, they hung out... Over and over again, in secret.
Until their dads found out... Through the news.
"Royal family member Prince Xander seen with Nolan Hollander-Rozanov leave Rockefeller Center Rink"
They got a lot of explaining to do...
But that's a story for another time.