A/N: Hey! This isn't 'A Son For A King II' I'm still working on that one actually. I will post the sequel soon and it will still be my final multi-chapter fanfic...or will it? *shrugs* Until then, I hope you all enjoy my version of 'The Princess And The Frog' titled 'The Prince And The Waitress' (Very original title *sarcasms*). I kept some of the feel of the movie in this story but just a little because they will NOT be turning into frogs on here. I also made Louis and Ray human here. A year ago when I was writing this I didn't have too much confidence in it so I 'shelved it' until today. So let me know what you think of it! I do not own Disney or PATF. Enjoy!

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The Prince And The Waitress

The Great Crescent City

Tiana yawned as the streetcar rode closer to her destination at Duke's. It was basically the same routine for her everyday, work a few hours at Duke's, go back home to rest for a few more hours, prepare dinner for herself and her mother and off to her night-shift at Cals, which got reduced to her working for five night instead of every night due to budget cuts in staff and hours. So twice a week she would work as a waitress or cook at another a place called 'Jeune et Riche', a popular jazz night club for the young and rich. Having three jobs was a lot of work, but at the end she knew it would all be worth it once she have enough to buy the old sugar mill and transform it to her dream restaurant.

Once the streetcar stopped at her destination, Tiana quickly closed her cookbook, just as a gentleman tried to swoon her with a single rose. She didn't pay him any mind as she stepped got off the vehicle and bump into a band before walking into the diner.

"Good morning, Tiana!" Called out a very handsome and muscular Charles, one of the other cooks at the diner.

"Good morning, Charles." Said a tired Tiana who went to wash her hands. "Where's Stanley?"

Charles was about to answer until he saw the man pacing out of his office.

"Ya late!" Said Stanley, the heavyset man practically shoved the small notebook in her hand. "The bossman himself Mr. Duke will be stoppin' by later." He told her. "Now go do ya job and serve those customers!" He ordered before heading back in his office.

Tiana looked over at Charles who shook his head. "That's Stanley for ya."

"I'm almost there." She had to remind herself before obliging the man's stern order.

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Naveen grew impatient as the ship was getting set up for him and the other guests aboard to finally step off and hit the New Orleans soil. He couldn't wait to finally experience his dream city and live it up as he intended to. If only he could take off his uniform just so he could properly play his ukulele. 'Why not take this stiff suit off?' He thought to himself. "Hey Lawrence! Here you go!" He began unbuttoning his uniform and threw it at the short stubby man.

The valet took the uniform from his face and frowned. "Sire, we will stepping off the ship shortly and just a little reminder of the real reason why you're here-

"Yeah, yeah…" Naveen didn't want to hear Laurence's lecture on his intended reason of coming to New Orleans. All that's on his mind was to have fun and lots of it.

"Bye Naveen." Two women waved at him as they walked on by.

"Good bye ladies." Naveen wiggled his eyebrows and the girls swooned. He chuckled at his simple ability to make girls all over the world melt over him.

Lawrence then cleared his throat, trying to catch the prince's attention as he picked up the luggage. "Once we make it to the LaBouff estate-

"Achidonza!" Naveen cut him off just as he saw the gate open up at the exit, meaning that he could finally leave the ship! "I'm free!"

"Sire!" Lawrence unsuccessfully tried to keep up with the prince but right on his face along with the princes' things.

Once Naveen made it down the last step, he shouted. "Finally! I am in New Orleans!"

"Oh Prince Naveen..."

He heard the sound of women and turned to see some fangirls giving him lustful gazes.

While struggling to carry the prince' things down the stairs, Lawrence found the prince surrounded by young women, anxious to get a piece of the young royal.

"Where have you beautiful ladies been all of my life?" Naveen wiggled his eyebrows. The women swooned.

Lawrence threw Naveen's thing in the back of a car, curtsey of Eli LaBouff before racing over to the prince. "Sire, a car is waiting for you-

"I'll walk there!" He said without leaving his eyes on the girls and pulling out his ukulele before playing it. "You like music, yes?"

The women all fanned themselves.

"Ah yes..." Naveen widely grinned. "This i where I belong. With all of you beautiful women, no?"

A ginger hair woman grabbed his right arm while a brunette grabbed his right. Two blondes grabbed his legs while looking up at him. All giving him the admiration he deserves.

"But wouldn't you like to meet your future fiancée?" Lawrence tried pointing out.

"Eh." Naveen shrugged while looking at the swooning fangirls. "I can do that much later. I have some fans to…play with." He wiggled his eyebrows again.

The girls all moaned. "Oh Prince Naveen..."

"But your majesty, you must get in the car! I'm sure Charlotte LaBouff is awaiting your arrival at this moment!"

Naveen ignored the man as he continued playing his ukulele for the fans, but quickly noticed a jazz band approaching. He took off his hat. "Pardon me, beauties." He quickly got out of their holds, causing the mall to fall. "I'll be back for you later!" He played his way over to the band—instantly getting in the mood to dance.

Lawrence sighed, not even noticing Mr. LaBouff and Charlotte getting into their own car and riding off until he heard someone mentioning the name. The car that was for them followed the LaBouff car and before the short man could call at the driver it was much too far for him to even attempt to do such a thing. Lawrence grew frustrated and moved his eyes back to the irresponsible prince.

"Sire!" He shouted.

Naveen and a young boy danced as a crowd surrounded them. He felt as if his life was finally on track, he was in a party town where he could easily get access to any girl he wanted, judging by how willing they are toward him. Then there's the amazing music, and...food.

'Food?' He thought as his stomach growled.

Lawrence, out of breath caught up with the prince. "Sire, we must leave…" the valet then frowned when he saw the crowd slowly dying down to continue on their way. "…commoners." He mumbled.

"My people!" Naveen corrected, leaning on the man. "Say, I'm starving let's go grab something to…" He scanned around until his eyes fell upon a young woman with a yellow dress. "...Eat." He finished while his eyes started at her legs which weren't showing much, but from he could see they looked smooth enough for him the run his hands up and down with. Then her derrière was the next that caught his eyes, it was round, very squeezable, quite slap-able, if she'd let him. Next was her waist, he never seen one as small as hers, perhaps the hips was what made it appeared that way. Then came her breasts, he had a hard time to compare with the other women since her back was just facing him. He needed a closer look and it seemed as if she heard him because she turned to push a chair in. He nodded in approval and her face was definitely impressive, even with the simple ponytail she had her hair in. She was beautiful. Very beautiful and definitely his type.

"I'm suddenly in the mood for some...chocolate." Naveen evilly grinned, walking in the direction this mysterious 'yellow dress girl' was heading.

Lawrence followed the prince's gaze and sighed. "Sire, there's no time for such…" He stopped when he realized the prince was heading right into the diner. He ran after him. "Sire!"

Naveen stepped into the small restaurant to get a closer look at the woman who caught his attention. He took a seat right by the window as he kept watching. This time she was serving a male customer. 'I could easily swoon her in my arms.' He arrogant mind calculated as she slipped the order note on the counter.

"Hey waitress!" Naveen called out, pounding the table a couple of times.

Tiana turned to see the man and could already tell that he was one of sheer arrogance. So she made her way over to him, pulling out her small notebook. "Goodmorning sir, what you would like this morning?"

"You." He wiggled eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes and remained calm. Very aware of his kind. "I meant edible."

"You look edible." He flirted as Lawrence sat across from him.

She sighed. "Look miser-

"That's Naveen, prince of Maldonia to you." He cut her off and took a hold of her hand. "You have such soft hands for a waitress."

Charles witnessed the whole scene and grew furious. So he decided to step in.

Tiana snatched her hand away.

"Now why are you shy? I don't bite." Naveen flirted.

"Is there a problem here?" Asked Charles, angrily looking down at Naveen with his nostril flared.

Tiana rolled her eyes in annoyance. She hated when Charles would try to 'save' her from 'harm'. "No, there isn't anything-

"Because it looks to like this fellow was coming on to you?" The muscular man gave Naveen a dirty gaze.

"We were only having some fun. Isn't that right, waitress?" Naveen winked at her.

Tiana was disgusted and angered by both men. For Charles stepping in to the unnecessary rescue as he would always do and this Prince…Naveen for being an arrogant pig. "I can fight my own battles, Charles." Tiana stepped in front of the man and gave the prince a stern look before asking. "Is there anything you like to eat? Would you like beignets-

"Yes, I would love some...beignets!" Naveen wasn't sure what that meant but if it would get the dark muscular man out of his presence, he was all for these 'beignets'.

She then turned to Charles, looking up at him. "Shouldn't you be worrying about who's cooking those eggs?"

"I could always make more eggs." He pointed out.

"Well I guess I'll just turn them off before getting the beignets your were suppose to help take out of the pot for me." She said before going back into the kitchen.

Naveen rested his hands behind his head and gave the man a humoured grin.

"What are you grinnin' for?" Charles scowled.

Lawrence grew very nervous and cowardly lowered himself under the table.

Naveen didn't find the man intimidating at all while he stood and faced him with the with same humour expression. "You don't seem like a very friendly person."

Charles clenched his fists just as Tiana went between the two men.

"Here's ya beignets." She placed the plate onto the table. Charles stepped away to return to his cooking station.

Naveen sat back down and cut his eyes at Tiana and nodded before taking a bite of the pastry. His eyes grew big at the flavour. "Mmm…this is deliciousia!"

Tiana was about to thank him but was interrupted by Charles, "You sure ya'll be alright, Tiana?" She rolled her eyes and waved her hand at him before going to an vacant table and picking up the used plates.

The prince looked back at Charles who grunted and gave him a warning gaze before making more eggs.

Naveen chuckled at the man before returning his eyes back to the waitress. "Who made these?" He asked her, taking another bite.

"I did." Tiana answered, taking plates from another table before heading into the icebox.

"Very impressive." He said and looked under the table at his very spooked valet. "You got to try these beignets, Lawrence. These is achidonza!"

Lawrence was cowardly shaking under the table and shook his head 'no'.

Naveen chuckled, taking another bite just Tiana placed a glass of milk on the table before going to another customer.

Naveen smiled at her warm gesture before washing the sweet pastry down with the beverage. He sighed. "Just what I needed."

He was still a man on a mission and the first thing he had to know was her name.

"Sire, when are we leaving?" Asked Lawrence.

"In a second." Naveen said, getting up and going over to where the 'yellow dress beauty' was, and that was by the counter. "Excuse me, waitress?"

She turned to look at the prince. "May I help you?"

He leaned on the counter trying to give her his best macho look. "I was about to leave and I couldn't help but to-

"You want your bill?" She pulled out her notebook and wrote the amount before handing him the piece of paper. "Just leave your amount at the table and I'll get it from there."

Naveen raised an eyebrow and stood back up. "Oh, well—I was actually going to ask-

"Excuse me." Tiana cut him off when she saw a new customer sitting at a nearby table.

'I guess there's always the next visit.' The prince said before returning to his table and leaving the right amount on the table. He gave her one last look and left an additional tip before leaving the restaurant with Lawrence not too far behind.

"Sire…" Lawrence caught up with the prince. "We really need to get to the LaBouff estate."

"Alright, alright…" Naveen groaned in annoyance. He then stopped and realize that he didn't know where the estate was located. "Where is it?" And also noticed the lack of luggage his valet was holding. "And where are my things?"

Lawrence shook his head. "In the car that was provided for us."

Naveen gave his valet an annoyed glance. "And where exactly is this car, Fatman?"

"It drove off...hey!" Lawrence frowned and watched the prince as he was soon surrounded by fangirls.

"Which one of you beauties will give me the directions to the LaBouff estate?" He asked the women.

"Oh me!" Said a blonde.

"No me! I live near by!" Said a brunette.

"No me!" More women shouted and a couple of them began fighting.

Naveen chuckled. "Ladies! There's plenty of me to go around...yes?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Lawrence sighed. "If only he knew how hard life really is." He said to himself.

Tiana finally made it over to where the table the prince was sitting at and picked up his amount. She also retrieved his tip by putting it in her apron pocket before returning to another table to another customer. His visit was the most interesting she's ever encountered. She would usually have to deal with the arrogant flirts during her night shifts at Cals.

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Once she made it back home later that day she pulled out all of her tips before and them in a glass jar. One of the many containers that held in her tips and pay. On her busiest days she would get between one to three dollars, this was unfortunately one of the slower mornings so she knew not to expect much. So as she fell back onto her bed and rested her hands on her apron pocket she felt paper in it. She put her hand in her pocket and gasped when she realized that it was a dollar bill...a one hundred dollar bill at that.

"No, this can't be what I think it is."

So she sat up to see if her eyes were deceiving her but much to her astonishment it was indeed a one hundred dollar bill. Only three people tipped her that morning and already knew that two of the tippers to be very cheap. That could only mean...

"That prince gave me a one hundred dollar tip for two beignets and a glass of milk?" Tiana's shocked look then turned into a smile as she looked up at her father's army portrait. She kissed her two fingers and placed them on the portrait. "Don't you worry, daddy. We'll be there soon."

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