| Fan Fiction |
by fairy219
Congratulation, Marco. You have once again successfully made a fool out of yourself.
***
“Wow, Irene. I certainly didn’t see that coming,” he tells me.
I cannot guess from his expression whether he’s angry or not. “I…I understand if you’re angry with me…”
“Why would I be angry? You have all the right to love whomever you like.”
“So…you’re okay with it?” I ask, hopeful. Maybe there’s still a chance that we can still be friends. I mean, I enjoy his company but making him my boyfriend will not be fair to him since I still have feelings for Michael.
***
Honestly, I’m not okay. How can I be okay when the girl I fancy tells me that she loves someone else? But what choice have I got? If I walk out now, I’ll lose her forever while if I stay by her side, there’s still a possibility that I can win her heart.
I smile. “Didn’t I tell you I don’t give up easily?”
She nods.
“Well, as long as you still enjoy my company, I’ll stick around,” I say.
“But you might end up getting hurt,” she says.
I take her hand and place it on my chest. “I have a strong heart.”
She smiles. It’s good to see her smile again. I’m now more determined than ever to make her happy and to not let anyone make her cry again.
***
Oh God, he’s so adorable. Why can’t I be obsessed with him the way I’m obsessed with Michael? He’s sweet and nice and perfect.
***
For a moment we just stare into each other’s eyes. Despite what she said about still loving that guy, I still have a strong feeling I have a good chance of winning her. All the signs are there: she doesn’t dislike me, she enjoys my company, and she’s comfortable around me.
“So, you don’t mind me hanging around?” I ask.
She opens her mouth to answer but all I hear is a growling sound.
***
Oops. I cover my noisy stomach with my hand hoping Marco doesn’t hear it. But I guess it’s no use because he’s now laughing.
“I take that as a yes,” he teases.
“It’s passed lunch time,” I reason.
He laughs again and takes a seat next to me. “Yeah, you better eat.”
I take a bite of my sandwich. Yumm. I just realise I’m starving.
I see Marco taking out the pack of shortbread and put one piece in his mouth.
“Mmh…this is as good as the chocolate chips. Very hard to decide which one I like better.”
“So you like the chocolate chips?” I ask.
He nods. “I do. Very much. I remember now why I didn’t eat them last time.”
“Why?” I ask curiously.
“Uhmmh…nah. I’m embarrassed,” he replies.
“Oh come on,” I poke his waist. “Tell me.”
“Well………”
“Well?”
“Well…..you said….you used to make them for Michael.”
“So?” I don’t get it.
“Never mind,” he stuffs one more piece of shortbread into his mouth. “Finish your lunch first.”
“Nooo, tell me,” I tug the sleeve of his shirt. “Tell tell tell.”
“No no no.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m embarrassed.”
“I’ve never seen you embarrassed. Come on!”
“You little meanie!” he pinches my nose.
I stick my tongue at him in return.
--oOo--
The emotional roller coaster I went through today with Michael and Marco makes me forget about my other problem – the boyfriend one.
When I get home, everyone I met in the corridor, from my father to the maid who’s mopping the floor asks me about my-boyfriend-whose-name-is-Marco. And the more I open my mouth, the more information I give away about Marco, like the colour of his hair and how tall he is, which is really dangerous because now my option of guys to bring along is getting narrower and narrower.
Maybe I should just ask Marco. Maybe I should just tell him the truth. But will Marco still hang around with me when he finds out who I really am? Will he freak out if he knows I’m a princess?
Arrgh, thinking about this stress me out. I turn on my computer and starts working on my poster. Designing usually makes me forget about all problems. Maybe tomorrow everyone will magically forget that I’ve ever mentioned about a boyfriend.
Yeah.
--oOo--
It didn’t work. I mean the whole working-on-my-poster-hoping-people-will-magically-forget-tomorrow thing. Everyone still remembers about my “boyfriend”. This morning for example, Leila woke me up with this: “Marco’s here! Get up and take a shower! QUICK!” It made me immediately hopped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom with a lightning speed. When the icy water touched my skin, it jolted my brain cells and I realised I’ve been tricked.
Jeez.
When I got out of the shower, Leila was all grinning and giggling. She said, “that was an easy battle.” According to her, waking me up in the morning is like going to war.
If it wasn’t because she was so much bigger than me, I would have tackled her down, sat on her, and threatened to strangle her until she admitted defeat.
Now I’m really grumpy. Waking up in a state of shock is the easiest way to ruin my mood. I feel like my precious sleep has been robbed away from me.
I don’t feel like talking or meeting anyone today – thanks to Leila – so I hide in the library. I find a quiet spot and catch some nap in between my classes.
When you’re a princess like me, hanging out when you’re in a bad mood is disastrous to your reputation because wherever you go, there’ll be people who say hello, how are you, even if you think you don’t know them. And as a royalty, we’re supposed to be polite and always friendly and smiling. When you’re grumpy like I am now, all you want to do is tell those people, ‘go away and get lost’.
So walking around is bad and hiding is good which is what I’m doing right now.
Whew, TGIF – Thank God It’s Friday – though. At least tomorrow I can sleep in.
And oh, this is my last week of grounding. Yay. Starting from Monday, I’m free! Hah.
***
Today I submitted my thesis proposal to the research office. What a relieve. I know I know, it’s just a proposal but it was hard work. I really don’t know how I would manage the real thing. But my father said we should never give up before we try so I’m going to give my best shot at it. Beside, if I can’t handle a master thesis, how on earth am I going to run a country?
I knock at my supervisor’s door.
“Come in,” I hear him says.
I pop my head in. “It’s submitted,” I report.
“Excellent,” he says happily. He then checks the clock in his office. “Let’s go for coffee. We can discuss about your next step.”
I nearly roll my eyes. I just finish one task and he’s already thinking about the next one? But that’s what makes him such a good professor and supervisor. He gives clear direction and he’ll never let you slack around. He makes sure his students are never behind schedule.
“Sure, why not,” I reply.
We go to the same coffee place where I first touch Irene’s hand. But of course we don’t sit under the big tree. We simply grab a table near the coffee cart.
“You seem to be smiling a lot lately, Marco,” my supervisor suddenly comments.
“Huh?”
“You’re smiling a lot,” he repeats. “Are you in love or something?”
“What?”
He shakes his head and mumbles, “young people.”
I raise my eyebrows. Am I really smiling that much that my supervisor notices? This is embarrassing.
“Anyway, about your thesis…,” he starts giving me ideas and directions on what I should do next.
I try my best to listen to every word he says but sometimes my mind does drift to Irene. Gosh, I can’t stop thinking about her.
I look at my supervisor in the eyes as he's talking to me as I usually do. However, suddenly a figure catches my eyes. On my further right, the guy who makes Irene cries so many times is sitting on a table with a girl. They’re touching and giggling. I assume she must be his girlfriend. So they’ve reconciled already. I wonder if Irene knows. I hope she’s okay. I hope she’s not somewhere crying over this.
“Marco, are you listening?”
I startle. “Yes, yes, I am.”
“You seem distracted. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, everything’s alright. I’m sorry.”
He once again shakes his head. This time I really never take my eyes off him again. I take out a notebook and a pen and write down everything he says. This way, I don’t easily get distracted.
Once our coffee session’s over, I try to ring Irene. But I get no reply. I go to the School of Creative Arts Building but she’s not there. I try the cafeteria and all the coffee shops around the campus, but no sign of her.
Finally I see Jerry, one of Irene’s “cousins” talking to his mouth piece. When he sees me, he quickly hides both the mouth and ear piece. I guess he’s afraid they’ll give away his real “identity”.
“Jerry,” I call. “Have you seen Irene around?”
“Cousin Irene is inside the library,” he tells me.
“Which floor?”
“Third.”
“Thanks!” I wave him goodbye.
I can’t really wait for the extremely old and slow lift to take me to the third floor so I take the stairs.
Thanks to her bodyguard, it’s easy to find her because Tom is a big guy and he’s always hanging around her.
When I approach them, Tom indicates to me to be quiet. “Her Hi…I mean Cousin Irene’s sleeping.”
My eyes widen. “Sleeping? Here?”
He nods and points to a corner where I can see this little girl with her head on the table and her eyes closed.
“Is she alright?” I ask.
Tom nods. “Just sleepy. As usual.”
I can’t help but smile. “What a sleepy head.”
Although he doesn’t say anything, Tom seems to agree with my remark.
I take a seat next to her and wait for her to get up. She looks really cute when she sleeps.
After a few minutes looking at her, I’m so tempted to take her in my arms. So I pull my chair closer to her and gently pull the top half of her body and carefully rest his head on my shoulder. This way she won’t have a back-ache when she gets up.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of closeness. I hope she won’t be mad when she finds herself in my arms.
***
Mmh, how come the table suddenly feels soft? With my eyes still closed I shift my head a little to find a better spot. Hmm…this feels warm, too.
ZzzzZzz
***
I’m amazed at her ability to sleep anywhere and anytime. She sifted her head slightly just now but she seems to be fast asleep.
***
I’m walking into a bakery. Whoa colourful cookies everywhere. Mrs Kline is standing behind the counter. She offers me a plate of cookie sampler. Yumm….I reach for one and put it in my mouth…..
Suddenly I choke.
***
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Irene’s suddenly coughing. I grab my bottle of water and offer her some. “Here, drink some water.”
She opens her eyes halfway and gulps down the water. She hands the bottle back to me and closes her eyes again.
My my. Does she even realise that I’m here?
***
Now where was I? Bakery…cookies. I quickly try to reconstruct the image of the bakery and the cookie platter…but I can’t remember the exact details. The one I try to picture doesn’t seem to be as nice as the one just now.
Arrgh.
I decide to stretch my body. Maybe it’s time to get up and eat some real cookies.
***
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I greet her when she finally decides to get up.
She turns her head to me in one shift movement and squints.
I smile at her. “Remember me?”
“Marco! What are you doing here?”
Hah! Finally.
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A/N: Finally I updated! Terribly sorry for the delay. But I'm back! Love you all!
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