| Fan Fiction |
by fairy219
Maybe I should run away now. Yeah, good idea...on three...one...two...hang on...what's that? Student card???
I glance at the small card he shows me. That's no secret agent ID. I also have one of that.
I look up. Now that I have a good look at him, he doesn't have the look of a secret agent. In fact he seems nervous. Secret agents don't get nervous. Even if they are, they won't show it.
But why is he showing me his student card?
"Marco Polo" I read. His name is Marco Polo???? I almost giggle. It reminds me of the game I played with my brothers when we were little. You know the one that you go 'Marco!' and then the others would yell 'Polo!'
But I shouldn't mock people's name. It's not nice. Plus Marco Polo was the name of the great explorer.
“I study in University of Westralia. Here’s my student card,” he says.
When he sees I’m just staring at him, he quickly withdraws his student card. “So yeah, would you like to come with me?”
I look around. My bodyguards haven’t found me. I’m not in the mood to call them to fetch me. After all how could they lose me? Okay, I ran away, but they shouldn’t have let me run away.
So maybe taking a lift from this guy won’t be a bad idea. He seems to be a nice person. And not everyday you get to meet someone named Marco Polo. Hehehe…
The guy looks confused when I giggled so I quickly put on a straight face. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”
“Great!” he grins. “Let’s go then!”
I follow him outside the bar.
“Wait for me here,” he tells me, “I’ll get my bicycle.”
“Okay,” I reply automatically. Wait. What? Did he just say bicycle?
Yep, he did say bicycle. He comes out from the alley on the side of the bar pushing a bike.
“A bike?” I ask.
He nods. “Hop on!” he says as if it’s something that I do everyday. Okay, here’s the truth. I’m scared of bike. I broke my arms once when I first learnt how to ride a bike. Since then I stayed clear from any two wheels vehicle. I rather ride a horse.
“Come on,” Marco says when he sees me just standing there staring at him.
“Uhm…well…I…”
“What’s wrong?” he asks. Should I tell him that I’m scared? No, no way. It’s embarrassing. I’ll just be brave and hop on. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.
Slowly I approach the back seat of the bike. Should I sit sideway? No, that’ll throw off the balance. Prone to accident. I’ll just sit normally. I lifted my skirt a little and hop on.
“Ready?” Marco asks.
“As ready as I can be,” I grasp the back of the saddle. When Marco starts pedalling I start to freak out. When he increases the speed I start screaming “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!” I feel like I’m about to fall! The bike in unstable! I panic. “STOP STOP STOP!” I yelled.
“What’s wrong?” Marco grasps the hand break and stops pedalling. He hops down and checks on me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m okay!” I quickly reply although I’m still sitting straight on the bike with my hand clutching the saddle.
“You don’t look okay…”
“I’m okay, I’m okay. Still alive.”
Marco scratches his head. “Are you scared?”
“No, I’m not.” I shake my head.
“You’re scared.” Okay, he knows. Must be obvious, huh?
“Yes, I am!” I admit. No use lying now.
Marco laughs.
“It’s not funny!” I protest.
He hops on to the bike again. “Give me your hands,” he says.
I slowly let go of the saddle and stretch my arms along the side of his body. He grabs my hands and put it around his waist. “Hold tight. You’ll be fine.” The he starts pedalling. “I’ll go slow.”
“Thank you,” I express my gratitude.
Marco drops me at the front gate of St Anne. “Thanks again,” I say.
“No worries at all,” he smiles. Whoa. Somehow his smile reminds me of Michael. “It’s nice to meet you, Irene.”
“Irene?” he calls again because I'm not responding.
“Yes yes! It’s nice to meet you, too, Marco…” Polo, I add in my heart.
“See you around!” he says as he pedals away.
“See you!” I wave.
--oOo--
“Your Highness! Where have you been? We looked for you everywhere!” My welcome committee, I mean my bodyguards, have waited for me in front of my dorm room.
“I look for you everywhere, too but you were nowhere to be found!” I pretend to be upset. “I had to take a lift from stranger because of that!” I fake a sob.
“But Your Highness, we tried to call you!”
Oops.
“Uhm, my cell phone is dead. Forgot to recharge,” I reason.
“You could have waited for us near the car!”
“Whatever! I’m safe now, right?” I’m getting tired of their nagging. “Can I get inside now, please? It’s getting cold.”
They quickly move away from the door. “Thanks. Good night, Tom, good night Jerry.” I slam the door in front of them.
“Good night, Princess,” I hear them reply.
--oOo--
I take out the piece of paper Marco gave me and lie on my queen size bed. This is what it says:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Irene (heart) Michael
But
Michael (heart) Sarah
Why why why?
Sarah | Irene
Blonde | Dark brown
170 cm | 165 cm when wearing 12cm high heels.
Big boobs | Uhm…not so big…but beautiful!
Blue eyes | Uhm…not so blue…okay brown!
Long legs | Obviously not! Can’t have long legs when you’re only 153cm
Model like body | Can’t have model like body when you’re only 153 cm
Tanned | Pale
A doctor to be | uhmm….
Smart | Creative
Elegant all the time | Only elegant at certain occasion
A commoner | A princess
Okay, I obviously lose to Sarah from any angle.
Hmm. Hang on. Maybe it’s not that. Now that I think about it Sarah has a lot of similarity to Michael. Maybe that’s why Michael likes her? What the hell happen to opposite attract????
I don’t understand Michael. I had given so many hints that he’s the one I want to marry! Examples:
“Michael, I want to marry a commoner.”
“Japanese princess had just married a commoner. I want to be like her.”
“I think doctor is cool.”
“I’d love to have a doctor husband.”
“My parents say I should start looking for a husband.”
“My dream guy is someone like you.”
“Michael, will you marry me?”
Yes, I did ask if he would marry me! Garrgghh!!! But he thought I was joking! I was embarrassed so I said yes, I was joking.
Hmm. But Michael also gave several hints that he didn’t want to marry me. Examples:
“I think you should marry within the royal circle.”
“I wonder if the husband of the Japanese Princess feels guilty that because of him, the princess loses her royal status.”
“Being a doctor requires hard work and commitment. Can’t play all the times. I need a wife who’s not demanding of my time.”
“My dream girl…I don’t know…”
“You don’t want to marry me. You just want to marry any commoner. You’re just too obsessed with royal-commoner stories.”
Hmm. Maybe Michael doesn’t want to be with me because I’m a princess!!!
That must be it! He doesn’t want to be with a princess. He’s worried that a princess wife will be demanding of his time. He’s worried that if I marry him my family will disown me.
Oh gosh. How could I not notice? He doesn’t know that my parents will never disown me because I marry him. My family is not so strict like that. And if I marry him he doesn’t have to always attend royal functions! He can just say he’s busy. My parents would understand.
Jeez. I should have told him all these. But now it’s too late. He’s with Sarah now…
Stupid stupid dumb silly Irene!
The next time I like a commoner, I will NOT tell that I’m a princess until we’re officially committed to each other. When we’re so in love already, I’m sure he won’t mind the fact that I’m a princess.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
***
“Hey, Marco! How is it going, mate?” my next door neighbour and my best buddy barge into my room.
“Here’s the book you wanted to borrow,” he drop a pile of books on my desk.
“Thanks,” I say gratefully.
“Just come back?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know how you do it, mate. Work so hard and still have time to study.”
I just smile. “Hey, Randy, do you know any Irene from St Anne?”
“Irene…hmm…I know so many Irenes! Which one are you referring to?”
“Hmm, a little bit short, dark hair, a little pale, cute…” I smile remembering her.
“Whoa whoa, you like this Irene, mate?”
“I met her in the bar. She’s pretty cute. I gave her a lift home.”
“Not bad, mate, not bad!” he pats me. “You’ve only been here for three months and know how to pick up girls already! Well done!”
“No, it’s not like that…”
“Well, good luck, mate! Don’t forget to introduce her to me!” he winks.
“But…”
“Night, mate!” Randy waves and leaves my room.
But...I don’t know if I would meet her again…I don’t have her number, I don’t know which block in St Anne she lives. I don’t know where she works or studies.
Ahh. I should have asked.