by sarah faith
My gorgeous prince sighed. "That meeting that I had with Jameson this morning was to tell me that I have to go back to Bieland. This week."
"But why?" I pleaded, meshing our hands together and facing him. "What's so important there?" "I can't tell you, doll, I'm sorry," Freddie said looking down.
I rolled my eyes. This was so unfair. I mean, he had to leave! And he, MY boyfriend, couldn't even tell me, his girlfriend, why? This royal stuff was getting on my nerves! Tears came to my eyes for the tenth time that night. This day had been awful. Awful, Awful, Awful.
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The night before he left, Freddie took me out to dinner. I must say it was hard to explain to people, that my boyfriend was indefinitely leaving Harvard So I simply told them his mom died and he had to leave right away. It was true. His parent's death IS what caused all of this, you know.
"I know," he had grimaced, "I JUST took you out to eat like, four days ago. But believe me; this place will be upscale like you've never seen before. And this time, it's impossible to forget my wallet, cuz I'm not bringing it. Everything's been paid for, so don't worry your cute little head about it, at ALL, okay? Oh and by the way dress to kill, doll," he whispered to me.
Freddie decided to take me to a super fancy restaurant not too far from Harvard. After taking about an hour and fifteen minutes on my entire self (longest record time, let me tell you that), I heard a knock on my door and I almost tripped over my high heels to go answer it. This high heel thing was totally new for me. Even though they were only two inches long, I hadn't worn heels since my graduation and that was over a year ago. Before opening the door, I smoothed my dress over and adjusted my hair one more time. Freddie told me that this restaurant was posh to the MAX; stars were seen in this place a countless numbers of times, so I decided to try and look halfway decent.
My hair was twisted into an easy but complicated looking up do, and I had curled every inch of my scalp before putting it up. I decided to go smoky on my eyes and paired it with a nice medium hue lip color. All in all, it looked fabulous. I sprayed on the perfume that smelled like roses and sugar because I knew Freddie
liked it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
Freddie gave me a welcoming kiss then took my hands and stepped back to look me over. I felt embarrassed under his watchful eye. He didn't say anything for a really long time
"Is it too much?" I asked looking at the way he was dressed. In those black dress pants and the crisp white dress shirt, Freddie almost took my breath away. He snapped to attention after I finally spoke, and then grinned.
"Absolutely not, doll. You look stunning." He stepped closer to me and pulled me against his body once more. He didn't kiss me, but he wiggled his nose against mine and whispered in my ear. "I love you."
"I love you too," I whispered back and then we were off. The restaurant was amazing! It was called 'Le Bon apptit' and there was a humongous chandelier in the middle of the high ceilinged room. The lights sent brilliant sparkling shadows across the entire humongous room and it made everything look just that much more posh and expensive.
As I stepped in the foyer, I seriously was about to question Freddie's choice in cost but then the realization of my boyfriend being a prince sunk in; yet again. Man, this was hard to get used to. Freddie had made reservations and we were seated with only two minutes wait. But I could definitely get used to this! Our table was made for two, so it was small. At my height and Freddie's we soon found a way to get our legs fitted right under the table. Mine went to the right and his went to my left. It was still a tight squeeze and we soon started to giggle at the situation. However, our giggling stopped abruptly as a stern looking waiter cleared his throat at us.
"Bonjour. My name est Jean-Paul. I am your waiter 'sis evening. Can I start you off wis' a beverage?" He coldly asked looking at us from down his nose. His eyes shifted to Freddie as he spoke.
«Ah merci, Jean-Paul. Je parle le fransais. Donnez-nous, s'il vous plait, une carafe de limonade? » ( Ah, Thank you Jean-Paul. I speak French. Would you, please, get us a pitcher of lemonade?)
I smiled at the waiter but he didn't even look at me. Since I took French, I understood their conversation and before Jean-Paul left, I added one more thing.
«Et beaucoup du tranche jaune citrons, s'il vous plait? » (And lots of lemon slices, please.) All he did was give me a curt nod, then turn on his heel and slowly walk away. I snorted a quiet laugh under my breath then turned my eyes to
Freddie. I almost jumped when I saw the intensity of his stare for me. I blushed and took his hand from across the table. It was soft and strong and I relished the feeling. Who knows how long it might be before I got to hold him like this again?
"Why are you looking at me like you want to zap me?" I asked with a smile.
Freddie laughed and connected our other hands. "Because you never cease to amaze me. Honestly is there anything you can't do, doll?"
I loved it when he called me 'doll.' It sounded so retro to me. Like we were a young couple back in the 50's! "Yes," I nodded completely serious. "Be away from you for too long. You've got to give me an estimate on how long I'm going to be trying to survive without you."
Freddie looked to our hands and shook his head. "I can't. Look, Arie there are things about this that you can't know. Ever. I'm not going to risk your life in this anymore than I already have."
My face went pale. Life? Risking? Who said anything about dying? "W-What do you mean?" I stuttered, feeling my throat go dry. I was in danger? But I couldn't be everything was perfect!
Freddie looked like he wanted to kill himself for letting that out. "Never mind, I shouldn't have said that. Don't worry. You're going to be perfectly safe. I didn't mean it in that way. You aren't in any immediate danger, I promise," he reassured me.
I looked into Freddie's eyes and could tell that he was telling the truth but not completely. He meant it in another way something less obvious, I gathered.
"Fine," I pouted. This was getting harder; each second that went by meant saying goodbye to him at the airport tomorrow morning. I didn't want it to come. Maybe this whole princess thing wasn't ideal after all I felt Freddie squeeze my hands and some of my depression erased. We linked eyes and I saw love, admiration and something else that calmed me down. I felt like a retard for being so emotional on our last night together.
Our stuffy waiter returned, breaking our moment and set the pitcher down along with some cups and the lemon slices. He then proceeded to fill our cups with the lemonade, carefully set them down and then left; obviously taking note of how our menus were still untouched. Freddie thanked him and then took one of his hands off mine. As soon as it was gone I wanted it back; it was cold and lonely without him.
"I got you a present, doll. Now you can think of me every single day."
I was so surprised. Freddie had never given me any gifts before and I eagerly took the small little rectangular box into my hands. It was beautifully wrapped. Wrapping red, and ribbon white, the colors reflected my two favorite co-coordinating shades and I gave Freddie a smile before carefully untying the bow and ripping the paper gently. Under the paper there was a beautiful black rectangular velvet box. It was soft and silky and I wondered what it could possibly hold? A bracelet? A necklace? I knew it wasn't a ring for the box was much too big, so without another thought I opened the box and gasped.
Like a flame, the semi-thick silver chain shone under the light of the chandelier. Attached to it was a gorgeous charm. It was a beautiful heart. It was made with two different strands, which were twisted around each other in a vine like motion. Four skinny little pieces of metal held a beautiful diamond in place. The diamond was so clear that it looked like glass. My mouth was wide open and Freddie's eyes were sparkling.
"Wow. Wow!" I squealed and laughed at my new present. I had never owned anything so real, so expensive, and so beautiful in my entire life. "This is so gorgeous. I wonder how much it cost you?" I looked at him with a reprimanding smile.
"You're worth any amount of money and more," he said.
"I'm going to wear it every day!" I said closing the case and setting it beside me.
"You'd better!" Freddie teased and bumped me under the table with his knee. I stuck my tongue out at him and we started laughing. Never mind how corny we are! We're in love. Freddie and I finally decided to look at our menus and the waiter came back to ready orders. Freddie decided to share the Tortellini and shrimp appetizer with me, and after munching on all of that to death, we both went with the Chicken Wellington and the Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake for dessert. I guess we both just had the same cravings that night.
When the conformation paper came, the receipt that confirmed our previous payment, I tried to be naughty and sneak a glance at the price, but my prince was too smart for me. He took the paper and signed it under the table, where my crafty eyes couldn't see. I pouted and he grinned and then, before you knew it, we were driving back to our dorm.
The night had been fantastic, and Oh! To think about that delicious dinner almost made my stomach pop! I was walking down the hall thinking about my wonderful night when a warm hand around my waist brought me from my thoughts. Turns out, I was about to walk past my room and Freddie had stopped me, amused. He pulled me close and backed me against the wall. I grinned and put my hands around his neck. This was our favorite way to stand.
"How'd you like your dinner, doll?" Freddie asked me after kissing me tenderly.
"It was amazing," I grinned. You know, there's something about a man who wears fancy clothes well. When he works that walk, the look of confidence over his entire being, his feet clad in fancy shoes or his legs in those charming black dress pants, it does something to you. It's so totally irresistible. Or at least, that's just me. Suddenly, at that point, my love for this man was pushed up a notch in the looks department. The compartments of kindness, sincerity, love, and pretty much his overall personality, were already overflowing at the brim. It was impossible fo him to get any higher in my book.
I hugged Freddie with an aching of love and then our lips connected. My whole body, even my ankles were burning the millisecond that our skin touched, and now my toes' nerves were strained with electricity. It was just a small, sweet kiss, and then the heat and the intensity of that it rose faster and I found it delightful how Freddie's hand was effortlessly drilling my back with his hands. They felt like tasers as he moved his fingers around in tight, small circles which made my whole body shiver. My entire body was pulsing with vibrations quite new to me and Freddie's hand went down to my hip
For some reason this caused me to stop abruptly. I couldn't go any farther; it would be too hard to stop! My mommy had always told me that it was more precious and sacred for a man and a woman to wait until they were married to experience the art of love making, if you will. My aunt and uncle stressed this as well, though I have a feeling that they were more concerned about having a pregnant teenager more than actually
thinking about morals. But nevertheless, I had promised my mommy when I had that first talk with her; not until. And I would hold that promise if it killed me.
"You okay, doll?" Freddie asked, lifting my chin so I could see his eyes. I nodded and took a deep breath. "Just fine," I smiled. Freddie seemed to understand my thoughts and nodded his head.
"I know," he muttered smiling. "It was amazing"
I laughed a little and he changed the subject taking a step back. "Do you want me to put on your necklace for you?"
I grinned and nodded my head, a blush coming over my cheeks. I removed it from its case and gave it to him carefully. I turned around and he carefully slid it over my neck, making the cold metal warmer at the touch of my skin.
Freddie surprised me by kissing me and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I giggled and then turned around to tell him goodnight. A tear came to my eyes and he saw it. Quickly, he pulled me into a tight hug that seemed to say, 'Don't worry. We'll see each other soon.'
Then we let go then I opened the room to my door then I blew him a kiss then I shut the door. I solemnly undressed, redressed, then went to my bed and fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to my alarm. Then we drove to the airport then I said goodbye then I cried my way through the taxi ride back to the
dorms.
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 17
Chapter 8
One week later
It was difficult with Finals coming up, to balance everything evenly. I found myself staying up until all hours of the night, and thankfully, I wasn't letting it affect my grade. Welcome to college life, right?
It had been one week since Freddie had left me. I wasn't bitter toward him, of course. Things were just so forlorn around here without him. It had escaped my mind of how much of a loser I was before my prince happened upon me. I had forgotten how dull my mornings had been without the 'good morning kisses' that I had grown so accustomed to. Everything now seemed even more tragically depressing.
Certainly, the terrible seclusion and tediousness was sickening, but do you want to know what the worst part was? There was absolutely no contact allowed with Freddie. I didn't think that was fair, but Freddie had explained it to me in this way:
"It's a matter of your safety, doll. If my enemy intercepts any calls or contact from me to you, you don't realize the immediate danger you could be put under. I know it's going to be hard," he said before taking off on his flight, "but I love you too much to let it happen. I'm sorry."
"But what about the man you were talking to when I walked in that one morning?" I argued. "You talked to him while you were here. What's the difference?"
"I thought you might bring that up," Freddie said, lightly tapping my nose with his finger, "but I used a special type of communication with him. The method is complicated and very, very expensive, and he was the only one I was in contact with besides Jameson while I was here. I wish I could get you one, I even asked the head of security if it would be allowed, but he said it was too dangerous. It's used in a special way, and I wouldn't have the time to explain it to you. I'm sorry, princess. I really am."
I nodded my head, I understood completely. That's what made it so awful. I looked back down to my homework, snapping to the present. I couldn't let these thoughts distract me; I had other things to worry about right now.
Two weeks later
It had been almost a month since Freddie's departure. Now, more than ever, I struggled to live; to breathe. I couldn't believe how big of an impact Freddie made in my life; and all in just two short, but oh so miraculous, months. Christmas was coming, and even though I didn't have the love of my life here with me to celebrate it, I couldn't help but feel excited. I had always loved this holiday! Something about it stimulated me and I decided to at least try to be cheerful. That's what Freddie would want me to be doing.
And then here were Finals. I was really not looking forward to what this torturous week would bring for me. Each day grew closer and closer, and I was constantly losing sleep. But just when I was convinced that it couldn't get any worse
Maybe it was Freddie's fault for making me so happy, but soon after he came into my life, my team-mates started warming up to me. I was constantly getting invitations to the 'hottest party of the year', but I always declined since I had plans with Freddie every night. They didn't seem as important as he was, but now that he was gone, I decided to accept the invitation one night.
It was directly after volleyball practice, so at first I told the girls that I was too sweaty and disgusting, but a pretty brunette named Jennifer told me that the whole team was going like this. I thought for a moment and then agreed. Jennifer gave me a smile and sprayed some sweet smelling perfume on all of us girls.
It was light-hearted and strangely amusing, so soon, I found myself laughing with them like little second graders. We were walking into the shaking dorm room, when I grabbed Jennifer's arm and stopped her. "What's wrong?" she asked, a worried look covering her face.
"Maybe this isn't such a good i
dea. I look like crap!" I said, a giggle randomly coming out of nowhere. Jennifer laughed it off. "Look at me, Arie. If anyone here looks like crap it's me." She grabbed my wrist and told me, "Just follow my lead," and we were suddenly in the middle of the room dancing; or at least she was. Turns out, the party was pretty fun. I decided that I wanted to save my insides, so I didn't partake in the beer or the smoking, but Jennifer and I had a pretty good time by ourselves, being crazy and laughing at a drunk,
red-headed girl who was making out with a random guy. "This is fun!" I screamed over the music.
"Heck, yeah it is!" Jennifer screamed back. "Why don't I ever see you around? You're really nice."
I blushed, and was glad that no-one saw it. "Thanks, but it's probably because my boyfriend and I are really close; we do everything together."
"Aw, that's adorable," she grinned. "It sucks that you're taken."
I balked at the comment. Was this blaring music affecting my ears? "What?" I gasped.