Chapter Eleven: Wish

(November 11th)

"This all was all just wishful thinking."
-Taking Back Sunday

11:05.

Almost there. Almost there!

I stare intently at the clock, as if it is my life line and if I dare look away from it for even so much as a second, I'll spontaneously combust. I can't miss the time. I just can't! I won't be alive in another 100 years. By then my grandchildren's children will have children and I'll just me the dead great-grandmother. Miss what you ask? Only the day that comes once ever 100 years! The Most Epic Wish Ever Day! I'm sure it's called something else, but I'm just making it sound better.

I still haven't decided what to wish about. I haven't even the slightest clue. I'm sure everyone else is going to wish for money or good health so I'm positive the wish granting fairies will end up going bankrupt and dying from cancer. I'll just make it easy on them and wish for something less… important to them. Maybe I'll wish for a pair of tickets to go see Thrice live. No! No! I'll wish for Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim! That sounds like a grand idea.

"Florence, will you answer me?" Vergil says impatiently snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I quickly swat his hand out of my way, still focused on the clock.

11:08.

"At 11:11 I have to make a wish for anything in the world," I smile, anticipation welling up inside of me once more.

"…can't you just wish for something at any time?" He asks.

"Today is a very special day. November 11th, 2011. Elevens all across the board. You're supposed to- Oh! Oh! Five minutes!" I snicker into my blanket. This causes Vergil to eye me with disdain. "Anyway, you're supposed to make a wish at 11:11 to up your chances of your wish coming true."

Vergil rubs his chin in deep thought. He glances over at me briefly, then plops down next to me on the bed. "I shall make a wish too then," He informs me, avoiding my eyes.

Hmm…? What could he possibly wish for? A way back home? Some luxury kitten food for Nelo? The power to convince me to teach him how to drive? Yeah, under the influence of magical fairy dust or not, I'm never teaching him to drive. I love my Buggy too much.

11:11!

"Wooo!" I throw my hands up excitedly. Beside me Vergil shuts his eyes tightly and I follow suit.

I wish for- I begin to think of all the things that I have ever possibly wanted in my life. All of them flash by in a blur of motion, until finally I find myself thinking about Vergil. I don't want him to go. I want him to enjoy his time here. I want the two of us to become best friends. I want to see a smile on his face. I want to hear him laugh, even if it's at me.

O, magical fairies that grant wishes… I clutch tightly onto the sheets of my bed. I wish for the white-haired man sitting next to me to become my friend, to feel comfortable around me, to enjoy his time here. Oh and if you're feeling extremely generous can you hit me up with a copy of Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim? I had to.

11:12.

"What'd you wish for?" Vergil asks.

I let out a deep sigh of frustration. Of course I would use my once in a life time wish on someone else. Damn you conscious! "I can't tell you or it won't come true."

A strange look flashes across his face. "In that case, I will take mine to my grave," He says, getting up and walking with his head held high out the room.

"That's a little drastic, don't you think?" I call out after him.

What did he wish for?

Aeroga: I may do another update this week, but it's unlikely. Anyway, thank you all for the wonderful reviews. I may pair the two of them together, but for now, they're slowly becoming friends. I'm sure you guys can figure out what Vergil wished for… Well, maybe. Reshma, you'll find out what it is in chapter say… 15 or 16.

Next Chapter: Florence asks Vergil to teach her how to fight.