Chapter 11

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"You there?" Jeremiah asked through his phone.

"Yeah man," Sean replied "I've told you exactly five minutes ago we've got this covered. Why are you so wound up?"

"I just want this to have this go perfectly… Or at least good enough to not have serious consequences."

"Relax. We'll wait here for you. Now remember your part two?"

"Of course I do. I was the one who came up with this plan, so I should know." He hung up his phone, but instead of putting it in his pocket; he placed it on the ground outside of a café and nonchalantly walked away. Deseree, Kaitlin, and Tori happened to be in the café where he placed his phone.


The girls were walking out of the café when Deseree noticed something on the ground. "That stupid bastard! He dropped his phone!"

"Who?" Kitty asked.

"Jeremiah of course! He's been nothing but a selfish jerk all day! He didn't even have the common courtesy to remember my sixteenth birthday today! So next year I'm gonna do the same thing."

"But we should hold on to his phone. To return it; since it is the right thing to do."

"I'll hold onto it for now. But if the douche canoe wants it back, he'll get it back in pieces most likely."

Kitty had never heard such language come out of Deseree's mouth before. She must be very serious. This is what Jeremiah's afraid of. The one thing he couldn't afford to mess up on. If he messed up, he'd lose his older sister. She wouldn't die or anything. But she might stop caring about him. Sure, they were at odds every now and then, but they still cared. It wasn't anything to worry about until the final minutes of his, as he calls it, "awesome" plan. He had so much confidence, but he was really putting too much faith into this simple plan. The phone rang. They received a text.

'Hello finder of my phone,' it said. Deseree almost gagged. 'If you're probably wondering why I can't get to it now is because I'm simply too busy to get it. Also, I have no clue where it is or where you are. Anyway, bring it to me within the hour in front of Big Ben.

Sincerely- Jeremiah Cruz.'

"Oh lovely," Deseree said sarcastically, "He expects a sane person to simply walk over and hand it to him?!"

"It's only a few blocks away…" Tori said, "Don't you want your brother to feel thankful, and more appreciative." Deseree heard the deviance in Tori's voice and nodded slyly. The trio of girls walked the few blocks and arrived at Big Ben within 20 minutes. They were at the clock tower and no sign of Jeremiah.

"Is this some type of sick joke?! Bloody bastard!"

Kitty was playing with her phone for the time Deseree was ranting on about how Jeremiah's a total jackass or something. She got off the phone and waited a few minutes for Deseree to cool down. After about an entire hour and a half, another text came.

'Hello once again finder of my phone,' it read, 'If you are at Big Ben and still can't find me is because I had left Big Ben five minutes later. And yes, I'm an American sightseer. I simply couldn't wait to learn about Britain. Anyway, enough about me please bring me my phone at this country's famous bridge in about let's say, three hours. Until then, farewell.'

"I AM NOT GOING 20 MILES FOR THIS F-K-G JACKASS TO GET HIS PHONE!" Deseree shouted, which earned a few stares from the people nearby.

"Relax." Kitty said "London Bridge is again, a few miles, not 20. You practically are this country and you don't know the distances. I know a lot of the dimensions of Ireland and Northern Ireland quite well. That's just sad. It really is."

Deseree sighed in defeat, "I know I know. It's just I lose it when I'm angry."

"Oh you don't say!"

"Shut it, I can deal without the sarcasm right now Kitty. What's important is that we use our time wisely. I suggest taking the next cart to the Bridge, and if he's not there we'll just go and stop by the Queen's estate to chat with her and have the most delightful time. It's about 2:30 right now. He wants it before 5:30. Why don't we take an hour of that time to go do some shopping?"

"Awesome!" Kitty said sweetly. "How about that gown store across the street? I'll buy you a dress Des. For your Birthday of course!" She said that last statement all defensive like.

"Um… sure?" She replied.

"Great! Let's go!" Kitty was practically dragging her two companions across the street.


"But wait?" Deseree asked, "How can you afford a dress at these prices?" The dresses and gowns ranged from 500 euros to about 10,000 euros! A lot of the cheap ones were very simple and modest. However a few were a little slutty. The expensive ones were the ones that Deseree would almost kill for. In some cases. They had beautifully crafted designs that were worn by famous models everywhere.

"I've been saving up a lot of my money. About 20,000 euros. 5,000 American Dollars. The list just goes on. William and Switzerland gave me some awesome tips on how to save money and be a little cheap once in a while."

"According to them it's not being cheap," Tori pointed out, "They call it Smart Shopping." That earned a giggle from the three girls.

"Anyway, indulge yourselves ladies. I've been saving it for a special occasion."

"But's it's not MY birthday. I don't want to seem greedy." Tori replied.

"It's ok; wear it on your special day. If Yarineris were here, she could help us pick out outfits. She may be quiet, but she can easily pick up juicy details."

"But she's with William. They're still training with Xavier and Alexis. The three of them are trying to get Xavier out of his 'Military Dyslexia'. I don't know why Alexis is still in training if she is finished and doesn't have similar problems. In Jeremiah's terms, she's 'Badass'."

"Gotta love the poor boy sometimes." Deseree said.

"Speaking of love…" Kitty started. Deseree groaned and Kitty stopped talking about it. The reason she groaned was because Elvin walked in the shop. He was just being a little 'Romantic' flirt with the woman in the store. And they were actually falling for him slightly. Some girls commented on how he looks. Others say that his French accent got them intrigued. To the three girls that knew him, they found him unbearable.

"Hello ladies," He said, strutting over to the girls, "How are you today?"

"Busy," Deseree said coldly, "Now go away you walking porno before I call the local authorities for rape."

"Heartless, aren't we today? No other witty comebacks coming out of your trash sewer we call a mouth."

"Not today, we were just leaving." Kitty had finished buying the dresses and had told the clerk to have them delivered to the queen's estate within the hour. The clerk nodded and took them to the black. The three girls rushed out of the store and took the next cart to the London Bridge.


At the London Bridge they looked up and down for Jeremiah, but could not find him. "AGAIN?! SERIOUSLY!" That earned a lot of stares from the crowd. Kitty was just ignoring her, playing with her phone again. In about 20 minutes, the text arrived from Jeremiah.

'My dearest apologies, I can't think to bear what irritation you may feel right now. Fun fact: Did you know that the London Bridge is a famous suicide bridge with one of the leading numbers. Of course you knew, what am I saying? I'm not surprised; this country has a small hint of gloom to it. Anyway, I'll be staying at the Queen's estate for a few reasons that I don't have to share with you. Be there by 7:30 because I'll be too distracted after that. And I'd love to meet the precious bearer of my phone. The way I've been texting you is through my cousin's phone. Well, see you then. For real.'

"Typical," Deseree said scowling, "He expects us to show up within 4 hours?! The Queen's estate is way too far to make it unless we go now!" Deseree then grinned slyly once again. Kitty and Tori exchanged some worried looks. "He'll just have to wait won't he?"

"But Des-," Kitty pleaded.

"No buts! We're going to go have scones and tea, then leave." The girls went to a restaurant and ordered scones with tea. The waitress brought them there light snack with strawberry jam and sugar. Kitty and Tori rushed through the food and beverage like it was nothing.

"Wow, look at the time Des. We should go." Kitty stammered.

"Why, I'm not finished," Deseree said cooly, "When I'm finished, I'll leave. But you girls can go if you want." The duo looked at each other and frowned. Kitty handed Des a few extra euros and left solemnly with Tori behind her. Now Des was alone. Enjoying her meal in silence. By around 7:30, she left the restaurant. The phone rang again.

'Where are you?' It read.

'Somewhere,' Des answered. The phone was silent for a few minutes until:

'Bring me the phone.'

'No. You bloody American!'

'I know it's you Des, bring me the f***ing phone.' Now he was serious. 'I'm still at the Queen's estate! Just come to me. NOW!' Deseree was slightly taken off guard. She reluctantly to the next cart to the Queen's estate. Four hours away.


By the time she got there it was around midnight. She knocked on the fancy white doors. The door opened and revealed a very young maid She had blond hair and sea green eyes. "Lucy!" She exclaimed, "How are you? Is my brother here?"

"How very nice of you to stop by. Yes, he is. Right up the staircase," She said pointing, "He's been waiting."

"It's past the time he should be asleep!"

"He seemed highly upset. So he's awake probably playing."

"Ok, thank you." She said walking in. She went up the spiral staircase with Lucy in search of Jeremiah. Lucy led her into a room with a banner rolled up along the back wall. There were streamers lined beautifully along the walls. It was a very big room with lots of furniture and tables that were lined with plates and utensils.

"She's here." Lucy said. Deseree was half expecting your typical 'surprise' with a bunch of her friends. Instead they were greeted groans and moans that consisted of "My back," or "My legs."

"Dear lord!" Deseree cried "What happened to you all?!"

"Surprise," The apprentices said weakly, as they fell out of there hiding places. Every part of their bodies ached with fatigue. One of them, Kitty, went up to the banner all unsteadily and wobbly and unrolled it with a pull of a string. In big black letters it said:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DES!

Deseree looked at the scene horrified and ran up to Kitty. "What happened?!" Then a realization dawned on her face, "Where's Jeremiah?!"

"Here…" He groaned, stretching out entirely on the floor. She went up to him and yanked him back up by his ear. He yelped in pain but she didn't care.

"What did you do?" She hissed.

"Why are you blaming me?! All of this mess is your fault!"

"How!"

"You refused to come at the time we were ready for you!" He snapped angrily. He smacked her hand away and continued, "I was planning a surprise party for you!" Now Deseree was completely silent and crestfallen. "I had this planned out a few weeks ago!" He went on "Sean was my wingman for this! Everyone was in on it except you! This was a party for YOU dammit! I planned from my bastard like attitude to the Arthur and Kitty getting you the outfits, to the wild goose chase, to the Elvin flirting, to the ride times, and to where we are now! But this should've happened several hours ago! We would all be ok, but NO! You had to go be a bitch and relax in the restaurant and come here four hours later! We're all cramped up!" Jeremiah's face was three shades of angry. Deseree had never seen him explode like that. "You know what? I'm going to BED, and wait until morning to finish this because we're all tired waiting for your sorry ass to get here!" The fourteen year old walked out of the room in anger.

Deseree looked around the room of departing apprentices. Some were laughing at his little fit; others were feeling a similar rage. The apprentices were dressed fancily casual. With jeans and polos of various colors with ties and/or necklaces. "You know he isn't lying," Kitty said, "He loves you Des. You didn't listen to him when he asked you to. He's not the ungrateful one. You are." She said reluctantly and walked out. Deseree sat in a chair all by herself and buried her face within her arms on the table and cried for a few minutes until finally resigning for the day and went to her room in the estate. Every estate in every country they had rooms set out for the apprentices. But they normally stayed in a hotel, not wanting to bother the real residents.

Before she went to her room, she stopped by Jeremiah's room. She opened the door to find him lying on the bed with his back facing the door. "Jeremiah?" She muttered.

"Go away…" He said bitterly.

"Jeremiah, I wanted to say I'm sorry. If it's any consolation…"

Jeremiah snapped his head in her direction with tears running down his face. "You think saying sorry might help! It won't! Unless…" He stammered, "Unless you want to say sorry to every single person here. Even the Queen."

"Of course I would!" She exclaimed "I'll do whatever it takes to get my brother happy again! I'll go with him and have a couple hamburgers, play a few video games and do whatever he likes." Now Jeremiah stopped crying and stared.

"But all I wanted to do today was make you happy at the end of it. But all my hard work…"

"It doesn't matter because I'm still happy. Remember, it's the thought that counts. And there were a lot of happy thoughts."

Jeremiah's faced turned into a light smile. He reached over on the other side of the bed and gave her a box. "Happy Birthday…" He said sheepishly.

Deseree removed the cover and her heart almost melted. It was a golden locket in the shape of a heart. "My mother gave it to me." Jeremiah went on, "The woman I was staying with before she passed away and I went to the country guild. She said 'Give this to someone special,' and I've waited all this time for someone to decide on. And ten years later, I gave it to you." Deseree hugged Jeremiah.

"Thank you…," She whispered, "I love it… I love you little brother." He returned the hug.

"And I love you sis."


KS90: Ok that wraps up another segment of our precious story

MM014: *Tearing up* that was so beautiful! I've never read such a sweet brother and sister thing before!

KS90: Heh, I try.

MM014: I wish someone would do that for me. *Now sprawling and crying all over the floor*

KS90: Ok, don't have a heart attack…

MM014: Ok, I'm calm. I'm calm.

KS90: Good. Now let's think for a minute. Isn't Des supposed to be 15. But why is he 14?

MM014: Um... Got me.

KS90: It's because the last to chapters, including this one, have all been a memory.

MM014: WHAT?!