DISCLAIMER – I do not own The Weekenders or any of the show's characters. Doug Langdale and Disney own them. I also do not own A Midsummer Night's Dream. The title and a quote I used in this piece of fanfiction both belong to William Shakespeare.
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-SUNDAY-Just like they had agreed, Lor, Carver and Tino met Tish at her house and now, they all were on their way to the genius Tish had spoken of. Tish silently lead them and didn't answer to any questions her friends asked her on the way. Until they went up a hill whose summit was still invisible behind the bushes, and Carver noticed:
"Hey Tish, somehow this place looks familiar. I think I've been here already once or twice, can that be?"
Tish stopped in front of the bushes, like the others did as well, and turned around: "Your memory's not deceiving you, Carver. Indeed, you've been here twice already. The first time, we both came here to ask for advice, and the second time, you set out without my company to pay a visit to this genius. Or should I say – to the master?"
Now it hit Carver: "The master, of course! You mean this weirdo Jules!"
Tish protested: "Jules is not weird! He is a very wise and admirable person and he's multicultural."
"That guy's sitting on top of a stone all day long, philosophying!"
"Are you kidding?" Lor asked disbelieving.
"True…," Tish admitted. "His methods are a little… strange. But he is really intelligent and the only person who could ever help me out of a problem that I was not able to solve by myself. And I'm very glad that today, Lor and Tino will also receive the honor of meeting this genius in person."
Lor and Tino just looked at each other with bewilderment and shortly shrugged.
"Well…," Carver thought aloud. "After all, he taught me how to listen."
"Wow, then he really has to be the master!" Lor commented.
"Yeah," Tino added. "That really calls for respect and admiration!"
Carver just gave them a blank look, while Tish motioned them to go on, saying: "I'm sure, with his advice, I'll be able to find my secret admirer."
The four of them went through the bushes and approached the summit of the hill. There they spotted already from afar the small lonesome tree whose trunk slightly bent over a large stone and so let some shadow fall onto the figure sitting on top of that stone. The boy on top of the stone, who was wearing a panama hat, a camping backpack and some huge sunglasses, was just reading in one of his books again.
When the four of them almost stood in front of his stone, he looked up and smiled: "Ah, Petratishkovna, it's been long since you last consulted me. And in your company are Carver René and two other friends. What pleasure to see you!"
"Hello Jules," Tish replied. "I'm glad to see you, too. I would like to introduce you. You already met Carver, and these are Tino and Lor."
"Um, hello, charmed," Tino uttered and Lor was able to say: "Uh, hi."
"The pleasure's all mine," Jules said. "Petratishkovna's friends are my friends as well. What brings you here?"
"Jules, I need a piece of advice from you," Tish explained.
"Anytime. What can I help you with?"
"Well, it's something… personal. But I just don't know what to do. I received a love letter from an anonymous author. I've already tried everything to find out who the letter could be from. Do you have some advice?"
"Well… first of all, think about what it was that induced you to discover the author of that letter. What thoughts did the letter cause in you?"
"She wanted to know who wrote it, what else?" Lor interrupted.
Tish glared at her shortly and then thought for a second or two. "Well… I was… touched. You must know, the letter consisted of a quote by William Shakespeare, from A Midsummer Night's Dream, with my name instead of beautiful Helena's. Being compared to Helena really touched me deep inside. Besides, I suspect the author of the letter possibly admires Shakespeare in a similar way as I do. And he's probably very well-read and intelligent… just like me." Her voice sounded very dreamily.
Jules nodded and then asked: "And what was it that induced you to consult me?"
Lor opened her mouth and took a breath to say something, but she succeeded in holding herself back and let Tish answer: "As I said, I just didn't know what to do any more. I thought hard about who could have written the letter, I compared the handwritings of some guys from school with the one on the letter… Of course, I could've asked them directly, but would the author have revealed himself to me? I absolutely wanted to know if there was any other way to solve this riddle. And if anyone knows another way, it's you, Jules. You're intelligent, experienced and well-read, much more than I am."
Jules still smiled and nodded again: "Indeed, Petratishkovna, there is a way. And you already traveled it."
Tish stared at him in confusion. She blinked a few times, disbelieving, and then stuttered: "Wait… uh, how… how am I to understand? You mean… you… you… the letter…" She couldn't utter any other word.
"That's right. You solved the riddle, Petratishkovna,… goddess, nymph, perfect, divine."
Carver, Lor and Tino were shocked. Tish also couldn't utter anything but squeaking noises for a while. She had expected anything but this! When she had somewhat calmed down, she said: "You wrote me that love letter? This is… well… Jules, I… I… admire your intelligence and wisdom, but… honestly – you're… sitting on top of a stone!"
Jules just stared.
"…all day long!" Tish added with emphasis.
Jules still didn't say anything for a while, then he asked: "So, you don't feel the same way for me?"
"I'm sorry, Jules," she sighed.
"No problem," he smiled.
"Um… really? I hope we're still friends, though?" Tish asked cautiously.
"Indubitably," Jules smiled again. He didn't sound grieved, disappointed or sad at all.
Tino whispered to Carver and Lor: "Man, he's really composed about that."
"Well, obviously, he is the master," Carver said.
"Or he knows even less about love than Tish," Lor added with a grin.
"Jules, I found the letter beautiful all the same," Tish said. "But we've known each other for so long now, and I don't think we should endanger our friendship. There already is a very strong bonding between us, an intellectual bonding. I think our friendship, as it is, is something very special."
"OH MAN!" Tino shouted all of a sudden. They all looked at him startled – except for Jules who was the personification of calmness. "Guys," Tino continued, "This whole talk about friendship reminded me of something we completely forgot! It's our anniversary, remember?"
"You're right!" Lor gasped. "And we haven't done anything special yet!"
"That's only our master's fault!" Carver stated, pointing at Jules. "Just because he had to write that letter to Tish!"
"Carver! It wasn't his fault!" Tish retorted. Then she turned to Jules again: "I'm sorry, Jules, we have to go now. I promise I'll come and see you soon again. I hope you're not too disappointed now…"
"As I said: That's no problem at all. No enjoy yourselves."
Immediately, the four of them were on their way again, and as they didn't know exactly where to go, they just headed back to Tino's. When they entered the house, they started thinking about what they could do yet again.
"Man!" Tino sighed as he closed the door behind him. "Every year, we say we're gonna do something special at our anniversary, and every time something crops up or we can't think of anything!"
"Yeah, that's really stupid," Lor agreed.
At that, Tino's Mom entered the living room from the kitchen and said: "I hope you don't mind if I do interfere now. But why don't you just go… upstairs, to the terrace?"
"What are we supposed to do there?" Tino asked, but then he shrugged and motioned his friends to go upstairs with him. Mrs. Tonitini followed behind them. Tino knew his Mom was up to something. He trusted his mother and thought to himself that certainly a pleasant surprise would wait for him and the others there.
Once upstairs, Tino hesitated a bit before he opened the door leading outside. Surprised, he and the other three stepped out onto the terrace and beheld a small table with four glasses, some snacks, many drinks and a bowl of punch on it. And when they turned around, they discovered a banner above the door saying "8 years of friendship". They all looked at Mrs. Tonitini in awe who stood in the door with a content smile and said: "Now, that's something special, isn't it? Your own little party."
Tino smiled: "Thanks, Mom."
"If you need anything, I'm downstairs in the living room. Oh, and take a look at that little something on the chair…"
Lor was the first to spot it and cried in excitement: "Cool, a photo album!" She kneeled down to open it right away.
"Those are photos of us!" Tish exclaimed, looking over Lor's shoulder.
"That's awesome!" Carver said and came to take a look as well.
Tino was happy, too, but then he asked angrily: "Mom, you've been rummaging around in my room again!"
His mother just grinned and said "Have fun!" before she went downstairs.
Tino, Lor, Carver and Tish had been sitting there together for a long while, looking through the album, remembering the past 8 years. They were laughing a lot, sharing many wonderful memories. When they had reached the last page, Tino began thinking, though.
Finally, he said: "Guys, that party thing may be quite cool – but I don't really think that's necessary.
"Why not? How do you mean?" Carver inquired.
"Well, we always wanted to do something special at our anniversary weekend," Tino explained. "But didn't we do that all the time?"
"Huh, did what all the time?" Lor asked.
"Something special! Just think about it: We've been friends for such a long time now and we've experienced many great things together. Of course, there were also times that weren't so great. But we've been together all the time, all those years! I think every day we spend together is a special day. And especially every weekend!"
Tish nodded: "Tino's right. Our friendship has been lasting for so long now that it's actually not necessary to celebrate it on a particular day or weekend. Even if something crops up, we're always there for each other, and that's the most important thing."
"Yeah," Carver agreed. "It actually doesn't matter at all what we do."
"That's right! So, guys, who wants to play some pool?" Lor shouted.
The others replied simultaneously: "Yeah, me!"
"Oh yeah, but first, let's go eat something!" Carver added.
While the other three were on their way downstairs, Tino spoke in front of a greyed background: "Well, I guess this weekend didn't turn out quite the way we imagined. But nevertheless, it was a great weekend, for we spent it together. I believe, without such unforeseen events, like a love letter to Tish, or a bet with Leard, or a crazy woman who wants to shoot a documentary about us,… or something else,… things wouldn't be so special any more. The one special thing is: We're always there for each other…" He looked down from the terrace and then shouted: "Hey, guys, wait up, would you!" And running to the door, he quickly waved and said: "'kay, later days!"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE – I hope you enjoyed. :) Once again, if there were any grammatical mistakes in this story, I'm really sorry for it. My English might be quite good, but it's not perfect. I just hope there weren't any grave mistakes that interfered with reading.
Actually, I planned to publish the chapters in intervals of at least 1 day. But I don't think that would've made the story more suspenseful or whatever, so I just uploaded the whole thing right after translating and re-reading it several times. Maybe next time, I'll attempt at a bigger Weekenders project, written in English right away. I'm already planning. I just need to do some research about the American school system before I get started, as it's going to be a story about the Weekenders' future. So, I really hope you liked this little piece of fanfiction and please review! Hope to see you soon! ;)