Heather

Chapter 3

I ran fast to  the door when I knew that it was Jax who just entered the house. I waved at him before walking downstairs. I feel like a child when I hugged him and smiled at him after.

"Did you really gone from the city? I thought the firm is just downtown" I asked him confused. Melissa received a message from him this noon saying he will be going to ran something on the city and has to go visit. I was so very excited for him to tell me what he did and saw.

He dropped his bag on the sofa and scratch his nape.

"Did you?" I asked him again waiting for an answer.

"Yep" Finally he said.

"What does the city looks like?" I sat beside him and gave him an interested look.

"Well, more buildings and---anyway, the place is too noisy"

"That's unfair!"

"Heather, I'll be dead if I will tell you"

I rolled my eyes at him when he started watching TV and ignored me. He knew that he can't lie in front of me so he decided not tell me anything. Obviously, it would push my curiosity button that could make me feel the wants of seeing the city.

'Such a good day for the royal family as they announced to open the ceremony tomorrow. A ceremony for the new members of the monarchy.'

My eyes dropped at the TV as I listened in the news. Royal Family? I completely sat beside Jax and crossed my legs. I reached for the remote and press the volume+ on it. I heard Jax chuckled but I ignored it and tried to focus and used my occipital lobe.

An old man appeared on the TV wearing a black suit. He is giving his speech in the middle of the stage with reporters surrounding him. He looked someone who needs your knees on the ground if he walkes in front of you. The way he speaks also sounds authoritative and a high class individual who needs to be paid millions every word. Wow, his presence is really something how much more if I'll met him in personal?

"He is an Idol" I commented when the reporters started asking questions to him and he slayed it all.

"He is the former king"

My jaw dropped and punched Jax on his arm.

"You don't joke like that!"

"I'm not!"

I blinked many times on the TV before looking back at Jax who is really serious.

"That was the king?"

"Yes"

I jumped on my sit and giggled like a child.

"I feel like meeting him right now!" I shouted. Jax gave me a what-the-f**k look.

"Could you take a picture with him?" I pleaded the moment I stopped jumping my butt on the sofa.

"No f*****g way! That is so gay!" He stand and left me on the sofa gving his back a sad look.

Then don't! I crossed my arms and turn off the TV.

My lips parted in disbelief as I stared at the TV like there is something still playing on it. He was a king, that old man. No, he's not really an old man. He maybe on his 60's but his face tells the other way around. He actually looked like someone on their 30's for a proper human eyes. This is how things works on us, so deceptive and unusual.

A few hours later, Jax came in my room with some stuffs in his hand. I closed the book on my hand and gave him a confused look when he handed me a sparkling folded thick paper. It has some pixy designs on it and written, 'You are invited'.

"What's this?"

My gaze shifted on the box he placed on the side of my bed. He stayed silent but it creeps the hell out of me.

"Open it"

I looked through its outside cover. A gift, eh? My blood rushed in my veins but I stopped myself from getting excited. Jax is really good at pulling some pranks so I don't trust him with this. However, I slowly pulled the box towards me and opened it with one hand.

I gasped when I saw what's inside of it. I draw the fabric out of the box and stared at it for a couple of minutes. He bought me a new max-length coat with a hoodie! I jumped off the bed and hugged Jax.

"You really are my favorite cousin!"

He let go of me.

"Funny. I'm your only cousin"

We both laughed at his words.

I felt so lazy today, I just wanted to stay in the bed all day. I sit back on the bed and smelled the black fabric. It has crystal designs on its hem and long sleeves.

"It's not even my birthday"

I gave him an skeptical look, he just smiled and pointed the invitation card beside me.

He's so creepy right now and acting so mysterious.

I opened the card and I thought I saw a bright light in it. This is so cliche.

"Congratulations! You are invited in the royal ceremony tomorrow 8:00 am in the morning at the Palace ground. Your presence is highly appreciated. Thank You!"

Am I reading this right?

"No way"

"Yes way"

"How did you--?"

He shrugged his shoulder and wrinkled his nose.

"I just did"

My smile flew around the room but I sighed deep when I remembered Melissa. She is not going to like this. I dropped the card and packed the coat back in the box.

"Don't worry about Mom" Jax assured when he saw my melting face. I suddenly stared face to face with Jax when I felt the bed dipped. I brought my hands on my face in an attempt to soothe the whirling options in my head. I've been a very bad girl when I'm around with Jax.

"You're not really helping" I said frustrated.

"What can I say" He stands up as the words stumble out of his mouth. Slowly, I closed my eyes, but screw Jax for tempting me with the gift and invitation.

The door opened and closed as realization hit me that Jax left my room. I could hear tamborine and drums playing at my head as they cheer on me. My rationalization took over and gave me reasons why I should go to the ceremony. First, I'm just going to take a little look. Second, I'm with Jax anyway.

My conscience is making it hard for me to decide. Rules are rules.

Or maybe I can ask permission? No. Melissa won't let me. That's impossible. I turned on my heel and walked out of my room downstairs. And, for some stupid reason, a part of me felt sad for Jax who is trying to help me get into the real world. This thing was purely help, but I can't and don't want to leave.

And I could not do a single thing about it.

I headed to the kitchen to drink some water. My mouth needs something because it us already dried up. I stopped at the table and stare at the second floor. Now what should I do? I thought to myself. I ignored the thought looking down at my cup that was about to go empty. This is frustrating.

What am I doing in the kitchen?

I slowly drop the cup on the sink and stomped my feet. I am aggravating and I don't like it.

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about our escape plan. Last night, I knocked at Jax's door. I know he was expecting me to show up. I told him that I will go with him at the ceremony and he started telling me his plans for today. I just hope it won't backfire.

"Don't forget to lock the front and back door" Melissa's last words of reminder tampered in my head as she packed her things to leave.

I gave Jax a threatening look when I saw him cleaning the already cleaned glass table in the living room. What are you doing? I mouthed at him. He gave me an obviously look and rolled his eyes.

I tsked and started cleaning the vase but I'm already bombered with the thought of our escape plan. Both me and Jax exchanged looks as we wait for Melissa to leave the house. A continuous step and a closing of door was heard. I jumped off the floor and ran upstairs racing with Jax.

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