Unexpected

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I sit there uncomfortably while he decides what to say. The silence goes on for a few minutes, but then I get too uncomfortable, so I say "Are you going to say anything?"

"What happened?" He says shakily.

"My twin brother Kristian took me out driving. I kept telling him I wasn't ready to drive, but he said he would help and that everything would be okay. I agreed and we got in the car and started to drive. We came to a busy intersection and I told him that he should take over, but he's said that I needed to face my fears. So, I waited at the intersection and I had thought the light had changed. I started to drive, just as a car came from our right I heard Kristian yell to stop, but it was too late and that car hit the passenger side." I was crying now, "He didn't even die on impact, I was holding his hand as he took his last breaths telling him that everything would be okay and that the ambulance would be here any second. When the ambulance finally arrived he was gone and he died in my arms." I'm bawling now and Beckham pulls the car over and pulls me into a hug and whispers, "I will always be here for you, always."

"I miss him, so much." I say to no one in particular.

"I know you do," he says.

We sit there for awhile just in comfortable silence. Then a question pops into my mind that I've wanted to ask for awhile. "Why are you named Beckham?"

"I'm not, it's a nickname." He says.

"What's your real name?" I ask.

I see him hesitate and then finally answer, "Daniel. Daniel Edward James. Crowned Prince of England."

I sit there for several seconds absorbing this information before I finally say, "Cool."

He laughs for a second and then says, "I think your the first person to not freak out after I've told them."

"Why, does it matter if you're the prince? It doesn't change how you have acted or what you've said. You are the same person, just a different name," I say calmly.

"Well, thanks I appreciate that." He says quietly.

"Of course. So are you going to tell me what we are doing?" I ask.

"Are you still up to it?" He asks.

"Of course." I reply.

"Well I originally was going to take you go karting, but I have another idea in my mind." He says.

"Should I be scared?" I ask while laughing.

"Very." He says while smiling.

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We pull up to the airport and I'm instantly confused. "Are we going somewhere?"

"Yes, we are going to London." He says.

"Why?" I ask nervously.

"Because, this is a place you've never been and I think you need to get away and not think about anything other than fun." He says.

"How would you know that?" I ask.

"Because I know everything." He says.

"Alright, how are we getting there?" I ask.

"That is a good point. How are we getting there?" He asks.

"Doesn't the prince have a private jet?" I ask while smiling.

"Not at the moment." He says with hopeful eyes.

"Fine, pull to hangar seventeen," I say tiredly. I quickly send a text to the pilot to meet us at the hangar. He pulls up just as the plane is being pulled out and I hear him gasp.