The Converse Princess

11- Advisors

      I lay on my bed, breathing out. There must have been at least a hundred men and women wanting to be an advisor, and yet I still haven't found one I like. The days were passing by fast, so fast in fact that Ethan's birthday was tomorrow.

I roll onto my side, eyes dropping when my phone decided to go off crazily. I groan, rolling back to grab it and outing it to my ear. "What?" I hiss, not looking at the caller ID.

"Someone's happy," Isaac chuckles. I turn a dark red, blinking. "Long day?" He asks, I could practically hear the frown and smile in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm picking an Advisor, and I only have a day or two left to do it. Not to mention I don't even know if Ethan's birthday gift got to him! I'm so, so tired Isaac." I whine. He chuckles again, and I distinctly hear some voices, cash being pulled out and a thank you. "What're you doing?" I question, raising onto my elbows.

      "Oh, nothing. Last minute stuff for my mom. Hey, I've got to go but I'll call you tomorrow and we can all sing happy birthday okay?" I smile happily into the darkness, nodding to myself as I whisper and 'okay'. Isaac tells me he loves me before hanging up.

      Setting my phone down I finally slump into the pillows, grabbing one to my chest and falling asleep.

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The throne room was cold, and was a bright brilliant blue colour. I clearly was not a fan, by the look on my face everyone could see I was not in mood and it scared the advisors in line.

Grandmother pats my hand, smiling at me gently before turning to the next person. I was zoning out; who woke someone up at five in the morning just to make them presentable? Or a little more alive looking in my case. No matter what the maids tried I always ended up like the living dead.

A young man steps up, and I already know I don't like him. He's to fancy, clean shaven and he's got beady blue eyes. They stick out of his head, his right eyes twitching as he looks me over. A delicate smirk dances on his lips as his tongue swipes at his lips. "Perv," I mutter.

I hear someone stifling their laughter and look over, smiling when I see Derek. He was doubled over, laughing with a hand on his mouth to stifle it. I wave him over, chuckling at his distressed purple face. A few steps away from me someone grabs me, hands wrapping around my arms and holding me to their chest.

Suddenly there's shouting, screaming and cries. Everyone's running around chaotic, and the queen is being pulled from the room. I finally feel it– the coolness, the strange shape. He's holding a gun to my head. Struggling never works in movies, so why try?

Derek stands in front of me, eyes wide and wild in anger. His hands fist, and I could see him shaking. I don't know what to do– what do you do when a gun is out to your head and a pervert is holding you? Scream, run? Call for help? I'm not a stupid movie girl so why try?

Guards run in (why are there guards in 2016? Wasn't that a 1900 thing?) and strange enough they also have guns. Then I realize: they aren't guards. How stupid could I be?

My phone vibrates in my pocket. "Crap," I mutter. Isaac was calling to sing happy birthday to Ethan. Derek was still standing in the room, four various guns pointed to his head. Where were the cops?

It must have been hours, but was only minutes that we stood there scared out of our minds. But were we scared? What of? The mans hands started roaming and I snapped. I flung around, grabbing the tip of the gun as I went and snapped his arm.

He howled in pain. The room went silent as I broke the gun from his lazy, broken grasp. "Don't ever mess with a girl with seven brothers." I hiss, the man whimpers. The doors open and something like a SWAT team enters, guns at the ready when they see the bad guys. My phone was still buzzing in my dress when I pull it out.

"Hey, sorry I couldn't pick up right away, had to break a guys arm to make sure I didn't die." The SWAT people cuff and take away the other guys, leaving Derek and I. The perv man whimpers again as they move his broken arm to cuff him.

"The fact that I know you're serious is almost sad. Anyways, you're on speaker." I hear mom worrying, freaking out as something hits the table- the cake maybe?- and an off tune Happy Birthday is started. I sing along, laughing throughout the song. The twins end it, singing ever off tune and loudly.

       "Happy birthday Ethan!" I shout into the phone happily. Derek shakes his head and slumps to the floor chuckling.

      "I've gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow if I've got time. Love you all." I hang up and quickly walk over to Derek, slouching down beside him. "You all right?" I ask, grabbing his hand.

       He laughs dryly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just... I hate seeing these kind of things happen. Good people getting hurt because someone wants money or something. It's so stupid." He sobs. It's been almost three weeks now, and I've never seen him cry. Something happened to him. And then I remember. I've never met his father.

      I hug him, holding him as he cries. "I'm sorry Derek. It shouldn't have happened." He hugs back, crinkling the dress.

      "It'll be okay, I promise. Hey, you were raised here right?" It's probably the worst time to ask this but it needs to be done, and sides, he needs something good right now. He nods, pulling away and running a hand through his hair.

      "Yeah, why?"

      "I want you to be my advisor, along with the gardener for the rose."

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Omg I just did that

I feel like soon people are going to start shipping Derek and Kaylin and whatever, I already know who's going to end up with so have some fun right? Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter!