My Dear Princess (9)
Since you asked.
:)
Hi. So here is what happened to me today:
Boy: Hey
Me: Hey I'm on spring break! Warm weather baby!
Boy: Cool! Why are you staying down there
Me: My grandparents retirement home.
Boy: don't be getting an old wipper-snapper as a boy ya hear?
Me: Why not?
Boy: Cuz I said so
Me: Why do you care?
Boy: Cuz I care about you
Me: Well I care about you too :)
Boy: Do you love me?
Me: Do you love me?
Boy: Yes
Me: Yea. :)
lol.
here you go
Love,
Joslyn Miller
P.S.- can you guess who the boy is? (yes we made up. we got in a silly fight but now we are good! :) )
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Issy's P.O.V.
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I turned from the window, tears filling my eyes.
'Good' my mother says from her chair. "Now to turn you back into the Princess you were.'
'Yes, Mother.' I say I went and sat down next to her as the Art lessons began.
Over the next couple of weeks I was Isabella VanDaughen again. Not Issy. Issy was dead.
'Princess! Isabella!' reporters yelled as I walked to my castle after being out for the evening.
"Yes?' I ask the reporter.
'Who is this commener you were caught kissing?' He asks pulling out a picture that was on the paper weeks ago.
'No one. He doesn't mean anything to me now.' I tell them and walk on.
'Good job, darling.' my mother mumbles to me.
'Yes, Mother.' I tell her even though my heart felt like it was ripping itself apart. Landon, I need you. I need you now. I need you NOW.
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Landon's P.O.V.
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'Who is this commener you were caught kissing?' the reporter asked Issy. I watched the TV from my couch with a beer in hand. In the Netherlands I was old enough to drink.
'No one. He doesn't mean anything to me now.' She tells them and walks on. I cried. I cried like a little girl. I took another big gulp of my beer when my sister walks in.
'LANDON!' She yells.
'Olivia.' I mumble in a drunken state.
'Landon, get up and put the beer in the trash.' She tells me.
'Why.' I ask.
'Because she was amazing and now you have three options. Get her back, Get over her, or get drunk'
'Get drunk.' I tell Olivia.
'NO! CHOOSE ONE OF THE FIRST TWO!' she yells.
'Get over her.' I mumble.
'Fine.' she says walking over and grabbing my beer throwing it in the trash than turning off the TV. 'Now go feed the cows.' I get off the couch and do my job. Olivia was right, I need to get over her.
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Issy's P.O.V.
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'Isabella?' my mom asked end of July one day. 'Are you ready to meet Duke?' she asked. Today was the day I was to meet my future husband.
'Yes, Mother.' I say. She gives a wide smile as a tall boy walks in. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen and very handsome. But nothing like Landon. He had blonde hair that was combed neatly and pale blue eyes with a flirtatious grin.
'Isabella.' he smiles coming to kiss my hand. 'how are you?'
'Well. And you?' I ask.
'Better now, thank you.' he smiles. I fake one just so we could move on with our lives.
'I'll leave you two to get to know each other.' My mother says.
'Yes mother.' I tell her. She left with a smile and a click of the door. After talking to Duke for ten minutes I easily found out he is very self-centered. I wanted to slap him for being to into himself, but that isn't lady like. Than he surprised me by saying,
'Isabella, you are beautiful. May I take a kiss?' he asks in is heavy accent. I just stared at him. 'Come on, we are almost married, why not?' he add his stupid flirty grin.
'Fine.' I say with a frown. I let him lean in and kiss my lips softly. We were soon making out and as soon as it happened I was crying. He pulled away.
'Why are you so sad?' he asks me.
'No reason of yours, I assure you Duke.' I tell him wiping my eyes but my mascara smeared on my white glove. I miss Landon.
********A week later*********
Landon's P.O.V.
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Why am I here. This is so stupid. I hate it. I hate Olivia dragging me here. I hate my Oma and Opa making me go with her.
'Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Engagement party of Princess Isabella and Prince Duke. ' The man smiled. 'Introducing Princess Isabella and Prince Duke.' Two other men opened double doors as Issy stepped out. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress that slicked down her body. I was stunned in her beauty when I looked down her arm and she was hooked arms with a boy. The boy looked seventeen or eighteen. He was tall, with neatly combed blonde hair, and a flirty grin. He was what I would call a player. You could tell. I watched as they walked down the steps together remembering two months ago, Issy was walking down that same staircase when I first saw her.
'They will have their first dance.' the man said. They started a waltz and they began to dance. He took her proudly in his arms, just like I did that one night when we went to that club. His eyes were alive and flirty while hers were cold and sad. As the night continued she danced with many others. Finally when I was about to leave she spots me. Oh no.
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Issy's P.O.V.
**********
I saw him. Landon was here. And in a suit. He looked shocked at first but then just turned and walked away but I followed.
'Landon!' I yelled as soon as we were in the entrance which was empty.
'Princess Isabella VanDaughen.' he says turning around and bowing. 'what do I owe this great pleasure?'
'Landon' I say, tears filling my eyes.
'I'm sorry.' he tells me looking down and taking a couple steps forward to me.
'How are you?' I ask.
'Stop the small talk and let's face the facts. You aren't meant for me.' He tells me.
'We are meant to be together Landon, just admit it!' I say as tears roll down my cheeks.
'NO! Because you are not YOU any more!' he says firmly.
'What do you mean?' I ask confused.
'Isabella prance around in her little dresses and is an emotionless robot that has been taken over by politics and is getting married to a boy who she has only known for a few days and he is probably going to cheat on her. Issy, on the other hand, is fun, and is easy to be around. She actually has emotions and loves to share them and I love to hear about them. She doesn't care about politics and wants to be with ME because she loves ME. Not some stranger. YOU are Isabella. I want Issy.' he says. I am crying by this point.
'I want to be Issy for you and me but I have to be Isabella for the people.' I cry. 'i can't be both.'
'I'm leaving.' he drops the bomb.
'What?' I ask.
'I'm leaving tomorrow. Back to America.' He tells me looking away.
'Why?' I ask.
'It's time for me to go.'
'Oh,' was all I could say. 'just leave me one more goodbye.' He looks at me and suddenly takes me in his arms and kisses me passionately. I hold him tight till he lets go.
'Goodbye, Isabella.' he says turning away and I just watch. He stops and says over his shoulder, 'for a moment there, I saw Issy again.' than turns to leave.
I fell to the floor and cried.
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COMMENT! :)
Hi. So here is what happened to me today:
Boy: Hey
Me: Hey I'm on spring break! Warm weather baby!
Boy: Cool! Why are you staying down there
Me: My grandparents retirement home.
Boy: don't be getting an old wipper-snapper as a boy ya hear?
Me: Why not?
Boy: Cuz I said so
Me: Why do you care?
Boy: Cuz I care about you
Me: Well I care about you too :)
Boy: Do you love me?
Me: Do you love me?
Boy: Yes
Me: Yea. :)
lol.
here you go
Love,
Joslyn Miller
P.S.- can you guess who the boy is? (yes we made up. we got in a silly fight but now we are good! :) )
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Issy's P.O.V.
*****************
I turned from the window, tears filling my eyes.
'Good' my mother says from her chair. "Now to turn you back into the Princess you were.'
'Yes, Mother.' I say I went and sat down next to her as the Art lessons began.
Over the next couple of weeks I was Isabella VanDaughen again. Not Issy. Issy was dead.
'Princess! Isabella!' reporters yelled as I walked to my castle after being out for the evening.
"Yes?' I ask the reporter.
'Who is this commener you were caught kissing?' He asks pulling out a picture that was on the paper weeks ago.
'No one. He doesn't mean anything to me now.' I tell them and walk on.
'Good job, darling.' my mother mumbles to me.
'Yes, Mother.' I tell her even though my heart felt like it was ripping itself apart. Landon, I need you. I need you now. I need you NOW.
*********************
Landon's P.O.V.
*********************
'Who is this commener you were caught kissing?' the reporter asked Issy. I watched the TV from my couch with a beer in hand. In the Netherlands I was old enough to drink.
'No one. He doesn't mean anything to me now.' She tells them and walks on. I cried. I cried like a little girl. I took another big gulp of my beer when my sister walks in.
'LANDON!' She yells.
'Olivia.' I mumble in a drunken state.
'Landon, get up and put the beer in the trash.' She tells me.
'Why.' I ask.
'Because she was amazing and now you have three options. Get her back, Get over her, or get drunk'
'Get drunk.' I tell Olivia.
'NO! CHOOSE ONE OF THE FIRST TWO!' she yells.
'Get over her.' I mumble.
'Fine.' she says walking over and grabbing my beer throwing it in the trash than turning off the TV. 'Now go feed the cows.' I get off the couch and do my job. Olivia was right, I need to get over her.
******************
Issy's P.O.V.
******************
'Isabella?' my mom asked end of July one day. 'Are you ready to meet Duke?' she asked. Today was the day I was to meet my future husband.
'Yes, Mother.' I say. She gives a wide smile as a tall boy walks in. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen and very handsome. But nothing like Landon. He had blonde hair that was combed neatly and pale blue eyes with a flirtatious grin.
'Isabella.' he smiles coming to kiss my hand. 'how are you?'
'Well. And you?' I ask.
'Better now, thank you.' he smiles. I fake one just so we could move on with our lives.
'I'll leave you two to get to know each other.' My mother says.
'Yes mother.' I tell her. She left with a smile and a click of the door. After talking to Duke for ten minutes I easily found out he is very self-centered. I wanted to slap him for being to into himself, but that isn't lady like. Than he surprised me by saying,
'Isabella, you are beautiful. May I take a kiss?' he asks in is heavy accent. I just stared at him. 'Come on, we are almost married, why not?' he add his stupid flirty grin.
'Fine.' I say with a frown. I let him lean in and kiss my lips softly. We were soon making out and as soon as it happened I was crying. He pulled away.
'Why are you so sad?' he asks me.
'No reason of yours, I assure you Duke.' I tell him wiping my eyes but my mascara smeared on my white glove. I miss Landon.
********A week later*********
Landon's P.O.V.
******************************
Why am I here. This is so stupid. I hate it. I hate Olivia dragging me here. I hate my Oma and Opa making me go with her.
'Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Engagement party of Princess Isabella and Prince Duke. ' The man smiled. 'Introducing Princess Isabella and Prince Duke.' Two other men opened double doors as Issy stepped out. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress that slicked down her body. I was stunned in her beauty when I looked down her arm and she was hooked arms with a boy. The boy looked seventeen or eighteen. He was tall, with neatly combed blonde hair, and a flirty grin. He was what I would call a player. You could tell. I watched as they walked down the steps together remembering two months ago, Issy was walking down that same staircase when I first saw her.
'They will have their first dance.' the man said. They started a waltz and they began to dance. He took her proudly in his arms, just like I did that one night when we went to that club. His eyes were alive and flirty while hers were cold and sad. As the night continued she danced with many others. Finally when I was about to leave she spots me. Oh no.
**********
Issy's P.O.V.
**********
I saw him. Landon was here. And in a suit. He looked shocked at first but then just turned and walked away but I followed.
'Landon!' I yelled as soon as we were in the entrance which was empty.
'Princess Isabella VanDaughen.' he says turning around and bowing. 'what do I owe this great pleasure?'
'Landon' I say, tears filling my eyes.
'I'm sorry.' he tells me looking down and taking a couple steps forward to me.
'How are you?' I ask.
'Stop the small talk and let's face the facts. You aren't meant for me.' He tells me.
'We are meant to be together Landon, just admit it!' I say as tears roll down my cheeks.
'NO! Because you are not YOU any more!' he says firmly.
'What do you mean?' I ask confused.
'Isabella prance around in her little dresses and is an emotionless robot that has been taken over by politics and is getting married to a boy who she has only known for a few days and he is probably going to cheat on her. Issy, on the other hand, is fun, and is easy to be around. She actually has emotions and loves to share them and I love to hear about them. She doesn't care about politics and wants to be with ME because she loves ME. Not some stranger. YOU are Isabella. I want Issy.' he says. I am crying by this point.
'I want to be Issy for you and me but I have to be Isabella for the people.' I cry. 'i can't be both.'
'I'm leaving.' he drops the bomb.
'What?' I ask.
'I'm leaving tomorrow. Back to America.' He tells me looking away.
'Why?' I ask.
'It's time for me to go.'
'Oh,' was all I could say. 'just leave me one more goodbye.' He looks at me and suddenly takes me in his arms and kisses me passionately. I hold him tight till he lets go.
'Goodbye, Isabella.' he says turning away and I just watch. He stops and says over his shoulder, 'for a moment there, I saw Issy again.' than turns to leave.
I fell to the floor and cried.
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