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There were times that I actually believed my mother's tales. Her telling me about how my father was a prince when she met him, how he gave up the crown for her, it was handed to younger his brother, one that we never met, nor did we know his name. My brother Mikey and I used to believe her when we were little, but as we grew, we thought nothing of her "tales".
"There was one day, your father came to my house, swore he was taking me to prom. He was going to take me in the horse drawn carriage. But his father found he snuck out and had the guards find him. We never made it to the dance." She would go on and on about it. She had a rich English accent, so did my dad. My brother and I being born and raised in America, talked normal.
Mikey and I only had 2 friends, their names Bob Bryar and Ray Toro. Other then that we isolated ourselves with music and homework.
I was now 21, tired of the stories. Mikey was 17, he still enjoyed the tales. Our dad died when we were little, he got in a car accident. Mom spent 12 years raising us, telling us "everything" about him. She died a few months ago. And we couldn't keep the house. In her will she wrote.
"If I am to leave you both, no home or place. Call your Uncle Daniel. His number is in my phone book."
The thought we actually had an uncle surprised me. My mom was an only child. My father had a brother, but we never knew his name and he was the "King" of England. I think the whole Daniel is a coincidence, seeing as the king is Daniel.
"Gee...do you really think we are heirs to the throne of England?" Mikey asked as I dialed Uncle Daniel's number.
"Mikey, those are just stories." I said.
"You have reached the King of England, where may we direct you?" I froze in shock.
"Um. May I speak to King Daniel. This is his nephew Gerard Way." I said, hoping it wasn't a cruel joke of my mothers.
"Ah, Prince Gerard, will do."
"Gerard, is it really you?" King Daniel said, I almost choked. "I've waited so long to hear from the heir to the throne!"
"Um, yes Uncle...yes it is." I breathed slowly, afraid that maybe I'd hyperventilate if my breaths were any faster.
"Gee, is he really king?"
"Shut up Mikey!" I yelled.
"Your brother is there? Oh, my nephews, you must come here, live with me. I heard about my beloved sister in-law, and my brother all those years ago."
"Uncle. We can't afford to travel all the way to England."
"What is the rubbish coming from your mouth? Of course you do. You are the heir, you will have an all paid first class trip. I will make sure of it. I actually have the tickets ready, you just have to get to the airport tomorrow." I coughed loudly and almost dropped the phone.
"Gee, you okay? Breathe, what happened?" I shushed him again, and said my goodbyes and thanks yous to our uncle and hung up.
"Pack, we are going to England tomorrow, and of all places...the...the...the palace." Mikey almost flipped.
"Wait till I tell all my friends."
"No Mikey, don't this could all be a joke." I said. I still was not convinced that the king was my uncle.
We packed and headed to the airport. We got our tickets, they were first class, Mikey again flipped.
We got on the plane. I wasn't much for first class, so I traded tickets with a little girl. She was all alone, looked scared. Mikey kept her company and she seemed better off.
"Wow, I have never been first class before! Although being who I am I should have." She said. She was pretty adorable.
The flight attendant let me back in First class because the little girl wanted to talk to me. "Really? May I ask why?" Mikey asked.
"I am Princess of Denmark." She smiled. I tried not to laugh.
"Really, I am prince of England." Her eyes grew big.
"You are Gerard and Mikey Way!" She jumped from her seat. "My Daddy and your uncle have been talking about you two coming!"
"Um, yeah we are."
"I am Princess Sasha, Prince Frank couldn't be here, I came to help with a charity we fund in America. But I am going to England to meet up with my brother and his girlfriend Stephanie." She smiled, "You'd like them, they are actually suppose to pick you up, I didn't know it was going to be today! How lucky am I, being first of all in Europe to meet you both. That is amazing. Wow, so awesome. I am so glad I was first, you both are so kind. If only I could repay you. Oh I know, I'll have a sleep over with you! No wait, you are boys, Daddy wouldn't like that. Oh want to come for a tea party? No, you may break my chairs. Hm, oh yeah your mommy says she is proud of you. And--" I cut her off.
"What about my mom?" Mikey was asleep by now.
"She is proud of you for calling your uncle, she has waited for you to finally meet him. She thought you never believed her stories of your daddy. So she is happy you finally realized that they were true."
"Um, Princess Sasha. I don't want to sound mean, but you must be going crazy." I said.
"Am not! I am a sane 11 year old. I talk to dead people. All of the members of the Royal Family have special powers. No one believes that this is mine, but it is. Everyone thinks I have 'imaginary friends' but I don't, though I did have one, at least I think, he never told me how he died, so he must have been imaginary. Sorry am I rambling on?"
I blinked a few times. "No not at all." I lied. She was a talkative little girl. A few hours later, she fell asleep on Mikey's lap and I laid down too. I woke up to her and Mikey yelling that the trip was over and it was time to meet the rest of the Royal family of Denmark.
"Pleased to meet you Prince Gerard, I am Prince Frank. You know what, forget this. What's up Gerard, I'm Frank, nice to meet you."
I laughed. "Your father put you up to this. Nothing much, um, nice to meet you too... so where are we too?"
"Your new pad!" He said, a gangster wanna-be Prince, oh what joys this will bring.
"Yo Mikey, I heard you like Guitar Hero. Want to play when we get to the house?" Frank asked.
"Yeah!"
"You boys and your video games. I will so kick your asses." Stephanie smiled. Gamer chick, awesome. "Then later, I will have a tea party with Sasha and her imaginary friends."
"Not imaginary! They are real people!" Sasha protested.
"I'm sorry, her real friends." Sasha smiled.
We arrived at a huge house, not quite a palace, but it was close. We entered and a guard greeted us.
"Your uncle is in a meeting, your rooms are marked as so, Prince Frank, Princess Sasha and Miss. Stephanie are along the same hall, they can help you to your rooms." We all nodded and went to the "rooms". Honestly they were like the size of our high school gym each. We could fit an Olympic sized pool and still have room for comfort. Hell we could even have half a million cars and still be comfortable if we wanted.

I'm working on it.
But at the same time -may all my MCR lovers forgive my sin I am committing- I am writing a Jonas Brothers Fan-Fiction. So I am trying to do both at once.

Omg! I had the weirdest dream.
It makes me fear Mikey! xD

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