"Um.. yeah. Uhh.. Well.. we're actually doing a girls night thing tonight, so we should probably head on." You say, trying to change the subject. Caroline tells the fella's goodbye while you round up Erin and Chelsea.
(Start Call Me Irresponsible)
You brush a hand down your arm as you stare absentmindedly into the busy restaurant. Since saying goodbye to the umbrella-twirling group, you've changed into some simple and fun evening-out-at-the-beach attire.
What you're wearing: 
Caroline stays in what Chelsea and Erin put her in, which looks like this: 
Erin's clothing: 
Chelsea's outfit: 
“Anna? Hello?” Chelsea asks and waves a hand in front of your face.
“What? Oh, sorry. Um, what were we talking about?” You ask, turning to Erin, then to Caroline. “Are you okay? It's not normal for you to zone out when we're discussing Josh Groban's.. other side.. and William Moseley's veins, for goodness sake.” Erin says and gives you a concerned look.
“Aw, don't worry about her. She's probably just still stuck in time with Jason in his.. hotel room..” Chelsea slyly says and gives an evil chuckle. You laugh with the other girls and easily slip into a very goofy conversation.
“Soooo.. what do you think he meant??” Caroline asks eagerly about.
“About what?” Erin questions.
“You know! When he said.. 'Oh drat.. I forgot to put my laundry away before I left home. Mom's going to be mad.'” She replies and looks up with big eyes, waiting for a response. You laugh and reply partly serious to try and please her, but also with a hint of sarcasm, “I'm sure it was him professing his ardent adoration and love for you, Cara.” She detects your sarcasm and frowns. Erin looks at her and laughs, “You mean you don't think he meant that he forgot to put his laundry away and his mom will be mad?”
“Of course not!” Caroline silences Erin. “Boys never say what they mean.”
“Yeah.. tell me about it.” You agree and think of your conversation with Jason earlier.
“Okay what happened???” Chelsea half-shrieks.
“Nothing happened!” You roll your eyes and chuckle at how easily they can tell what you're thinking.
“Anna!!” Caroline pleads, “Please help!! You're my personal psychiatrist after all!”
“I'm starting to think you need a real psychiatrist..” Erin mumbles.
You laugh, but appease Caroline, “Well, let's see. He forgot to put his laundry away which probably means he's kind of irresponsible.. which could be kind of cute. Also he put in that his mom would be mad, so he's definitely conscious of how she feels on the subject.. you know, aware of how his actions effect other people and caring what they think...” you fabricate (sort of), totally over analyzing the statement by Skandar. So fun. Caroline lets out a dreamy sigh. “I knew it! He's amazing!!” she exclaims.
“Oh my gosh guys.. LOOK.” Chelsea points. You all turn your heads. “No! Not all at once!!” she cries. You all turn your heads back to the table and scratch your necks, etc. as you try to be discreet.
“What are we looking at?” You ask with an awkward “I-hope-I'm-not-getting-caught-staring” cough.
“That guy... he's Johnny Depp..” she replies. You all immediately look up at her.
“What??”
“Yup, right over there! But don't look!” She adds.
“Hey look!” You exclaim. “The window! You can see the reflection of the restaurant in the window! Look! There he is in the reflection!”
“Oh my gosh!” Erin explodes.
“Look at his goatee!!” Caroline giggles.
“Um.. may I take your order?” A slightly short and small man who looks both terrified and confused asks. Your eyes fight to stay in their sockets as you try not to blush.
“Umm.. yes..” you swallow.
“Great.. my name is.. Patrick. And I'll be your waiter this after- evening, I mean. Um, would you like something to drink?” he stumbles out.
“Sure!” Caroline chirps. “I'll have iced sweet tea.”
“Diet Root Beer for me.” Chelsea tells.
“I think I'll go with... sweet tea also.” Erin agrees.
“Wait, hold on..” Patrick interjects, fumbling with his pen. “Sorry, it's my first night.” he apologizes and then looks at you.
“That's okay. I'll go with water, thanks.” You request encouragingly.
“Okay, I'll have those out for you in just a few minutes.”
You smile as he walks away. “Poor guy. First night and the place is hopping.” You glance back after a minute to find Erin trying to draw Skandar on a napkin according to Caroline's gushes. Chelsea's laughing madly and exclaiming something about how Erin's artwork looks like a cross between Kronk and Indiana Jones. Erin giggles as she starts over.
“What is THAT?” Chelsea cries in horror over Erin's interpretation of Dom.
“Well.. he's.. got chicken pox and doesn't feel good.. or something..” Erin laughs in a high voice.
“Chicken pox? CHICKEN POX? He looks like he's about to barf, Erin..” Chelsea rambles. Erin laughs at her lack of.. tact.
“I think my picture of William Moseley is the best.” You say and hold it to your heart. “Thank you Erin, I shall treasure this napkin always. Too bad you couldn't get Jason's jaw line right. But hey, you're not perfect. ... and he is.. so.” All the other girls groan. “Whaaat?” You laugh playfully.
“Hey!! All three of us should draw Elijah for Erin!” Caroline pops up. You grin evilly as Erin smacks her head with an, “Ohh Lord..” Unfortunately she was the only one of the group of you who had been given the artistic gift. Well, Chelsea swears she has it, she just hasn't “opened it” yet. Caroline grabs a piece of paper out of her purse and hands it to you. You all have a jolly time “screwing up his
cowlick” and “ruining the gap in the middle of his front teeth!”
(Stop Call Me Irresponsible)
(Start Bad Day)
Thirty minutes later, Patrick walks up with your drinks.
“I'm so sorry it's taken so long.” He says, embarrassed.
“That's fine, don't worry about it.” Erin kindly brushes it off.
After another thirty minutes, he's taken your orders and you're all waiting patiently, enjoying the evening together. Still, you feel extremely bad for Patrick because he is having a very rough first night since the place is packed and people are rude. Several times you've seen him screw up an order, get “lost,” fumble with plates, and especially have to deal with guests who are not being very understanding. You just can't help feeling bad for him after all of that trouble.
Your eyes wander around the restaurant in hopes of finding something interesting to watch when you spot Patrick taking some beers to a table of drunk patrons. Just before you open your mouth to say something like, “We should really over-tip him..” he trips and spills the beer all over the guests, covering the table. Oh.. my.. Several of them stand up, all of them curse madly. People around begin to laugh. And then the beer-soaked peeps start to get angry. Things just keep getting worse for poor Patrick!
“Oh my gosh guys.. look..” you mumble. Just as all of the girls turn to gaze, “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter comes on the radio in quite perfect timing. You all let out a conclusive, “Awww!” as the manager of the restaurant (it's kind of like an.. O'Charley's or something) rushes to the spill zone. He expresses deep sorrow and tells them to not worry about the bill, covering for Patrick, who is madly rushing to get something to clean the floor and tables. Another waiter stops him before he can get too far and starts to mop up the mess for Patrick saying, “Don't worry, bro, I'll clean it.” Patrick sighs, “Thank you so much, I owe you one.” in a desperate, airy voice, almost as if he's about to cry. While he's going to get more beer for them, the manager stops him behind the counter and rebukes him for a minute, then pats him on the back with a few encouraging words, telling him to get back to work. Meanwhile, you all are staring worriedly and feeling generally sorry for Patrick. He picks up a tray (very carefully, I might add) and begins to walk into the restaurant area again. When you realize he's coming toward you, you have a small spazz moment and quote, “Quick, act like you're talking to me!” You all very easy drop into a fake, but seemingly realistic conversation about pine trees and prom dresses.
“I'm so sorry about all of this and the wait.. do you need anything else?” Patrick says after awkwardly putting down your plates.
“I think we're GREAT.” Erin says encouragingly. She always has a knack for being that way.
Patrick smiles, “Okay. Great. Well, thanks.” then turns and walks away, looking very downcast.
“Aw, guys, what are we gonna do?” Caroline asks, in reference to making him feel better. You all agree to be extra extra extra nice (as nice as you can be without being flirtatious) and end the evening by giving him a huge tip.. hoping that will ease your urges to go give him a big group hug.
(Stop Bad Day)
You soon find yourself back in your hotel room, tired, but extremely hyper.
“We need CHOCOLATE!!!” Chelsea exclaims, bouncing off the hotel bed and leaping through the air to the big fluffy couch.
“Hey, why don't we make cookies?!” Caroline suggests.
“That sounds great! In fact, I just picked up some cooking supplies from the grocery store!” Erin informs you all and rather conveniently lifts up a plastic bag held in her hand that has a package of semi-sweet chocolate chips peeping out the top.
“You went to the grocery store.. ?” Caroline asks as you all stare on.
“You know on our way home when ya'll had to stop and take a picture with the giant crab statue that resembled George Washington? There was a grocery store right beside that parking lot.” Erin shrugs nonchalantly.
“But you were in the picture- making your lizard face!” Chelsea reminds.
“No no no, after the picture, when you started trying to climb up the statue. I decided it might be a better idea not to since we had skirts and dresses and such on, but there wasn't any convincing you so I decided to go shopping instead.”
“There was nobody there to see anything.. duhh..” You roll your eyes.
“That's not the point! The point is.. you'll be alright.” Erin finished in a Bilbo-accent.
“Well screw the reasons, let's make COOKIES!!!” Chelsea blurts and runs into the chicken while giggling evilly. And yes, I just accidentally typed chicken instead of chicken. I MEAN KITCHEN. Wow. Moving on.
“Okay, we need music.” Caroline decides and leaves the kitchen (not chicken) in search of serenadous tunes.
“Hmm.. well.. we'll need a bowl.” Erin says, looking quizzically at all the cabinets. Chelsea assumes a racing stance. “Ready?” she asks grinning. “GO!” you shriek and laugh as you all three barrel through the beautiful kitchen cabinets searching for the perfect mixing bowl.
(Start I Like To Move It Move It)
“Ah, this'll be perfect!” you hear Caroline proclaim from the other room. Not long after, she bumbles in with a disco ball and strobe lights, motioning for Chelsea to help her. In a record amount of time, they have the ball mounted on the ceiling and the strobe lights set precariously about the spacious kitchen. Caroline dips out of the room and returns with her iPod and sound system and scrolls through her playlists until she stops on “Dancing Songs.” Before you really know what's going on, you hear, “I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!” and techno style music throbbing through the entire hotel room. Nice bass boost, you think as the floor shakes underneath your feet. Chelsea dances backward toward you bumping with every beat and rolling her shoulder toward you, then away, then repeats. You laugh and join in, doing your own dance, looking something like a pecking robot chicken mixed with a milk carton. Soon you all are dancing around the kitchen as you make the cookies.
“Stir the dough.. stir the dough!” Chelsea says as she dancing with the spoon as she stirs.
“Light on... light off... light on... light off.” You say as you dance from one foot to the other and shake your booty while flipping the lights in the kitchen on and off in time with the music. Erin nods as she dances over to another cabinet and pulls out the mixer. Caroline cracks the four eggs with a crack-crack-crack! swishing from side to side. You grab Chelsea and start dancing with her and breakin' it dowwwn. Mm yeah! I like to move it move it! You like to move it move it! He likes to move it move it! She likes to MOVE IT! You then proceed to pick up the mixer off the counter (Erin put it down when she started to do the robot) and turn it on and off with the music, mixing the dough in a very sparatic manner, breaking out into random dance moves in the process. Caroline washes her hands and tosses her paper towel into the trash with, “And throw it away! Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm..” -humming the music.
Just after you drop the cookies onto a cookie sheet, stick them in the oven, and start seriously dancing wildly you hear a faint knocking sound. You look at each other with questioning looks(still dancing with the music, of course), then Erin raises her finger to say, “I'll see what's up.” since it's too loud to actually talk without yelling.
She moon walks to the door, doing a body wave to place her hand on the door knob and slips out of the door in a very smooth manner.
(Stop I Like To Move It Move It)
(Start Classical Music)
“Uh-lijah!” She exclaims.
“You sounded especially cute and.. Southern when you said that.” he blurts, then blushes. Erin would have giggled if she wasn't so shocked. “Um um- um..” she stumbles, trying to figure out words.
“Wow, you look really.. hot..” Elijah starts, seeing a few beads of sweat on her brow and noticing her heavy breathing. “I MEAN.. you look warm, temperature wise, like you look like you've been working out. I MEAN NOT that you need to! I mean like you've been dancing!” he tries to say. And fails.
“Dancing? Oh, pshh.. dancing is for losers.” Erin shakes her head and motions like she's sweeping the thought away.
“I rather enjoy it.. .. is that.. music?” Elijah asks with curiosity as he feel the shaking wall. Erin toys for a moment with the thought of giving Elijah a big hug because he's just so adorable, and making him leave. She decides both are necessary.
“Well.. um.. actually.. no. No music except for this lovely hallway tune..” Erin says with a nervous laugh and continues unwillingly, “But, Lij.. this isn't exactly a good time..” then waits for a moment and pounces on him, giving him a monster bear hug. All she hears is a little, “oh.” from Elijah, who, after saying “Okay, well.. I'll catch you later then..” smiles and walks away., strutting his stuff and completely proud as if someone just whispered in his ear, “Go get 'em, tiger.” Oh wait, sorry, that did happen. Erin whispered it to him along with a few other sweet nothings. Erin sorrowfully watches him board the elevator before stepping back inside the hotel room. Partly because she loves him, partly because she doesn't want him to hear the chaos that is going on inside the hotel room.
(Stop Classical Music)
(Start I Like To Move It Move It Again (scroll back up))
She walks back in the hotel room to find the other girls in a chain, dancing around the island in the kitchen and hurriedly tacks herself on the end. You smile at her and she smiles back, telling you everything's fine. Chelsea starts singing along with King Julian (it's that version) when he starts to tell the story and you all dance while laughing at her- excuse me.. with her. Soon the song ends and immediately another starts..
(Stop I Like To Move It Move It)
(Start Macarena)
(Keep in mind you'll have to actually listen to the music and pause/fill in spots with your imagination)
You all gasp and rush to form a line, posing sideways with your hands on your hips in a rapid succession, preparing for your dance. Your heads slowly rise with the few beginning measures and when the bass beat starts in, you all pump your hips the same way. You all look to one side, still pumping your hips, then to the other, then in front and raise your hands above you slowly then slide them down your sides before dropping to a dramatic crouching position and slowly standing upright again and striking poses. When the girl starts to sing, you all begin to strut around, raising your eyebrows at each other and generally acting.. bad. You're not very good at it, but you all try, which is quite a funny thing to watch. You purse your lips and bop your head back and forth just before you all jump in a line and start doing the real Macarena dance when the guys start to sing. Chelsea opens her mouth as she puts her hands on her hips, then smiles evilly. When the girl starts singing, you pretend you're her and start mouthing the words as you jump down the line of girls with the beat while wagging your finger. “I don't want him, can't stand him!” The other girls nod in agreement with “what you're saying,” then you all jump back into the Macarena dance. In the part without singing, you all start in with different dances such as the robot, weird stop-motion dancing (which works well with the strobe lights), and linking together to do a slow-motion body wave, then when the bass comes back in you all start dancing like you had been before. Just as you're about to jump back into the Macarena dance itself, Caroline accidentally bumps into the iPod as she dances backward and changes the song. Oops.
(Stop Macarena)
(Start So She Dances)
Once you all hear the first few notes and recognize the song, Erin gasps and runs to the balcony, preparing to make her entrance. Chelsea switches off the lights, then stands patiently in the corner of the living room area, making the expressions of the person “singing.” Caroline plops on the couch as you grab your round hairbrush, watching you and getting ready for the romantic dramatization of the song. When Groby begins to sing, you begin lip-syncing into the hair brush, making “Groby expressions” and “visualizing” and “feeling” what he's singing. It goes something like this:
A waltz when she walks in the room [Erin enters hotel room from balcony, swaying with the music.]
She pulls back the hair from her face [Erin dramatically wipes the hair back from her face and swishes her hair, slightly crincking her neck in the process.]
She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight [Erin spins around to the window and trips on the potted plant as she tries to “sway in the moonlight”]
Even her shadow has grace [Erin looks down at her shadow and does a little dance]
A waltz for the girl out of reach [Chelsea reaches out in melancholy toward Erin, then grasps the air to her heart with a look of agony]
She lifts her hands up to the sky [Erin shoots her arms up and twirls around a bit.]
She moves with the music [Erin sways again.]
The song is her lover [Caroline sighs helplessly.]
The melody's making her cry [Erin pretends she sobbing into her hands.]
So she dances [You close your eyes getting carried away with what your “singing”, and Erin begins to pretend to dance with a partner around the hotel room]
In and out of the crowd like a glance
This romance is [Caroline falls over on the couch, completely caught up in the fake romance.]
From afar calling me silently
[You begin singing again] A waltz for the chance I should take [Chelsea now takes “center stage”, waltzing with an imaginary partner..]
But how will I know where to start? [..then making a questioning gesture.]
She's spinning between constellations and dreams [Erin spins helplessly, making fists and flipping her fingers to make “star” motions and snoring at the same time.]
Her rhythm is my beating heart [Chelsea makes large heart beating motions with her hands to her chest.]
So she dances [Erin continues dancing as Chelsea begins to “sneak up” on her and “watch her from afar”]
In and out of the crowd like a glance [Caroline giggles flightly while Chelsea ducks behind the couch to get out of view of Erin]
This romance is
From afar calling me silently [You mournfully look at Caroline, full of emotion, and she returns your gaze with a concerned look. When he goes into falsetto you open your mouth wide while raising your eyebrows, like he always does. Chelsea fights back laughter.]
I can't keep on watching forever [You nod your head back and forth.]
I give up this view just to tell her [You hold out your hand to the dancing Erin, slowly lower it, and bow your head.]
[Chelsea puts the disco ball's spotlight attachment on.] When I close my eyes I can see [You shut your eyes and reach out in front in front of you, in the direction of Erin and Chelsea]
The spotlights are bright on you and me [Chelsea turns the spotlight on you. You bring your hand back to your forehead, shading your eyes from the light- all the while making Groby expressions.]
We've got the floor [Chelsea bows to Erin, Erin nods.]
And you're in my arms [Chelsea takes Erin in her arms.]
How could I ask for more? [You smile/smirk like you're extremely, but peacefully, happy.]
So she dances [You break out into a grin, singing. Chelsea and Erin dance together across the hotel room.]
In and out of the crowd like a glance [You keep singing, but follow them with your gaze around the room.]
This romance is [Caroline begins to cry because she's so touched.. romance typically does that to her.]
From afar calling me silently [Erin breaks away and walks back onto the balcony.]
I can't keep on watching forever [Chelsea dramatically shakes her head and paces back and forth, reaching out for Erin and mouthing like she's calling her name.]
And I'm givin' up this view just to tell her [Chelsea finally “decides” and runs to Erin on the balcony who's turned away, looking toward the sea.]
While' you're finishing the songs with “oooo..ooooooo..oooooo...ooooo's,” Caroline starts wiping her face and in a cracked voice whispering, “Say, 'Yes!' to him- say 'Yes!'!! He LOVES YOU!!” You can't take it anymore and burst into laughter. “Caroline!” you say, “It's not real, babe, it's not real!”
“Oh. Right.” she replies with a giggle. “I forgot.”
(Stop So She Dances)
Just then, you hear the oven beeper going off.
“THE COOKIES ARE DONE!!!” You cry and charge to the kitchen, completely switching gears from being an over-emotional Groby to a cookie-happy female savage. That's quite a switch if I've seen one..
“Wow. These all look so different..” Chelsea observes when you place the cookie sheets on the counter.
“I think it's cause we all rounded our cookies a little differently.” Erin says.
“Oh.” Chelsea nods.
“But they were all made with love!” Erin insists.
“Uh.. I'm pretty sure mine were made more with like.. genius.. luck... superpowers..” Chelsea contradicts.
“Well, mine were made with love. And paranoia. And possibly drugs..” Erin says.
“I think mind were made with- um, um- cuteness, static electricity, and.. Groby's voice!!” Caroline bursts, then giggles helplessly. Again. ;)
“I think mine were made with.. hotness, most certainly, um, cheesiness, and.. oh, definitely laughter!” You chime. You all laugh as you begin to devour the cookies.
After you're sufficiently filled with cookies and milk, you decide to get ready for bed, then break out the Mountain Dew and watch Star Wars Episode: III. You all rush to the bedroom/bathroom to get dressed and washed and generally clean and comfy. Caroline and yourself finish first and go to wait on the couch. As Chelsea is trying to boot Erin out of the bathroom by sticking her toiletry bag on her head like an army helmet and threatening to bust down the door with rabid gummy bears and Hillary Clinton, she realized you and Caroline are giggling quietly on the couch.
(Start Remember the Name)
Turning around quickly, she begins to strut toward you, doing her best model walk and smirking, “Bathroom wear.” hinting at the bag on her head. Erin sees what's going on just as Chelsea is returning to the bathroom from her model debut and decides to join in. She grabs a box of tissues. “Sick wear.” she says, prancing down the make-shift runway while pretending to sneeze and toss a tissue down. Chelsea comes again, with “Teeth wear.”- a toothbrush in one hand that she's pretending to use, and mouth wash in the other hand. Then Erin struts down with, “School wear,” holding a sole pencil and showing it off as she sticks it in her hair and makes a huge “ta-da..” face. Chelsea, not wanting to be out done, wags her hips down the runway shaking a salt packet. When she reaches the end, she stops, dramatically shakes some salt into her mouth, and winks, “Extract of ocean wear.” You burst into fits of laughter.
(Stop Remember the Name)
Finally you sit down to watch the movie, which in turn is very entertaining since every time Hayden comes on screen you all shriek with laughter (because of earlier events of the same day) and half the time you're doing voice-overs for the characters (“Why are you brushing your curls? You do know they're just going to totally frizz-out and look terrible, right?” “I thought it'd be kind of cute- eheeheeehee!! Your own little fuzzball-” “Hahahaha.. no.” or “You're so... beautiful. Well, not as beautiful as me, but-” “*gasp!* Anni! How could you say something like that??” “Well, I.. that's not exactly what I meant..” or even, “Did I ever tell you about Darth.. Percolator?” “No..” “I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Percolator was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to draw stem caf out of thin air...” “He could actually draw stem caf out of thin air?” “ The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be.. unnatural.”) Toward the end, you all begin to get very emotionally torn up about Anakin's actions that propel him to the dark side, complete with wailing and sobbing into your pillows. To cheer yourselves up after the movie is over (you're all quite distraught about Padme dying, Anakin turning to the dark side (even though Chelsea says it's kind of hott), etc.), you decide to paint each other's toenails.
Through the course of painting, due to extreme laughter and hysterics, Erin accidentally spills the bottle of red nail polish she was using to paint Chelsea's toes all over the bed they are lounged on and Chelsea herself. Erin hurriedly calls room-service to request a new comforter while laughing her head off as Chelsea begins wailing about being mortally wounded. Caroline starts to laugh, but you cut her off with, “It's a painful thing, and it's nothing to be snickered at..” you say in a Scottish accent, pause, and then continue with the quote, “And when she told us, we were, “Gosh, are you alright? And stuff.” Then Chelsea chimes in, “It was painful.. it was very painful.”
“And then she told us the next day. 'That's terrible. It's not getting any better.'” You say in your best Billy voice.
“Obviously it was just spilled nail polish. I went and had it checked out and I was on set again the next day, sot it was fine. Just part of the job.” Chelsea quotes. Then you start again, “A week later: 'Spilled nail polish.. oh, it's still spilled is it? Right. Okay.” There's a knock on the door and you jump up, saying, “I'll get it!” and thinking it's the room service people with the new comforter.
When you reach the door, you yank it open. Before you can get your entire, “Helloooo..” out, you stop dead.
“Hi Anna.” Jason smiles warmly.
“Hey!” Dom peeps out from behind Jason.
“We were just.. uh.. in the vicinity and thought we'd stop by and say hi!” Elijah stumbles.
“Hello there!” Billy greets.
“We went to dinner at the Chinese restaurant and brought you all some fortune cookies.” Jason says half-kidding, but holding up a bag of fortune cookies. “I know they're your favorite.”
You try and think quickly. “OH! HAHA HI! So nice to see you GUYS! Thanks, thanks – um, actually we're a little busy right now-” Then loudly from the other room you hear, “My lungs are hurtin' I think my pancreas has been split, my spleen's been ostracized..” “Oh babes, oh babes it hurts! And I can't ride the horse now babes..”
Then Caroline calls, “ANNA! We need you to be Billy again!” and you hear Caroline pipe up, “The can be fragile, the elves. Particularly the.. Mirkwood.. strain.”
You're at a loss of words, so all that comes out it, “Oh..”
“Uh, is this a bad time?” Jason asks, looking a little concerned.
“Um.. heh.. well.. yes, I guess you could say that. Really, thanks for the fortune cookies, I'm sure we'll really enjoy them. Sorry to sorta reject you like this but I, uh-”
“-are they quoting.. is that.. hey-” Elijah starts.
“-so thanks and goodbye!” You exclaim and recluse back into the hotel room, shutting the door and wiping your brow as you think about how close that was. Whew.
Much later in the night, you all find yourselves exhausted and ready for bed.. you settle down quite easily (despite a horrific cockroach scare that involved flinging things across the bedroom and moving to the living room to sleep on the couches so you wouldn't have to be in the same room as the roach.. that turned out to be a hair clip.) Soon Caroline and Erin fall asleep, leaving you and Chelsea awake and talking while listening to Josh Groban.. oh dear.
(Start Canto Alla Vita)
The conversation goes as follows:
Anna: Yeah, is not as weird when guys are older and like you..
Chelsea: I know, cause it's sort of the well-known thing that guys should be older than girls in a relationship. Also it's a lot different when it like a 10 year old and a 15 year old or a 40 year old and a 45 year old.
Anna: *glances down at iPod* Guess what Chelsea? *nudges* Josh Groban is only 27! It's only like a .. 8 and a half year age difference!
Chelsea: Yeah, cause I'm sev-eighteen! ALMOST NINETEEN.
Anna: Seventeen, really?
Chelsea: *continues over Anna* So yeah, totally would work out.
Anna: Wow, you said nineteen very.. um.. shmexy-ly.. hahaha..
Chelsea: *laugh* I'm going to send him a letter that says, “Hi, I noticed we were pretty close in age- let's get married. Signed, Fan.”
Anna: *CRACKS UP* Wow. Yes.. nice letter.
Chelsea: Thanks, there never was such eloquence heard.
Anna: Hm, yes.. and it would be so advantageous too, seeing as how he would die way before you. Then you could find true love!
Chelsea: Yes, since this would obviously be solely a superficial marriage.
Anna: Cause you'd only marry him for his money. And his hair.
Chelsea: And his doe eyes.
Anna. Oh, and his voice, of course, duh. And his piano playing skillz.
Chelsea: Mhhmmm.. Just out of curiosity, I wonder how many girlfriends he's had and what does he like and on average how long does he keep them?
Anna: And does he like.. I don't know.. one nighters or.. long-timers?
Chelsea: And does he like short brunettes or tall blondes-
Anna: Haha! That kind of rhymed! One nighters-long-timers..
Chelsea: -or fat people with multi-colored hair..
*silence*
Anna: *LAUGHS* Oh my gosh I just thought of something hilarious!! But I'm not going to say it-oh my gosh that was so bad.
Chelsea: What??
Anna: No, I can't.. it was so bad.
Chelsea: WHAT???
Anna: Ohh.. my gosshh... *hand to forehead*
Chelsea: You have to tell me!
Anna: I can't..
Chelsea: Well you have to.
Anna: I don't think I can.. it's too.. um.. adventurous. For us.
Chelsea: Huh??
Anna: Like it would be too.. dirty. Like not dirty, but.. dirty.
Chelsea: *raises eyebrows* .. dirty?
Anna: I mean! Not the kind of dirty that would mentally derange you for life, but like.. still dirty. And.. bad. Like I wouldn't want to make Josh Groban look like a skank.
Chelsea: No, you couldn't do that. I can't see Josh Groban being skanky.
Anna: Well.. we don't exactly know that..
Chelsea: Well I guess that's true.. if the govenor of New York can be a slut, then so can George Washington! *GASP!!!* That's not who I meant to say!!!
*MAJOR LAUGHTER!*
You quickly decide it is high-time for sleep, judging by the progression of your conversation. Soon both of you are also sleeping peacefully.
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