Chapter One: Make a Wish…

Summary: Two teenage phantom phans both make a wish on a shooting star. The same basic wish, though different in details. One soon finds herself in a strange new situation where she has no way to communicate and soon finds herself as incapable of fitting in as she was before; only this time with a language barrier. She comes to rely on the one man who can understand her (quite literally!) and who seems so similar yet so different from all she has heard of him. (Okay, so it's a sucky review, just read it to see of you like it! )

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of PotO, though Sarah and Tiffani are obviously my characters. Blah, blah, blah, you people know the drill.

The antique grandfather clock in the hall was just striking 1 A.M when Sarah and Tiffani quietly entered the latter's home. It was summer vacation, so they know Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez wouldn't care too much that they were past curfew by 2 and a half hours, but didn't want to wake them.

Wordlessly they descended into the basement. Although it was unfinished in every sense of the word, Tiffani's grandparents had installed a TV, playstation, and torch lamp, along with an old, lumpy couch that was older than either of the girls. For the past 2 summers Sarah had practically lived at Tiffani's house and the friends literally lived in the basement, thanks to sleeping bags and a portable stereo.

Tiffani pulled a DVD case out from under an overturned bowl of week old popcorn and put the disc in the playstation. Both girls plopped down on the couch, immediately sinking into the pathetic cushions, and squealed in delight when the movie started. In the three days so far that summer that Sarah had stayed at Tiffani's house, they had watched The Phantom of the Opera eight times. Both girls shivered in delight the moment the song Music of the Night began.

"I'd give anything to be Christine!" Sarah sighed, staring intensely at the screen.

Tiffani nodded distractedly, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Shut up, I can't hear!"

By the end of the movie both of them were crying and cursing Raoul for stealing the phantom's only love.

"Poor… Erik." Tiffani sniffled, hugger her knees to her chest.

"I wouldn't have left him." Sarah said, starting wistfully up at the ceiling.

Tiffani raised an eyebrow at her 17-year-old friend.

"No offense, Sarah, but you've dumped every boyfriend you've ever-"

"Erik'd be special!" She pouted prettily.

They settled their dispute by doing what they always did: distract themselves. Sarah turned on her ipod, setting the headphones next to her with the volume on max, and they forgot their problems to thanks to Michael Crawford.

"If I met Erik, I'd want him to be like Michael Crawford's version." Sarah commented, smiling dreamily.

Tiffani gave her a doubtful look. "Gerry's is infinitely sexier."

"Who needs sex when a man can sing like that?" Sarah replied, gesturing towards the ipod.

"Well, I do."

Both of them laughed, changing into pajamas and climbing into their sleeping bags. Sarah lay in silence, staring out the window, half-listening to Tiffani talk about Gerard Butler.

"Look Tiffani! A shooting star!"

The two friends grinned at each other, knowing that they were making the same basic wish, regardless of whether it involved a man who sang like Michael Crawford or looked as good as Gerard Butler. As soon as she'd mouthed the last words of her wish, Sarah felt as though she'd consumed an entire bottle of sleeping pulls. Within a minute she'd fallen deeply asleep, a light shimmer beginning to form around her.

TBC…

I already have the next two chapters done, but before I can upload them, I need a bit of help with language. If anybody can speak French, could you please write the following phrases in your review. (Grumbles about her French-speaking friend having ditched school for the last month)

1) Do you need anything, miss?

2) Are you lost?

Mask-shaped cookies for all my reviewers! skips around singing random phrases from PotO as it rains cookies