Angel: Me again! Yes, annoying the life out of everyone. Once again, my muses and my musings at work...

Disclaimer: The Twilight-derived/related subjects belong to Stephenie Meyer. And the "Smile & Fun" title belongs to the Office of Flavor, where I work (I added the Vampires part). AND "Smooth" belongs to the brilliant Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas.

ANNABELLE

I laughed at the yellow light as I sped past it with honors, like the professional driver I am. Ha, better than the Transporter himself. Delighted, I raised the volume to the song sounding in my modified radio and sang along.

Man it's a hot one,
Like seven inches from the midday sun.
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone,
But you stay so cool.
My muñequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa,
Your my reason for reason,
The step in my groove.

By this time I was receiving some weird looks from the pedestrians and a few drivers, but me being myself I couldn't care less. I reached over and grabbed my Starbucks frappuccino—which by now was my official Wednesday and Saturday mornings' addiction—, taking a sip at it as I continued cruising happily through Juneau in my second-hand navy blue Hyundai Accent while bobbing my head to the music.

And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up,
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth.

And it's just like the ocean under the moon—
Well that's the same emotion that I get from you;
You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth.
Gimme your heart make it real,
Or else forget about it.

I'll tell you one thing:
If you would leave it would be a crying shame.
In every breath and every word I hear your name calling me out.
Out from the barrio you hear my rhythm from your radio.
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow,
Turning you round and round.

Alaska Southeast. I entered the parking lot at the speed I'd been coming at and caught sight of an empty parking spot. Of course, such was my luck that the expensive car behind me now tried swerving around me to get my space. I sighed, feeling prior sympathy to the poor loser.

"Not me, darling," I said. Expertly (and rather carelessly, I must admit), I stepped on the gas and lurched forward, then pressed the clutch, threw the gear into reverse, and curved in one try into the parking space. I turned the ignition off, snatched my Starbucks, IPod, and bag smoothly before opening my door and sliding out into the cool Alaskan morning air. I grinned 

triumphantly at my A+ parking. The other driver stared dumbfounded at me from their coupé, and I shrugged in return as I clicked on the alarm.

I jogged across the parking lot until I reached the entrance and stood frozen, gazing at the huge edifice. Other students walked past me, but I was oblivious to their thoughts about me. Then again, this campus was supposed to host some 3,000 students, I had forgotten.

I took a few more sips from my frappuccino before tossing the empty container into the trash and looking at the building once again. Summing up my courage, I exhaled slowly.

"Well, chica," I told myself, "this ain't Panama."

Angel: What cha think? And Annabelle is more of a narrator/minor character. By the way, she's my alterego :)