The Apartment: London, England
'Ugh! Remind me why I let you talk my, let along drag me to those dance lessons?' groaned Marisa. She took the key from her pocket to unlock the door to our apartment. I just rolled my eyes and shifted my weight to my other foot to help support my dance bag on my shoulder.
'Because Love, it is part of our heritage and it's fun. Plus I never drag you along, I just tell you I am going and you do the rest,' I replied smirking.
'Hey! That's not fair. You can't pull the Irish heritage card!' She yelled walking into the living room. 'I'm not only Irish, hello Italian duh! The name Mele ring a bell?' she yelled over her shoulder.
'Well excuses me. It must be so hard to have two different back rounds. While I'm over here being the biggest European Mutt in London to Liverpool!' I laughed back.
Marisa and I have known each other for 13 years nw. We first met in 1st grade, in Chandler, AZ, where we grew up. Then when we graduated top ten in our class we didn't want to separate by going to different colleges. So we looked around and decided the States would be way too boring. We took a high school grad. Trip to England and fell in love. Now we are Sophomores in a respected university in London, England. Marisa is getting a degree in Musical Arts and I am getting a major in literature and foreign languages.
So far I can speak German, French, Latin, Spanish, and Gaelic fluently. I had this fetish with languages in my freshman year of High School and dragged Marisa and Shelby along for the ride. Now we are all equipped with 4-5 languages each.
Well shortly after we moved here, I found an Irish dance academy close by and started taking lessons. Two years later I take lessons and teach them. I finally broke Marisa down to come with me. So far we are living a pretty good life.
'Yeah you Irish, Polish, Italian, German, Scottish, English, French girl!' Marisa laughed. 'Did I forget anything?' I walked into my bedroom and tossed my bag on my bed. I will wash those later.
'Don't forget that my grandma is Native Americans!' I sang back. Just to be silly I jigged into the living room. Just to piss her off I did some foot work that Marisa had some trouble with in our lesson and ended with a bow.
'Oh yes, you Indian princess,' she mocked and tried to suppress a giggle at my dance. She flopped on the couch and I flopped on top of her. 'Ouff! Ha ha, you know I didn't believe you when you told me until I saw your grandma.' We both laughed. I couldn't blame her.
Who would have guessed that I was a savage. What with my blond hair, very pale skin, and green eyes? My sister on the other hand got the dark hair and skin. Oh what do I care? I kinda like the look I get when I tell people. Well speaking of my weird looks I should probably mention that I die the tips of my hair red, black, brown, or if I am feeling stranger then normal purple, green, or even tie-dye. Well this months color was red. I have been doing this since 8th grade and my ends are fried. Oh well. When you have a 4.0 GPA no one can say anything.
'Most don't Cream Puff,' and yes I do have many nick names for her.
'Ha, so do you want to get something to eat? I am soooooooooo hungry!' Marisa asked putting her hand to her head like a damsel in distress.
'Ha, sure. Where do you want to go?' I asked getting up.
'I have no clue...Let's just look around!' I rolled my eyes at her 'great' planning skills. Then I remembered something.
'Hey don't you have that concert to go to with Shelby?' I asked.
'Oh mein gott! You mean TOKIO HOTEL?!' She exclaimed. Marisa has a habit of talking in German when she gets excited, pissed, or just weird. I have the same thing except I change languages during a rant. So it would start out English, then French, Gaelic, English, and then something very unexpected. 'I wish! But Shelby is sick...AGAIN!' she sighed. 'And I am not going by myself.' she crossed her arms stubbornly.
'Wait don't you have backstage passes?' I asked
'Yeah...I won that contest for nothing.' she huffed
I laughed and shook my head walking into my room to grab my iPod. I walked back out to find Marisa smiling at me like she wanted something.
'What?' I asked unraveling my iPod headphones.
'Kayyyylllliiiieeeeee...You like going to concerts, right?' she said with her eyes getting bigger.
'Yeah...'
"And you always say you want to see what goes on behind it alllllllll"
"Marisa, just get to the point."
"Will you go to the Tokio Hotel concert with me PLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEE??" she asked with a pleading look.
"Why would I go to a concert of-"
"a band that you don't know, much less like blah blah" Marisa finished for me. "Just come and keep me company!" She looked at me with a puppy dog pout.
"You know that doesn't work on me." I said. She huffed and then got an evil idea.
"Fine but if I go by myself I am going to get you a pink thong for you birthday," she sighed.
"Okay I'll go." damn that works every time.
"Yes!"
"I'll go but are you going to see your Fill like that?" I said pointing to her sweaty dance clothes.
"HIS NAME IS BILL for the millionth time and no! I am going to take a shower." and like that's she was off into the bathroom. I heard the water running and rolled my eyes. Well this is going to be an interesting night.