~*~*A/N: Been a long time since I've done one of these, huh? :-) Enjoy. De's PoV.*~*~
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I pressed my hand on the horn in the center of the steering wheel of my red Jeep Wrangler. The loud honking sound filled the morning sky, and next to me, Jess covered her ears.
"De, it's six thirty," she moaned, "I don't think the people in Kristin's neighborhood are going to appreciate this."
"Well, our boat leaves in a half an hour," I said, slamming my hand on the horn again. "If Kris doesn't come out soon, I'm going to go in there and personally kill her."
Suddenly, a tired, whining voice was heard from the upstairs window.
"Stop honking your horn," Dylan, Kristin's brother, called out, in mid-yawn. "I'm trying to sleep."
"You're probably interrupting his wet dreams about Gollum and Danny," Jess said with a giggle.
"Probably," I said in agreement, as I blasted the horn again. From the back seat, Ian mumbled something incoherant, as he fell back asleep. He had pretty much passed out the moment I picked him up from his house.
Kristin, Jess, Ian, and I were visiting Europe for the summer. We were going to spend the first few weeks in England, then Scottland, Ireland, Denmark, and France. Ian was trying to convince us to also visit New Zealand and Australia. We were planning on leaving that morning on a large cruise ship that would dock in Brighton, England, in a few days. That is, if Kristin ever got her butt out of her house.
Just as I was about to lean out the window and start screaming obscenities, Kristin stumbled out of her front door, carrying a large suitcase awkwardly. I gave her a practiced "look" as she threw it in the trunk, and hopped in the car next to Ian.
"Ready?" she asked breathlessly and bright-eyed.
I rolled my eyes, and slammed my foot down on the gas. We were off.
~*~*Meanwhile...in Middle-earth...*~*~
"Will you tell us already?" Pippin begged of his friend and second cousin, Frodo Baggins.
"Yes, please!" Merry chimed in.
Frodo sighed in frustration.
"Why can't you tell us what you got Gandalf for his birthday?" Sam wondered aloud. Frodo shot him a look.
"It's a surprise!" he cried, throwing his hands in the air. "Besides, you'll find out soon enough. His birthday is tomorrow, you know."
"I suppose we will have to wait," Pippin said reluctantly.
"Aye, you will," Frodo said firmly, closing the discussion.
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"Rise and shiiine!" Jess said with a giggle to Ian, as I opened the trunk to get our luggage out of the car.
"Ughhh," he grumbled, sitting up to rub his eyes.
"What did you pack in here?" I muttered as I pulled out Jess's suitcase. "Bowling balls? Rocks?"
"Actually, they're bricks," Jess said with a kooky grin. "But good try."
I laughed, pulling the last of our bags out. I closed the trunk, and locked all the doors.
"Do you know what kind of car we're renting in England?" Ian asked, with a yawn.
"No clue," I replied. "As long as it has wheels, I don't care."
"Dude," Jess said, "...we're going to Europe!"
I laughed, and headed towards the dock. It was going to be one hell of a time.
~*~*A/N: Take it, Jess!!*~*~
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I pressed my hand on the horn in the center of the steering wheel of my red Jeep Wrangler. The loud honking sound filled the morning sky, and next to me, Jess covered her ears.
"De, it's six thirty," she moaned, "I don't think the people in Kristin's neighborhood are going to appreciate this."
"Well, our boat leaves in a half an hour," I said, slamming my hand on the horn again. "If Kris doesn't come out soon, I'm going to go in there and personally kill her."
Suddenly, a tired, whining voice was heard from the upstairs window.
"Stop honking your horn," Dylan, Kristin's brother, called out, in mid-yawn. "I'm trying to sleep."
"You're probably interrupting his wet dreams about Gollum and Danny," Jess said with a giggle.
"Probably," I said in agreement, as I blasted the horn again. From the back seat, Ian mumbled something incoherant, as he fell back asleep. He had pretty much passed out the moment I picked him up from his house.
Kristin, Jess, Ian, and I were visiting Europe for the summer. We were going to spend the first few weeks in England, then Scottland, Ireland, Denmark, and France. Ian was trying to convince us to also visit New Zealand and Australia. We were planning on leaving that morning on a large cruise ship that would dock in Brighton, England, in a few days. That is, if Kristin ever got her butt out of her house.
Just as I was about to lean out the window and start screaming obscenities, Kristin stumbled out of her front door, carrying a large suitcase awkwardly. I gave her a practiced "look" as she threw it in the trunk, and hopped in the car next to Ian.
"Ready?" she asked breathlessly and bright-eyed.
I rolled my eyes, and slammed my foot down on the gas. We were off.
~*~*Meanwhile...in Middle-earth...*~*~
"Will you tell us already?" Pippin begged of his friend and second cousin, Frodo Baggins.
"Yes, please!" Merry chimed in.
Frodo sighed in frustration.
"Why can't you tell us what you got Gandalf for his birthday?" Sam wondered aloud. Frodo shot him a look.
"It's a surprise!" he cried, throwing his hands in the air. "Besides, you'll find out soon enough. His birthday is tomorrow, you know."
"I suppose we will have to wait," Pippin said reluctantly.
"Aye, you will," Frodo said firmly, closing the discussion.
~*~
"Rise and shiiine!" Jess said with a giggle to Ian, as I opened the trunk to get our luggage out of the car.
"Ughhh," he grumbled, sitting up to rub his eyes.
"What did you pack in here?" I muttered as I pulled out Jess's suitcase. "Bowling balls? Rocks?"
"Actually, they're bricks," Jess said with a kooky grin. "But good try."
I laughed, pulling the last of our bags out. I closed the trunk, and locked all the doors.
"Do you know what kind of car we're renting in England?" Ian asked, with a yawn.
"No clue," I replied. "As long as it has wheels, I don't care."
"Dude," Jess said, "...we're going to Europe!"
I laughed, and headed towards the dock. It was going to be one hell of a time.
~*~*A/N: Take it, Jess!!*~*~