The Grand Paris Ballet
After a long second semester at Pike High School and the defeat of Frieza months back, Zarbon and Morgan were finished taking their finals, Jada too was excited because his ballet teacher had chosen him to go to France and dance in the big production of Swan Lake.
After school was out, the three friends went to the mall to hang out and shop. Zarbon and Morgan had a ball shopping, but Jada was board, but defiantly tolerated it. In all honesty there wasn't anyone that Zarbon wanted to shop with more, but Morgan. They decided to eat at the food court where Jada got a salad, Morgan got a salad and Zarbon, got a salad.
"Why did we all get the same thing I wonder?" Morgan said.
"Because I need to eat healthy so I can dance," Jada said.
"But Jada you don't dance on Pointe, if you did then you could find a reason to eat salad." Morgan said.
"No Morgan its more complicated than that, I have to stay skinny so that I can look my best and dance my best I have to exercise constantly and I have to be in shape." Jada said.
Zarbon looked at his salad, "Morgan why is there chicken in my salad?" he asked.
"Because you ordered chicken salad Zarbon," Morgan said.
"That was the only type of salad that they had besides beef salad, I wanted crocodile salad." Zarbon said with a pouty look on his face.
Jada put his fork down, "Ew see nobody here eats crocodile, we usually eat chicken, pork or beef." Jada said.
"But I can't eat a cute little animal like a pig, and I can't eat bird because chickens are helplessly stupid, and as for beef, well it's very unhealthy." Zarbon said.
"Surely you have a better excuse than that," Morgan said.
"Ok fine you want to know the truth? Ok I'll spit it out; I'm a pescetarian I eat seafood, vegetables and fruits." Zarbon said.
Morgan and Jada started laughing, Zarbon frowned at them, "Sorry Zarbon it's just that I've never met anyone so picky about what he eats." Morgan said.
"My religion is special, it allows us to be kind to creatures and to bless them before we eat them," Zarbon said.
Although to tell you the truth, Zarbon didn't really follow a special type of religion, he was very spiritual and did believe in a higher power, but he didn't once bless the fish or anything else for that matter. He flat out lied about it, and Morgan and Jada caught onto this lie, only finding it funnier and funnier the more they thought about it.
"What are you a Muslim? I hear those guys train their kids to kill infidels like us." Jada asked.
"That does it; I don't want to have this conversation anymore. If you two are going to ridicule me for being picky well then I'll go sulk in my room!" Zarbon said.
"Zarbon we're not ridiculing you, we're just curious I swear that's what it really is! Besides we are nowhere near your room." Morgan said.
This room Zarbon was talking about could have been either Morgan's room, the couch downstairs or the couch in the basement. He didn't sleep in one particular room, he used to sleep in Morgan's room, but since things had gotten so tense between them, he went and stayed either on the couch in the living room or the one downstairs.
"This country is so stupid; I can't believe I live in a country that doesn't serve crocodiles!" Zarbon said walking away to sulk privately.
"Poor guy, do you think you can handle him when I'm in Paris?" Jada asked.
"Don't worry Jada, I'll find a way for him to fit in I swear I will." Morgan said.
"He's so high maintenance though; I have never seen a guy ever who looked like they had such high amounts of testosterone, and turn around and act more feminine and delicate." Jada said.
"That's just Zarbon; he's quite an unusual guy. He's definitely got a lot of testosterone and loves to work out a lot, but he's been really kind to me. Oh sure he sometimes acts very emotional and affectionate with me, but I was under the impression that every girl wants a man more in touch with his emotions. It's basically every girl's wet dream." Morgan said.
"Uh, girls don't have wet dreams Morgan. And you never thought to ask him out? What's the big deal, other than the fact that he's an alien with turquoise skin, green hair and gold eyes? Oh and the fact that he's forty three and you have to wait until you are sixteen to officially…never mind I won't go there, but you could at least hint to him that you are very interested in him." Jada asked.
"I don't know if I could do that, he's just so handsome, so muscular and taller than me, and he's got a sexy, deep, smooth voice. Then there is that accent of his, it's almost like he's from England, even though he has never been to England. I'm scared he's going to cheat on me with someone prettier than me. Also why would he truly love a defect like me?" Morgan said sighing.
"Oh come on now, he adores you, I mean he uh, how do I put it this way?" Jada asked.
Jada did not want to tell Morgan that Zarbon had feelings for her, he tried before to tell her, but Morgan mistook it as talk and nothing serious. He just didn't know how to tell Morgan that Zarbon had feelings for her, and he didn't tell Zarbon that Morgan had feelings for him either. In the past he told Zarbon to look for signs that Morgan was into him, but she was crappy at giving the signs off.
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked.
"He's very kind to you, I know he has a kind heart, he really does, that is if you can get past his vanity, and his awkward flirting. Hell he went to the opera with you, and he doesn't even like the opera, and at least he's not one of those dumb jocks that pick on us. He could have easily gone with the more popular kids, but he didn't, he stuck right by us." Jada said.
"By the way, unless you have met every Muslim on the planet, you cannot simply come to the conclusion that they are training their kids to kill infidels." Morgan said changing the subject.
"But the Quran is contradictory to the Bible, and, and…" Before Jada could finish what he was saying Morgan interrupted him.
"Sorry Jada, but you completely lost me," Morgan said drinking her lemonade.
"Our priest told us this, he says that Muslims kill Christians in Muslim countries, he says that it's dangerous to live in a Muslim country as a Christian." Jada said.
"That might be true, but has a Muslim actually tried to kill you here after finding out that you are a Catholic, who might I add told me one time that I was going to go to heaven for being autistic, until you found out I resurrected Zarbon from the dead?" Morgan asked.
"Oh Morgan cut the bullshit, I never said that you were going to go to heaven for being autistic." Jada said.
"Yes you did, you said that since I was autistic that I would be automatically accepted into heaven. Guess what though I don't care if I go to hell! By the way, I don't believe in a heaven or a hell." Morgan said smiling.
"I'm done talking about religion; I cannot wait to go to Paris! Yes! I have always wanted to go!" Jada said.
Later that week Jada took a plane to Paris and landed at the Paris airport, he then took a taxi to his dorm where he was supposed to stay with the other ballerinas.
He then sat at the desk that the place provided for him and started writing in his diary, "Dear diary, it's me Jada it's my first day in Paris and I can't see the French being so snobby at all. They seem passionate about people speaking French a lot though; I mean if you utter even a word in English they'll call you a fuck-head to your face, but in French of course." Jada wrote down.
At the dance studio, there were some French ballerinas in the classroom and Jada stepped into the classroom with his pink legwarmers on, he then thought about asking them if this was the right room or not.
He reluctantly cleared his throat, "Excuse me but is this Room 17?" he asked in English.
Everyone looked at him as if he said the wrong thing; the funny thing about the Parisians was that they required people to speak French to them and they did not even want to bother to speak to anyone else in any other language. After all, it is rude to the French to speak to them in another language that was not theirs to begin with, even if they did speak English. For the best luck, find a young person who will gladly speak English with you.
Then a tall woman named Madam Genevieve walked up to the 5'6 Jada, "Who are you?" she asked in French.
"What?" Jada asked. He got out his French dictionary and looked in it for a while, and then he put it into his bag.
"Hello I'm the American boy they sent over from America." He said and some of this was stuff he tried to remember from French class.
"Hello you must be Jada Banks, I'm Madam Genevieve." She said proudly.
A girl named Jaclyn whispered to another girl, "Is that boy American? He looks too tan to be a typical American, and he's so skinny!" She said giggling.
Bianca the girl that Jaclyn was talking to giggled, "He's too cute to be American, and Americans are not usually this hot. Maybe he's gay." She said.
Madam Genevieve turned to Jaclyn and gave her a stern look, "Bianca, shut up you silly girl! Keep doing crunches!" She said.
She then turned to Jada, "Jada you're the boy from America? You'll be dancing separately from the girls." She said.
Jada's eyes grew wide, this was different usually in his ballet studio in the states, he usually danced with the girls, "I'm more used to dancing with the girls," Jada said.
"Sorry but you don't have a choice!" Madam Genevieve said pretending to look bored.
"Yes madam," Jada said with a mean scowl on his face walking out of the room.
"Bye Jada!" Bianca yelled out in English.
Jada stopped dead in his tracks, he looked at her. God she was cute, that blond hair, those big brown eyes and that Mediterranean tan that was similar to his, expect he had Vietnamese in him.
"Bye!" Jada said waving to her, and then he bumped into the bar by mistake and then ran out while the other girls giggled at him.
Meanwhile back in America a couple of weeks later, Morgan was talking to her mom. "The Greek festival is this weekend; I need someone to go with. Jada cannot go with me like usual, because he's over in Europe with his ballet company. I also don't trust Tre enough to go with him, he might hit on me. Erin also said she didn't want to go with me, I don't have anyone else to go with." Morgan said.
"I cannot go this weekend either, I promised Cathy that I would have dinner over at her house, and I also have a weekend meeting to attend to. The hospital is demanding me to attend." Diana said.
Zarbon, who was watching TV in the background, couldn't help but notice that Morgan was talking with Diana about the Greek festival. He had never been to a Greek festival ever, since he was new to earth for only a few months, he couldn't help but be curious about this.
"I'm sure you can find someone else to go with." Diana said.
"But I don't have any other friends to go with; I also don't want to invite Erin's friends to go with me, because that would be too weird." Morgan said.
"What about your father?" Diana asked.
"Dad doesn't like the smell of lamb." Morgan said.
Why those beach dogs! They wouldn't even bring Zarbon up, who was the obvious choice of whom to go with! He knew how to drive too, which meant that he could have driven Morgan to the festival, but no….Morgan wouldn't even bring him up. Zarbon then decided to go into the kitchen to see if he could get Morgan's attention.
Zarbon got up and went into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator, got some lemonade and put some ice in the glass, but nobody seemed to care.
"Would you like a glass of lemonade, any of you?" Zarbon asked.
"No thank you, but mom who can I take to this festival?" Morgan asked.
"What's so great about this festival anyway?" Diana asked.
"Its Greek mom, this means they have lamb, which neither of us bother to cook. They also have a Greek salad, baklava, parfaits and sometimes people break into Greek dancing at random, which means they get into a dance circle and start dancing. They also have that one Greek Church which is awesome and I want to see it from the inside, even though I'm not a Christian anymore." Morgan said.
"I guess you are out of luck then, oh wait I think there was someone else that you could consider going with, if you wanted to really badly." Diana said smiling.
Morgan then said, "Who? What's his name, is he cute? I mean he doesn't have to be classically handsome, because I'm not really looking for arm candy…"
"Morgan this is just a festival, nobody cares who you take with you." Diana said walking out of the room.
Morgan sat down at the table, she was frustrated and she didn't know if she should actually take Zarbon with her. Going out in public with him carried some risks, they weren't horribly bad risks, but they weren't going to disappear. Also there were risks of girls who were gullible enough to look past the fact that he was an alien, who would hit on him for being good looking too.
"Is there a problem?" Zarbon asked as he poured a glass of lemonade.
"No thank you Zarbon, I don't want lemonade," Morgan said.
"I know you don't, you told me already and besides this is my glass. Did you change your mind, do you want it now?" Zarbon asked.
"Oh no thank you, I just don't have anyone to take with me to the festival is all." Morgan said.
"Do you really want to go that badly?" Zarbon asked.
"It would be nice if I could go, but I don't really want to go by myself, bad people might be out to get me." Morgan said sighing.
"I highly doubt it, you have to be careful about going anywhere now-a-days, the world is a dangerous place to live in, but I doubt if anyone would want to kidnap you from the Greek festival of all places." Zarbon said sipping his glass of lemonade.
"Well if I bring someone who looks like they could beat their ass up, then maybe I won't feel so scared." Morgan said.
This did nothing but feed Zarbon's ego, he knew he was tough looking, and he knew that the moment he crossed his arms that it would intimidate the hell out of someone. How was he going to convince her to take him then! He had to tell her without getting cocky, that he was a great benefit to take with her to the Greek festival; he could scare away anyone that she felt threatened by.
"I have always wanted to know what it's like to go to a Greek festival." Zarbon casually said.
"You really want to go with me?" Morgan asked.
"Yes absolutely," Zarbon said smiling.
"But the last time we went someplace, which was the opera, you were bored and you bitched about me drooling over Pavarotti." Morgan said.
"This might be better; do they have any vegetarian meals there?" Zarbon asked.
"Yes of course they do, they have a big Greek salad, but it's too much for me to eat it all." Morgan said.
Meanwhile in Paris, Jada was in a French class, which the ballet teacher forced him to take if he was going to dance at all. Jada had to speak French and he was bored with the other American students that were in the class, the part that sucked the most about it was that fact that it was mostly college students in his class and he was the only fifteen year old there.
"Monsieur Banks, what is the word for Spain?" The teacher asked.
"It's Espona," Jada said.
"That is correct," the teacher said.
"I wonder who that pretty girl was; I thought I heard the teacher call her Bianca." Jada thought about her all day long, until the night came.
Jada saw Bianca after her ballet class, she was taking off her Pointe shoes at the bar, and he walked up to her, "Hello Bianca." Jada said.
"Hello monsieur Jada, how can I help you?" she asked in English.
"Well I need your help, do you think you could help me pick some French up?" he asked.
"Ok sure cute one," She said giggling.
Jada could not help but blush, later on he was with her in her room she then got a bunch of books in French out, Les Miserable, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, and The Phantom of the Opera.
Jada looked at the books and put on a fake smile, "Wow you like the same books that I like!" Jada said.
"You know what is so special about them?" She asked.
"Hard telling, what?" Jada asked even though the answer was right in front of him.
"They're not only in French but they all take place in France!" she said.
Jada rolled his eyes, "I figured," he said.
"Come on, we'll start reading now," She said sitting with him on the bed.
"Ok I'll choose a book then, The Hunchback of Notre Dame." He said.
Later on he was as bored as hell; after all, he was reading advanced stuff that even he could not pick up in French class, "There once was a creature so ugly that everyone was frightened of him. His name was Quasimodo; he had red hair with a humped back." Bianca read in French.
Jada could not help but put his hand on hers. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Oh so sorry, you're doing great keep on reading!" Jada said with a smirk on his face.
She continued to read aloud and seemed to be reading very liberally, "He was abandoned as a child and raised by the horny priest named Claude Frollo. Then one day, years later Frollo laid eyes on a gypsy girl named Esmeralda, she was so beautiful, but not very bright. She was spoiled rotten because all those horny men would crowd around her and…"
Just then, Jada put his hand on hers again, "Jada you're doing it again," She said.
"Doing what?" He asked.
"You're touching my hand," She said.
"I'm sorry it's just that you're so cute and when you read in French I get turned on by you!" Jada said.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," She said.
"I'm sorry too, I bet that you're not actually reading the whole story to me either, you're just summarizing the whole plot," Jada said.
"Ok you caught me; it's far too hard for me to read you the entire text, especially if your French is what do we call it in English? Elementary?" She asked.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Jada asked to break the ice.
"I don't know, come with me!" She said taking him by the hand.
Jada found himself by Bianca's side at the Eiffel Tower, "You dragged me out into the night to show me the Eiffel Tower?" Jada asked.
"Yes it's the most famous building in all of Paris!" She said.
"So what?" Jada asked.
"Don't you care about our culture at all?" She asked.
"It's not that, it's just I'm trying to figure out the significance of you bringing me here." Jada said.
"Well I wanted to pick a place to make out," She then grabbed him and kissed him on the lips and they made out with one another on the grass under the stars.
As the night went on, Jada returned with Bianca to his dorm where he was staying, made love to Bianca which was also the night that he lost his virginity. For once, he did the right thing, let go the thought of being a virgin when he gotten married. This was the 21st century for Christ sakes, nobody needed to stay pure anymore for marriage, that was just silly and such "dark age" thinking.
The day arrived for the Greek festival; Morgan and Zarbon went together like they originally planned. They arrived just in time for lunch, Morgan had a lamb sandwich known as a gyro, Zarbon had a big Greek salad. There was that chocolate parfait that Morgan ate, and they both shared some baklava. Later on they went into that Greek Church that Morgan wanted to go into, just to look around.
Then there was that time when Morgan bought herself a headband that was gold and had leaves on it, some of the venders were wearing these headbands and some of the customers were too. Morgan then took a mirror and put the headband on, and she looked in it and smiled at herself. Zarbon couldn't help but smile at her when she was clearly not paying any attention to him.
Then she caught him smiling at her and then his smile sort of faded, "Do you like my headband?" Morgan asked.
"You know when you are wearing that headband, you kind of remind me of someone." Zarbon said.
"Who?" Morgan asked.
"Helen of Troy," Zarbon said.
This was the cheesiest thing he had ever said to her. When he tried to hit on her, the "I want to marry you and have children with you" line was a classic, but this nearly knocked that line out of the park. Then there was that one time when they went out into a remote field after school during the winter and he asked if it was a date they were on, but that was just as awkward especially since they knew each other only a few days before, but this super cheesy line really spoke volumes.
"Oh I thought Helen of Troy was a blond." Morgan said.
"I never knew what hair color she had actually, why do you assume she was a blond and not a stunning brunette?" Zarbon asked.
"But how do you know if Helen of Troy actually looked like me or not if you weren't there when the Trojan War happened?" Morgan asked.
"I would think it's more subjective and comes down to interpretation. How do you know she was a blond?" Zarbon asked.
"Just because I saw some paintings of her, and well she appeared to be blond most of the time." Morgan said.
"Like I said, it's all down to interpretation, I take that back you look more like Aphrodite than Helen of Troy." Zarbon said.
"Aphrodite was a blond, or a strawberry blond." Morgan said as Zarbon rolled his eyes.
Later on they were watching the Greek pre-teens and teens dance in groups. They also watched how random people who were not from the group dances would get up and start randomly dancing in circles, just like Morgan said.
Morgan then looked over at Zarbon, "Do you want to break into dancing too?" she asked.
"I don't dance, I have never been good at dancing, and I find myself to be painfully awkward when I try to dance." Zarbon said.
"Good me either!" Morgan said.
However, moments later they tried to dance in a circle with the other Greeks and non-Greeks; it was a disaster because Morgan broke the circle. Then they tried to dance with one another, that was a disaster too, Zarbon managed to step on Morgan's foot a few times. Then they just sat down for the rest of the afternoon and relaxed and watch people dance to Greek pop music that was playing.
"This is exactly why we shouldn't have danced at all." Morgan said.
"I kind of had fun, but only because I was dancing with you." Zarbon said.
"You stepped on my foot a few times." Morgan said.
"I'm sorry about that, but let's not forget that you broke that dance circle, you just stopped in the middle of nowhere and people started bumping into you." Zarbon said.
"I had a cramp," Morgan said lying.
They both then started laughing, who knew they would have so much fun at this Greek festival, and they weren't Greek either. She could safely say that she had more fun this year with Zarbon than she ever did going to Greek festival with Tre or Jada. Last year Jada was kind of boring to be around, and Tre tried to hit on the hot Greek women walking away from both Jada and Morgan.
As they were relaxing and watching the other people dance, they would sometimes look at one another, usually when they knew the other wasn't paying any attention.
Then Morgan caught Zarbon and said, "You like my headband too much don't you?"
"Maybe," Zarbon said rather demurely.
On the night of the ballet, Jada was behind the stage nervous, "Oh I'm the main guy in the ballet, help me!" he thought to himself.
"Don't worry Jada, you'll do just fine!" Bianca said, they embraced and kissed on the lips.
They both danced the night away on the stage, at the end of the ballet, people threw flowers at them, "Wow that was amazing, I didn't do as bad as I thought I would have," Jada said.
"Let's go back to my dorm and have sex!" Bianca said.
"Ok no problem!" Jada said.
The next night, Jada was on the phone with Morgan. "How is Paris so far?" she asked, after all it had been two weeks since Jada had left.
"It's great I lost my virginity, have you lost yours yet?" Jada asked excited.
"Jada, that is way too much information for me to handle," Morgan said.
"Are you and Zarbon a couplet yet? Or are you still going to wait until you are sixteen to become a couple?" Jada asked.
"Keep writing to us, we love letters from you." Morgan said.
"I will and I'll bring you back a souvenir from the ballet academy in Paris." Jada said.
"You don't have to, good bye Jada; I'll let you know how it goes." Morgan said hanging the phone up.
That morning in Paris while it was still night in America, Jada walked up to Madam Genevieve proudly like a swan holding his head up for everyone to see, "Monsieur Jada," She said.
"That's me!" Jada said with a cocky smile on his face.
"Now that we are done using you for the ballet, we're going to send you back to the States." She said.
Jada's world came crashing down, he planned to stay the summer in Paris on the account that he would be taking European ballet, but no instead, they used him for a stupid ballet that he could have danced easily in the USA, his mouth dropped, "What? But the summer isn't over yet!" Jada said.
"I hope never to see you again American!" Madam Genevieve said.
"Ok fine, I hope never to see you again either!" Jada walked away and slammed the door shut.
"God the French are such idiots! They're so stupid and they hate Americans! I'm not going back to America, not now; I have looked forward to this entire summer to spend it in Paris!" Jada said throwing a temper tantrum.
Bianca could not help but overhear that conversation between Jada and Madam Genevieve, "Jada what's wrong?" She asked.
"I'm going back to America, but I don't want to go back, I came here to dance not to just be shipped back when they were done with me!" Jada said sighing.
"Don't be upset, things sometime happen the way we don't want them to," Bianca said, putting her arm around Jada and looking into his deep blue eyes.
"What about us?" Jada asked.
"Well honestly I thought that maybe if I had sex with you, then I would get over my ex-boyfriend," Bianca said.
"Ok then I want to go back to America now," Jada said.
"Wait why don't you just do some traveling around a little bit instead of going back to America," Bianca said.
"Like where too?" Jada asked.
"Go to Germany it's a pretty place and they have a great mountain where you can ski a lot!" Bianca said.
"Ok I'll take my chances," Jada said.
At dinnertime in the USA Zarbon, Morgan, Erin and Diana were eating a chicken from the deli; Zarbon once again obviously passed and went for a salad. Morgan had so much fun at the Greek festival with Zarbon, she wanted to do something else with him, but she just didn't know what.
Morgan then thought to do something impulsive, "Zarbon stand up," Morgan said.
"I'm sorry?" Zarbon asked.
"Just do it ok?" Morgan asked.
So Zarbon stood up and then said, "Now what?"
"Hold your hand out towards the floor," Morgan said.
"What's going on Morgan, you're scaring me." Zarbon said.
Morgan then got down on one knee and Zarbon was amazed, yep he was certain he knew what she was going to do, so he played along.
"My dear BFF Zarbon," Morgan said.
"Yes?" Zarbon asked getting all happy inside.
Morgan then cleared her throat, "Will you…"
"Yes?" Zarbon asked getting nervous, he knew what was going to come, he knew that maybe deep down inside she would say yes to everything he asked her the day after they met.
Morgan then said, "Will you…"
"Come on love what is it you want to tell me?" Zarbon asked getting a little anxious.
"Will you, go to the Dairy Queen with me after dinner and then take an evening walk with me around our neighborhood?" Morgan asked.
Zarbon was nothing, but crushed! He thought for sure she was going to ask him to marry him. Wait, wait, wait, this was all wrong, it was the man who was supposed to propose to the girl right? Come to think of it, she didn't even have a ring. Then again he never really seen very many proposals in person, most of Frieza's soldiers never married.
Zarbon never saw Shasha propose to Miretta and he never officially saw Constantine propose to his adoptive second cousin Icey. But of course, Morgan was legally too young to get married, what the hell was he thinking?
"This is a little too weird for me," Erin said getting up and going upstairs to her room and shutting the door.
"Well sure Morgan, I am not big on sweets because I don't want to get fat." Zarbon said.
"Please Zarbon, it will be fun, I had so much fun with you at the Greek festival." Morgan said.
So they went to the Dairy Queen and well it was as fun as, ok it sucked! Zarbon just sat at the table looking gloomy, while Morgan was enjoying a Blizzard, back in the days when Blizzards were actually good and worthwhile. Zarbon got a vanilla milkshake and he didn't go at it like Morgan went after her Blizzard.
"Morgan dear, we didn't have to come here, we could have done something more interesting," Zarbon said.
"I figured since we are BFFs, it would not matter where you would go with me, as long as we go somewhere, to be honest I had to get the hell out of that house." Morgan said.
Zarbon then said, "I did too, but…"
"But you wouldn't have it any other way?" Morgan asked.
"Of course I wouldn't," Zarbon lied.
He didn't want to be at the Dairy Queen, it wasn't a romantic place, and it wasn't a place that was guaranteed to open Morgan's eyes up and make her realize that her BFF as she called Zarbon was probably more of her soul mate, the thing was Morgan did like Zarbon like that. In fact this next part just shows how silly these two were being in courting each other, as they were sure that the other just wanted only sex.
"While I got you alone, I need to ask you something, as a man." Morgan said.
"What is it?" Zarbon asked sipping on his milkshake through his straw.
"Let's see here, I like this guy very much but I don't know how to ask him out." Morgan said.
"I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask about this. I'm not an expert on romance, but if you must know I like this one girl and I don't know how to ask her out." Zarbon said.
"So who is this special girl anyways?" Morgan asked crossing her arms as if a little alarmed.
"I won't mention any names, but I think she's really amazing." Zarbon said.
"Oh really, are we talking about amazingly stupid or just amazing in bed? Like what do you mean by amazing?" Morgan asked.
"So amazing that she doesn't know it." Zarbon said.
"Yup that's as vague of a description as I guess you will give to me. You really are a man of few words aren't you?" Morgan asked.
"So what's this guy like?" Zarbon asked staring intensely into her eyes as if he was trying to get something out of her.
"Hum how to describe him? Uh, he's an interesting person, yah that's all I will say." Morgan said.
"Ok now how would you give me advice as a woman on asking my dream girl out?" Zarbon asked.
"I guess I would just ask her out, maybe not come on so strongly or overdo it, because you would sound and look like a dork if you did. Besides you sometimes come off as being cocky especially about your physical appearance and I am more than puzzled about this; I mean how the hell are you so chicken to ask a girl out if you are so vain about your physical appearance?" Morgan asked.
"I'm really shy and she probably doesn't like me like that. When you really like someone, and I mean actually want to date them, it's intimidating to ask them out." Zarbon said.
"Well how is she going to know if you don't ask her?" Morgan asked.
"I suppose you're right." Zarbon said.
"So how should I ask my dream guy out?" Morgan asked.
"Maybe be honest with him about how you feel? Are girls even supposed to ask guys out?" Zarbon asked.
"I'm not quite sure, but this guy is so intimidating that it's almost impossible for me to muster up the courage to ask him out." Morgan said.
"What I cannot understand is that you claim, and yes you have claimed this to me before, that you are God's gift to mankind and so good looking, and yet you cannot ask this guy out? I guess we're in the same boat then." Zarbon said.
"For sure," Morgan said.
It didn't help that when they both tried to read each other's mind, that brick wall was up. But they should have taken those brick walls in their minds, as some kind of sign that maybe it was hiding more than just a fantasy or a thought of sex. Oh well, maybe next time?
Jada once again go onto the phone with Morgan the next night.
"By the way, they were going to send me back early, but I'm going to Germany instead!" Jada said.
"You're what? The land of your ancestors?" Morgan asked.
"That's the place, and I think I'm going to go to Romania as well." Jada said.
"Good luck with that, write us back ok Jada?" Morgan asked hanging the phone up.
Later on Zarbon was downstairs watching Nickelodeon; he was watching SpongeBob Squarepants, Morgan's favorite cartoon besides South Park and the Simpsons. In this SpongeBob episode, Patrick did something to upset SpongeBob so much that SpongeBob became blindly hateful of Patrick.
"Patrick you're such a bad friend!" SpongeBob said on the TV, basically what most of the audience of this show was thinking in many other episodes before this one aired.
"Who?" Patrick asked.
"See Patrick I hate you! You are so stupid that everyone in Bikini Bottom hates you!" SpongeBob said.
"I hate you more!" Patrick said.
"No I hate you way more!" SpongeBob said.
"Zarbon, could you watch something else?" Diana asked as she walked up behind Zarbon.
"No this is Morgan's favorite show; I'm turning it on for her until she comes down and decides whether or not she wants to watch it." Zarbon said.
"Who died and made you the boss? This is my house and what I say goes." Diana said.
"No I won't do it!" Zarbon said.
Morgan then walked downstairs to see Zarbon and Diana arguing, "What's going on here?" she asked.
"I turned your favorite show on so you could watch it with me!" Zarbon said.
"That's really sweet of you." Morgan said.
All the sudden the phone rang, "I'll get it," Diana said picking it up.
"Yah what mom?" Diana asked.
Zarbon and Morgan listened to Diana's conversation with Morgan's grandma, and even though it was funny to hear how frustrated Morgan's mom was talking to her grandma who was hard of hearing, it was kind of annoying at the same time. Why couldn't those two just get along?
"Mom why does it matter what kind of brand of ice cream I get you? I do not want to take it back, not after you took a bite out if it! Good bye I'm finished!" Diana said throwing the phone to the other side of the room.
"Diana, should you perhaps calm down?" Zarbon asked.
"She drives me nuts!" Diana yelled.
"Let's go upstairs," Zarbon, said rushing to the staircase.
"I'm with you on that one!" Morgan said following him.
After spending another week in Paris with Bianca, Jada was ready to go to Germany on a train, it was the cheapest way to go, he was at the train station with Bianca in the rain, "Are you sure that you won't come with me?" Jada asked.
"Nope I can't I'm the prima ballerina, will you write to me when you get to Germany and when you get to America?" she asked.
"I sure will! Thanks for buying the ticket for me, and for taking me to The Louvre, and Notre Dame I felt like I had a spiritual awakening there." Jada said.
She smiled and kissed him on the lips, "Good bye Jada, I have no idea when we'll meet again." She said.
Jada then got onto the train and looked out the window as the train left the station.