Oh yeah, oh yeah, new story, new story! *dances around*
Enjoy, my lovelies!
All the madness began the day my best mate called me from Puente Antiguo. I was having a nice, relaxing afternoon with my cat, Cappuccino, in the flat Darcy and I used to share. I had a steaming mug of tea, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on DVD.
No pants, no bra, no problems.
Until my phone rang. As soon as I heard 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé, I knew who it was.
"Darce! How are you?"
"Lissie! Hi!" Darcy Lewis is very loud, if you didn't know, so I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Hi Darcy."
"Okay, guess what?"
"What?"
"You totally should come visit this week! I asked Jane and she asked Erik, even though she's in charge, and Erik said it was up to Jane so Jane asked me about you, and I said you were totally the coolest person ever! And then she asked if you were the kind of person to get in the way of her work, and I said 'Heck, no', and then Jane said it was okay if you came and so I asked where you'd be staying, and Jane said you could either stay with us or in a hotel, but you should totally stay with us and yeah."
"Um..." I shook my head, trying to process that overload of information.
"Oh, come on Lis! Pleaseeeeeeee," Darcy begged until it physically hurt to hear her whining.
"Fine, fine! I'll get the next flight out. You're lucky I've got an inheritance to blow." My great-times-a-thousand-aunt or some random relative I'd met like, once, had decided they absolutely adored me and shoveled off their entire life's savings into my bank account when they died.
"YES!" Darcy screamed into the phone. Cappuccino ran for the hills or, rather, my bedroom.
"Listen, Darce, I've got to go, I've got a few friends over and-" She cut me off.
"No you don't, you're watching Ninja Turtles."
"No I'm not."
"You so are."
"So what if I am?"
"You need a social life, Lissie." I squawked in protest.
"I have a social life!"
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"When was the last time you left the apartment?"
"Flat."
"What?"
"It's called a flat."
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is!"
"Not in America!"
I'm in America!"
"Yeah, but you're not from America."
"But...touché."
"That's what I thought."
"But, for the record, I left the flat yesterday."
"For what?"
I didn't say anything.
"Lissie..."
"What?"
"What. did. you. leave. the. apartment. for?"
"Um..."
"Ailis Claire MacDonall, what did you leave the apartment for?"
I muttered a response.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Candy."
"Oh my god." And with that, Darcy hung up on me. I stared at my phone, mildly offended.
"Rude."
And then, just to spite her, I turned on Ninja Turtles and definitely did not book my ticket.
Somehow, I found myself packing my bags the next morning. Darcy had been living in New Mexico for a little over a year, but she considered herself an expert on what I should bring. Little did she know, though, I'd traveled most of Europe with my Da right after he'd found out he had cancer, so I knew how to pack.
Actually...no.
Darcy absolutely knew that. She knew everything about me. I zipped open my suitcase, stuffing everything in.
T-shirts, in.
Jeans, in.
Shorts, in.
Panties and bras, in. (stop squirming and face reality)
Bikini, in. (Why a bikini? Oh, please, I know Darcy like the back of my hand)
All that other rubbish like toothpaste and whatnot, in.
Finally, I closed it up and set it at the foot of my bed for the next morning.
I'm coming, Darcy.
A/N: For the record, no, I'm not dead. I didn't fall off the face of the earth. I wasn't kidnapped. I'm just lazy and blocked.
But, hey! Here I am!
~Blue