Hello! I decided to start a fangirl fic, so try to enjoy yourself, and please review

Lilly and Natasha sat in front of the TV, their eyes glued to the screen as thunder boomed and lightning flashed outside the big plate glass windows.

"Is it time?"

"A few more seconds… now!"

Both girls were absolutely obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean, especially the navy boys. They both sighed dreamily as Lt. Groves, Lt. Gillette, and Commodore Norrington all sat around looking important and hot.

"I would so love to meet them." Lilly sighed.

"Yeah, me to." Natasha agreed. "What do you think we would say to them?"

"Um, stutter, stutter, you're hot, stutter, stutter."

"So you think we would be in to much awe to form coherent thoughts?"

"I have no idea what you just said."

"Look it up in a dictionary, dumbo."

"If I don't know what they mean, do you really think that I would be able to spell them?"

"Oh, fine." Natasha huffed, standing on her tiptoes to reach a red, white, and orange book with blaring green letters. Instead, she grabbed a large, surprisingly light black book, with the words "Ici Là Être les Monstres" on the front in swirly silver lettering.

"What's that?" Lilly asked from over Natasha's shoulder, the silver glinting in a sudden flash of lightning. Lilly screamed and ran for cover under a desk.

"Oh, come on silly. The worst it could do is kill one of the cows. Were under a rood, smart one." She said, pulling Lilly out from under the oak writing desk.

The two friends sat on the couch for several moments, staring at the bog book.

"Do you think we should open it?" Lilly asked.

Natasha nodded. "On three?"

Lilly nodded, and they both placed their hands on the side of the book.

"One, mayo, cheese…"

"Oh, stop it, you wouldn't have made it into 9th grade if you didn't know how to count." Lilly huffed.

Natasha giggled, and counted down once again,

"One, two, THREE!" and they both flung the book open. The girls suddenly felt like something was pulling them deeper and deeper in and they were powerless to resist. They were like this for a while, but eventually their were two distinct thumps in the stillness.