Epilogue:
Rain, Rain, and More Rain
"Oh. My. Gosh. Can you believe it?" I really couldn't. The view from up here, thousands of feet above England, was absolutely breathtaking. We were above the clouds, and you could spot out the gray stormclouds like sponges, saturated and ready to release the pent-up rain water. A bolt of lightning streaked the sky, and it released a low grumble. I already loved storms,but this experience was absolutely unbelievable.
"It really is gorgeous, isn't it?" I breathed.
Alana giggled. "I know! In a matter of minutes, we'll be in Manchester. The same town as Dan and Phil!" She squealed her high-pitched squeal and flapped her arms like a bird.
I mentally facepalmed. Not those two again. "Honestly Alana?" How can you not appreciate the beauty of all...this?" I gestured towards the airplane window.
My best friend smiled sheepishly. "Sorry...it really is beautiful out there. But you know how much I love them."
"I honestly don't see what's so great about them."
Alana gasped, feigning hurt. "How could you say that?! For one..." Oh great. Here she goes... "theyr'e hilarious! Secondly, they're brilliant1 And thirdly, they're gorgeous!" I swear I saw her drool a little bit.
"That's great and all, but I'm interested in Manchester itself." I was particularly pumped about visiting the College Green.
"Whatever. More Britishy deliciousness for me." She stuck her tongue out at me and crossed her arms.
This was sure to be an interesting trip.
A/N: Short, sweet, and to the point. Don't worry. Future chapters will be longer. R&R?