"Once upon a time—"

"That's gay Karen. C'mon, we live in Brooklyn!"

"Shut up Elizabeth! Do you have a better idea?"

"Deep in the bowels of Brooklyn…"

"Oh really? That?"

"It's the best I can do…"

"Oh god…"

"Whatever, let's just start this shit…"

It was three in the morning, and Elizabeth was sleeping, dreaming about British guys, albino guys and everything in between and how they smell like rainbows when suddenly she felt a loud crash at her window.

Her eyes snapped open and she shivered. "Oh shit, the Godfather's back…!" Elizabeth pulled out a random steel bar from her pillow and held it up only to see the person crawling out of her window was her best friend Karen. Karen was random this way though. She would always pop up out of nowhere.

"What the hell Karen?"

"Hey, that's my trick! Random steel bar!" she complained. "Mine!"

"Karen, you burst through my window and you're thinking about your tricks?" Elizabeth cried. "What do I have to get you out of this time? Do the police still think you're a terrorist?"

"No I worked that out…" she smirked and shoved her hand into her pocket. "You know how my parents left for Canada on a business trip?"

"Yeah…"

"Well," she pulled out a credit card. "Check it!"

"A credit card?"

"Credit cardsssss!" she slid her thumb slightly on the plastic card and about 10 credit cardssss were seen. Elizabeth's eyes twinkled. "Wait; are you thinking what I'm thinking Karen?"

"Hells yeah!" she smiled. "Let's do what we've wanted to do since last year!"

"You made reservations already?" Elizabeth, with wide eyes, watched her best friend nod. "That's right!" Karen rolled her eyes and put the credit cards away. "Dude, I made reservations since my parents hauled ass to Canada. Pack your bags, the flight leaves in an hour."

"Shit! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Elizabeth frantically dug through her drawers, pulling out random clothes and then, from her closet, pulled out a travel bag. As she stuffed random clothes into her bag, she remembered…

"Karen!" she called. Karen, who was playing with her phone, looked up. "What?"

Elizabeth stuffed a pair of jeans into the bag and zipped it closed. "How are we gonna get to the airport in an hour?"

Karen smirked and motioned her to come to the window. They both poked their heads out the glass. They both lived in Brooklyn, New York. Elizabeth lived in an apartment that had a balcony outside her window and from the balcony; there were stairs that led to the top of the building; regular New York City apartments.

Elizabeth blinked when she saw that on the street in front of her apartment building, there was a black limousine with a chauffeur waiting outside patiently. Karen smirked when they both withdrew their heads from the window. "His name is Jones. Jones is my dad's driver when he's in town,"

"Your family's so awesome Karen…" Elizabeth walked over to her bed and swung her bag over her shoulder. Karen scoffed. "Whatever you say…" she eyes Elizabeth and then pointed at her bedroom door. "Shouldn't you tell your parents?"

"My dad's working…" Elizabeth said thoughtfully. Her dad is a bus driver; which is awesome and her mom…well…she's just there. Elizabeth poked her head out her door and yelled to her mom. "Mom, I'm going out!" Her mom was sleeping on the sofa and, in response, she snorted/snored. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and walked over to the window. "She said it was fine."

"I didn't hear anything…" Karen trailed off to be pulled onto the balcony. They went down the steel stair cases and then onto the street where Jones opened the door to the limo for them. When they settled into the limo and started moving, Karen pulled out a map of Europe that had a red X marked on Italy, Britain and France. Karen pointed at Italy. "Alright, the plane we're getting on is taking us to Rome, where the Pope will be visiting there the next day around noon. We get to the hotel I booked in and then well…you know what to do…"

"Cool!" Elizabeth ruffled Karen's hair. "You're such a genius!"

Karen laughed and then tapped at Britain. "Alright, after we have our little party in Rome, we go to London where we will climb the Big Ben and rewind the clock an hour…" she then pointed at France. "Lastly, we go to Paris where we will sneak into the Louvre Museum at night and burn the Mona Lisa."

"You are officially genius of the year Karen…" Elizabeth trailed off. Karen smiled. Karen was always the smart one of the two when it came to organizing and making sure of things. When Karen was doing a plan, there was no fail…no questions asked.

Elizabeth and Karen sat on the plane. Elizabeth couldn't stop bouncing from wall to wall and Karen wouldn't stop booty shaking with a guy she found out was Japanese. They were both excited for they have wanted to do this ever since last year. By their personal books, it was considered legal to do this when they were both 13 years old and they were both 13 now.

"Ladies and gentleman and the creatures dancing on the plane, please fasten your seat belts, we are landing in a few short minutes," the pilot announced on the speaker. Karen and Elizabeth sat down on their seats and fastened their belts. The plane landed smoothly and the passengers were led out and into the Italian airport. After they had gotten their luggage and passports checked, they went outside where Karen had a chauffeur waiting for them with a limo. They boarded the limo and then drove to the fancy Italian hotel Karen had booked in. They didn't really do anything for the rest of the day. Elizabeth was complaining she was exhausted from the 8 hour flight and Karen was starving. They ended up ordering room service with tons of pasta and cheese; all paid through Karen's parent's Visa credit card.

"Well, tomorrow's a big day Elizabeth…" Karen muttered on her bed. Elizabeth laughed, leaning over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand that divided their beds. "Yeah...we're gonna have to watch out for the Swiss army,"

"I'll figure it out when we get there…good night…" Karen shifted around and made her back face Elizabeth.