A/N: Well, here it is. The fanfic you've all been waiting for. Well, you were at least curious about it, maybe, if you've read my profile. This is Amanda's fanfic.
The name started out as Amanda's story, or Amanda's fanfic, but when I decided to put it on FF I thought up a more title-ish name. Came up with Two Halves. That was to be it.
Then I said fuck it. This is Amanda's story, so the title is… You guessed it. "Amanda's Story."
I think it fits perfectly.
Betafish'd by the lovely Amanda. 3 I heart her so bad. It's kind of a fair trade… she harasses me to write more chapters, I harass her to betafish old ones. Equalizes. We work well together, yes?
Please review! I don't care what it says, as long as it's not horribly obscene, but good or bad, I'll be happy you cared enough to tell me what you thought. So spoil me with YOUR words – after all, I spoil you with mine.
I hate indenting my paragraphs…
"You're going to get in trouble."
"I know."
Amanda grinned at one of her best friends, Georgia, who had accompanied her to the airport. They were standing in line to have Amanda's baggage checked, and nearing the front of the line. The airport was crowded; it was, after all, a Friday afternoon, and officially the first day of summer.
"Ugh. If I wasn't taking summer classes… I would SO find a way to go with you. Kind of pisses me off, not that you're going. But we were going to go together, you know? Someone's supposed to be there to keep you out of trouble," Georgia groaned, pulling out her cell phone to check it as it buzzed. She ignored the call and went back to complaining. "Lack of funds, lack of time, lack of… everything. UGH I hate you!" But she laughed as she said it, so it was obvious she didn't mean it.
"You're just jealous," Amanda replied, smirking. "All the sexy Germans… all of them mine!" She laughed, rubbing her hands together to imitate evil scheming. Georgia rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, but nodded in defeat, shrugging as they reached the end of the line and started taking off all their valuables. Each of the girls winced as they put their iPods in the trays.
"If that machine kills my iGasm… All hell will break loose," Georgia grumbled, watching her beloved 160 gigabyte iPod classic slide in under the machine. Amanda nodded, and both girls glared at the machine while they walked through the metal detectors. Georgia walked through clean, but Amanda passed under and it went off.
Immediately security swarmed, and Georgia busted out laughing while Amanda looked rather disgruntled. "What are you carrying, Amanda?"
"Shut up! I'm not carrying anything!" She emptied out her pockets, and a penny fell out of one of them. She passed back through, clean as a whistle, and they resumed glaring at the scanner until their iPods slid out. Georgia snatched hers up and turned it on, sticking one ear bud in to check the sound and nodding.
She grabbed her cell phone, keys, and purse as well, and Amanda grabbed her stuff, and they walked toward the terminal that Amanda was leaving on. "So, what concert of theirs are you going to?"
"I'm going to both of the Germany ones – the Hamburg and the Oberhausen one."
"UUUGGGHHH. Jeal-ous." Amanda grinned, shrugging in a mock imitation of "I can't help it" as they reached the terminal. "At least tell Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav 'hi' for me, alright?" Amanda nodded in agreement as they reached the terminal.
"What class are you," Georgia asked as they found two seats right next to each other and sat down, looking around at the crowded terminal. There were crying babies, annoyed parents, harassed business-men-and-women, and an assortment of people who were likely wishing they were somewhere else.
"Economy. C. Hah, I WISH I could fly first class!" They both busted out laughing – Amanda had taken a year and a half of working double shifts, taking everyone's shift who wanted her to, and saving up diligently to get enough money to take the trip to Germany, AND go to the two concerts, plus have enough money to feed, house, and entertain herself. She glanced out the window at the line of planes sitting outside. "Ugh, this is taking FOREVER. I want to BE there, already!"
Georgia smirked and poked at her. "You still have another connecting flight."
Amanda grumbled. "Yeah. Damn, jet lag will be a bitch."
Georgia smiled, "Oh yeah. Two connecting flights? You'll be screwed," she chuckled, recalling her trip to Australia several years before.
Amanda winced at the thought of how it would affect her, but her stomach was taking leaps and bounds in, no, not nerves, but excitement – she simply couldn't WAIT to get to Germany, to find the first sexy person she could find and say the much joked-about line, "My hotel room is THAT way." The two girls' eyes met, and they grinned at the same time, but were silent as they stared at the woman standing at the podium. Presently, she began calling for First Class, and then Business Class, then Economy… Class A, Class B… And then she made the announcement for Economy Class C to board, and the two girls looked at each other, but this time they weren't grinning.
"Well, fuck, Amanda. Don't get into too much trouble, alright?" Amanda laughed, but she too looked a little sad – but excited, as well.
"No promises," she quoted, and smirked, bringing a grin to Georgia's face.
"Call me. A lot. Tell me EVERYTHING, okay?" Amanda rolled her eyes, and shoved at Georgia a little.
"Do NOT get sappy on me, don't you DARE." Georgia smiled, and grabbed Amanda in a fierce hug, squeezing her as tight as she could.
"Georgia… You're… Suffocating me…" Amanda rasped, and reluctantly Georgia let her go, taking a step back and grabbing Amanda's bags to give them to her.
"You BETTER call me when you get there. Before you take a nap, CALL ME." Amanda nodded as the woman called for the last call for Economy Class C. She turned and walked toward the line, handing her passport to the lady when it was her turn to have it checked. It was returned to her, and she headed toward the tunnel that would take her to the plane. She turned to wave at Georgia, who was grinning and waving fiercely. She called out to Amanda, her words carrying across the almost empty terminal. "HAVE FUN, AND DON'T GET CAUGHT!" Amanda laughed, and turned around to head through the tunnel.