Characters: Jess, Renae, Genna. All OC's
Genre: Humour
26. Europe
Jess stood on the bridge, staring out between the tight-knit brick buildings. She could hear the water lapping beneath her, and glanced down to see a man rowing a gondola beneath her. A smile went across her face and she waved hurriedly at the man, who shook his head at the crazy tourist.
"Jess! I suggest that you get your ass over here!"
The brunette turned on her heel at the sound of Renae's voice. "Coming!"
Renae watched her friend bounce over to her at the foot of the bridge. "God, are you on ecstasy or something?"
"No! I'm just--" Jess looked around her at the old buildings. "Excited!"
The redhead rolled her eyes. "Of course you are. You're in the Homeland."
"I am third generation Italian." Jess reminded.
"GUYS. SERIOUSLY!"
The two turned to the blonde standing at the stagnant water's edge.
"Mr. Polo shirt here doesn't want to be waiting all day long!" the small blonde yelled.
Renae groaned. "He does understand what you're saying, Genna."
Genna turned back to the petite man in the striped shirt. A smile was across his face; the one he gave all tourists.
A breeze picked up, and whipped Jess' hair into her face.
"Jess, before I get sunburn." Renae's patience was waning.
Jess turned to her friends. "On one condition,"
"What?" asked Genna.
"You let me do one thing that I've always wanted to do."
Renae raised a brow. "Is it going to embarrass us?"
A grin went across Jess' face. Renae sighed, and Jess skipped over down to Genna.
Jess carefully stepped into the gondola, and her friends followed. Renae eyed her cautiously. The rower pushed the gondola away from the brick siding of the street, and Jess' excitement started to boil over. As they neared the bridge, Jess straightened herself, on edge of the wooden seat.
The second the boat went under the bridge, Jess jumped from the seat, and belted out "Like a virgin, HEY! Touched for the very first time!"
She tipped the gondola.