A/N: Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Really busy with school and sports! But this chapter is pretty long, so I hope it tides you over until another chapter comes out. I own none of the characters or any songs or artists mentioned. Also, I love all of you people who have showed interest in my story! Thanks a ton for keeping me writing!

Chapter 3

"Bess, would you sit down? The plane hasn't even gotten in the air yet!" I said. Bess sat down for about a millisecond before she started bouncing up and down in her chair.

"BESS!" George shouted. I jumped at the suddenness of her voice and about half of the plane was now looking at us, listening to George rant to Bess.

"We've been on the plane for maybe five minutes and you can't hold still! I swear you have ADHD! I'm excited too but there are sometimes when this thing called self-control can be beneficial to you and the people around you! This is just like the time when we went to that amusement park! You couldn't wait in line to save your –"

"George, Bess, the entire plane is staring at us and I think now might not be a good time to dwell on past frustrations. George, turn the volume down. Bess, please. Sit. STILL." I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so excited! I still can't believe we're going to Greece!" She exclaimed.

"I know, I'm going to Greece too. But seriously, just do something other than fidget. Please."

"Fine." She sighed.

I also sighed and leaned back in my chair. I couldn't wait to go to Greece either, but I was exhausted. We all had to get up at almost four in the morning to get ready and drive to the airport. Once we left the ground, we had to stop in New York to pick up some other people who were also going. I glanced at my watch and figured it would be a good hour or so before we landed in New York. I looked at Bess to see that she was lip singing to some music and George was quietly reading a book. I gazed out of the window and felt my self dozing off at the sight of the gentle rays of light that lit up the sky in all different shades of color. I stifled a yawn. I smiled drowsily; I still couldn't believe that I was going to Greece…

The plane rumbled and I was jostled awake. We were landing already? That was fast. I glanced over at Bess and George. Bess had also fallen asleep and George was fiddling with her phone. When she saw me sit up more fully, she laughed.

"Wow, that is a serious case of bed head." She giggled.

I tentively reached up and felt my hair. I reached underneath the seat and search for the compact mirror in my purse. Wow, she was right. I quickly finger brushed the stray hairs away and back into place.

"Now you look presentable." She grinned.

I shook Bess's shoulder gently to get her up. She shifted around and cracked her eyes open.

"Are we here?" She shouted and bolted upright, causing our heads to collide.

"OW! Oh my… ow. No, we're not here yet Bess, we're in New York.

"Oh." She mumbled. She sat up and stretched.

"Well, I'm gonna get up and move my legs around. Want to come?"

"Definitely!" George perked up and followed Bess.

"Nan, aren't you coming?"

"No, I think I'll just stay here, I'm fine."

"Okay. See you later!"

They turned and left the plane. As I settled into a comfortable position, people started entering the plane. I looked at each person carefully, wondering what their reason for going to Greece was. A really, really, really fat person walked up and blocked my view as other passengers came on. I sighed, giving up trying to look around the person and was content to look out the window.

Five minutes must have passed by the time George and Bess got back on the plane. George looked ticked off and so did Bess.

"Seriously? All I wanted to do was look in the store for about five minutes to see what was there. Was that too much to ask for?" Bess ranted.

"Yes. Your five minutes turns into five hours. I wasn't going to sit there and miss our plane while you oohed and aahed at a bracelet!"

"Our plane doesn't leave for another 10 minutes! You could have at least let me-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your lame argument against my reasonable one!"

"Reasonable? DeeDee is more reasonable than you!"

"DeeDee? Are you seriously comparing me to her? Ouch! That was way below the belt! You want to play dirty? I'll play dirty!"

Oh. My. Gosh. I'm not sure I can last the rest of the plane ride with them, never mind two weeks. I grabbed my iPod and listened to Owl City, drowning out their stupid argument. Why can't they just get along? Bess suddenly got up and walked away.

"Where is she going?" I was concerned, what if she was mad enough at George to leave?

"She's going to the bathroom. Calm down."

I sighed. I made myself comfortable and lip sang to 'Fireflies'. This was going to be a long trip, I wasn't sure I had enough songs to last the plane ride. I would ask George for her iPod, but she has weird music that would possibly make my ears bleed and Bess has all of these fluffy love songs that I don't even like. Thinking about love songs made me think about Ned. I smiled, I was so lucky that I had him. There were tons of other girls that he could go out with, but he chose me and that made me feel so special. My phone buzzed. Well, that was ironic; it was a text from Ned! A warm and fuzzy feeling crept into me. I flipped the phone open and read his text.

'Hey Beautiful! How's it going?'

I smiled as my fingers flew across the mini keyboard.

'Great! How's your day so far?'

'Okay. But it's better now that I get to talk to you 3'

Fuzzy feeling overload. That was so cute! I loved it when he did that!

'Aw Well, my plane will be leaving in a bit and I might lose reception. I love you!'

'Ily 2 '

I closed the phone as Bess power walked back to our seats. She was grinning from ear to ear. Why was she in such a good mood?

"Guys, there are these two cuties who just got on! I was coming down the isle when one of them asked me if he knew where their seats were. They're sitting a few ahead and across from us! Anyway, we started talking and he is such a flirt!"

"Wow, just your type Bess." George commented without looking up. Bess thankfully ignored her and went on.

"He has blond hair and is totally ripped! He is sooooo sexy! And his smile…" Bess gazed off dreamily. She snapped out of her daze and went on.

"The other one didn't say anything; he actually blushed and just went to his seat. He's pretty cute though, if you like the TDH. But I like mine TBS." She was grinning again.

"What are TDH and TBS?" I asked. I wish I hadn't because Bess gave me the are-you-really-that-out-of-touch-with-the-modern-day-phrases? look.

"TDH means Tall Dark and Handsome," She said slowly, like I was stupid.

"And TBS means Tall Blond and Sexy. I made that one up." She was grinning again.

"Well, I'm happy that you found a TBS. Good for you." I said.

"They're over there. You should meet the TDH, he seems your type." She pointed to two guys about our age. I could see the blond one, he was cute and all, but I could only see the top of the hair on the TDH.

"Bess, I have a boyfriend, remember?" I asked. She looked disappointed.

"I don't know about you, but I don't really trust Ned. He just strikes me as the cheater types." She said.

Anger welled up inside of me, but I didn't say anything. Why on Earth would she say that? I just ignored her and turned my iPod up. I wouldn't let Bess's opinion sour my mood.

"Nancy! We're here!" George shook my shoulder violently. I was pretty sure she broke my neck. I must have dozed off. I looked outside of the window and saw Greece. It was beautiful. I almost thought I was dreaming for a second. Almost. Excitement bubbled in my chest as I grinned wildly. I stood up and grabbed everything in sight, which were my bags and Bess's. I wanted to get outside and breathe in the fresh Greek air. I practically sprinted to baggage claim to once again, grab George, Bess and my luggage. I was running like mad man with Bess and George behind me. Of all the great places I've gone, I thought Greece would be the best experience I would have.

Once I got outside, I just stood there and soaked in everything I could. I was so happy, I was about to burst with excitement. George and Bess caught up and took their bags as we went to find a cab. I was rushing, which was stupid because the slip of paper that had the address for our hotel flew out of my purse and started to blow away.

"Oh no! Stay here, I'll get it!" I shouted as I took off after the piece of paper. I probably looked like an idiot, but I needed that piece of paper! I ran passed dozens of people who shot me weird looks and was out on the street in a matter of seconds. The paper got stuck on the edge of a fountain and I thought, 'Wow, a stoke of luck!' I sprinted the last few feet only to run into a broad chest, and fall into the fountain, dragging the guy down with me.

Oh gosh, this was so embarrassing. I sat up as fast as I could and started apologizing in as many languages as I knew.

"I am so sorry! Are you hurt? Oh my gosh I'm sorry. Here, I'll help you up!"

I stood up as fast as I could and offered my hand. I was dripping wet. It was kind of ridiculous. A guy behind me started cracking up. I turned around to see that it was the TBS guy Bess was talking about. Oh no, that must make the guy I ran into the TDH guy! I whipped my head back around to see that he was still sitting in the fountain, but he was laughing. That made me feel a bit better about myself. He stood up and squeezed his shirt.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a surprisingly deep and sexy voice. I was sort of stunned that HE was asking ME if I was okay.

"I think I should be asking you that. I am so sorry about this!" I gestured at the fountain. He laughed again and leaned down to pick up my slip of paper. He peered at it and then handed it back to me.

"I believe you were… um, chasing after this." He seemed to blush and become shy suddenly.

"Thanks, I'm so sorry. I was trying to catch this because this has our hotel address." I explained.

"Can I see it?" The blond guy asked. I gave it to him without thinking that he could be a stalker or a robber or whatever. It seemed as if I couldn't think properly.

"Hey! You're staying at the same hotel as we are! And if you don't mind my nosiness, you said 'our'. Who are you with?" Wow, he was sharp.

"Uh, my friends, George and Bess."

"Oh, is George your boyfriend?" Jeez, he was nosy.

"No, she's just a friend."

"She?"

"Yeah, she prefers that name George over Georgia." I explained. Why was I telling these strangers this?

"Ohhhh. Okay, well, I'm Joe!"

"Nancy Drew." I stuck out my hand and shook his. I turned around to the other guy. He smiled sheepishly.

"Frank Hardy."