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Somewhere between Nevada and California's house

~If it wasn't for Texas, if-~

Texas looked down at her phone to see her 15 year old sister, Galveston Island's, name pop up. "Howdy!" she cried excitedly. Normally, Galveston didn't call her 7 year older sister just to talk unless-

"Texas! William is so not being fair!" came Gal's, as she affectionately called her, voice.

Texas sighed. Galveston hadn't gotten along with William since she had become a teenager at the turn of the 20th century. (States and their islands, like the nations, age very slowly) Gal was also prone to running off to do what she wanted when her sister or others neglected to fulfill her wishes exactly when she wanted them to. During the '20s, Texas constantly had to drag her back from New Orleans as Gal and Louisiana's siblings would sneak off to watch the jazz musicians and get into the parties there. In the '40s, Galveston ran around doing whatever she wanted because Texas hadn't been there to keep an eye on her as she was working in the ammunition factories. The worst had been the '70s; Gal had practically lived at California's house where "all the coolest parties were". During this time, Gal had become bffs with Catalina.

"What is going on now?" Texas asked, as she tried to pay attention to the road.

"Okay, so I got a text from Virgin Islands saying she and Avery Island were in Houston going shopping before she returned home to prepare some team of hers for something called the Winter Olympics. Then Avery text me saying I should so go and meet with them 'cuz they're going Halloween shopping for Avery's party. But some uncool person won't take me there!"

Texas resisted sighing again. Avery Island, one of Louisiana's little sisters, had been one of the main instigators of the '20s New Orleans party rendezvous.

"Where are you, anyways? Why am I stuck here with Mr. Bossy Britches?" Gal complained.

"I am on my way to California's house." Texas said, already knowing what Gal would have to say about it:

"What! So, you get to go see California, but I can't go see my friends? That is so not fair, Texas! You are so trying to ruin my social life!"

"Okay, okay, let me talk to William."

Texas' House

Galveston glared at William as she handed her phone to him. "Texas wants to talk to you." Then she flopped angrily on the couch where her 10 year old brother South Padre Island was watching TV.

"Why do you and Uncle William always fight?" Padre asked, looking at her with his big brown eyes.

Gal tossed her silky blond hair with pink streaks on the sides, over her shoulder. " 'Cuz, he's such a jerk! He never takes me to see my friends when he takes care of our place!"

"Well, I don't have any friends." Padre said, looking sad.

"That's 'cuz he never takes you anywhere so you can make any!" Gal grumbled.

William stormed over to her and roughly shoved her cellphone at her. "Well, do you want to go to Houston or not?" he grunted.

Gal grabbed Padre's hand, now smiling. "C'mon, Padre, we're going Halloween shopping!"

Padre instantly jumped up and yanked on his tennis shoes. As she went to get her purse, Galveston stuck her tongue out at William's back. Just because appearance-wise, he was three years older than her, he always tried to boss her around, and that was so uncool.

Gal dialed Avery's number. "Yeah, I'm so gonna be there! You're having a party? Who's all gonna be there? Omg! Yeah, hopefully Texas will be back by then, she is the coolest! I can't wait to see y'all! Oh, and we have to find something awesome for Padre!"

Holding Padre's hand, who was excitedly running toward William's truck, Gal cast another glare at the former Confederate States, and made sure Padre sat between them.

California's house

"Whoa, Texas and Oklahoma-dude! What are you doing here!" California asked happily.

"Hey, we were wondering if we could use that phone book to make some calls about rooming buddies?" Texas asked, realizing she hadn't really been inside his house since she had last dragged Gal home at the end of the '70s. She smiled seeing it hadn't changed at all.

"Totally! I think, like, Tennessee's using it right now to call some dude named Lithuania." California led them to his room, poking his head through the door. Tennessee had just finished saying, "Yes, thank you, I really appreciated your time. Have a great holiday and safe trip!" then hung up.

He turned and saw the new arrivals. "Oh, hey Texas, Oklahoma!" he waved at them. "What are you tow doing here?"

"Yo, like, they totally want to use the book to make, like, calls and stuff." California said.

"When did you get back from the beach?"

"A few hours ago, man. Like, I'm making some special brownies! You totally should have some!" he said as he jogged back to the kitchen.

Texas shook her head at Tennessee, making a slashing motion with her hand. "Don't eat the brownies!" she whispered.

Tennessee looked confused. "Why, what's wrong with them?"

Texas raised her eyebrows as Oklahoma bust out laughing so much the tanned eighteen year old was holding his sides.

"Just, don't." Texas said. Smiling from amusement, she reached for the phone book and opened it as the other two states left the room. She decided to call whoever the book opened to first; someone named Denmark.

"Thanks!" she called to Tennessee and California as she dialed the number.

Ring! Ring! Ring- "Hej? King of all Northern Europe speaking!"

Texas grinned as her eyes widened. What-? "Hi! My name is Texas, I'm one of America's states, and he has placed me, among others in charge of hotel rooms-"

"Umhmm.."

"And I was wondering if there was anyone you didn't or did want rooming with you?" she asked, jumping in surprise when Denmark instantly yelled "Norway!"

Clutching her heart, Texas stammered, "I-I'm sorry?"

"I'm rooming with Norway!" he demanded.

"O-okay, um, I'll see what I can do-"

"Ingen, I'm rooming with Norway!"

Texas was starting to get annoyed by this guy. Then Galveston's incoming call came up on the screen. "I'm so sorry, but would you mind holding for one second? I'm really sorry!"

Click!

"What's up-"

"Omg, Texas, William won't lend me some money for my Halloween costume! He's so embarrassing me infront of everyone!" Gal cried.

"Gal, I'll call you back. I'm on the other line with one of the nations for the Olympics-"

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Click.

Texas groaned; was she this much of a handful when she was a teenager? Then she smiled remembering the 1800s. Yeah, so she had been, too….click. "Hello, Denmark, I'm so sorry-"

"Ja, so I'm rooming with Norway-"

She cleared her throat. "So, my next question is, is there anyone you wouldn't want rooming with you?"

"Ingen, we aren't finished with the above topic~" Denmark said; Texas could tell he was amusing himself with frustrating her.

Texas ground her teeth. As politely as she could, she said, "What do you want me to say?"

"Hmm, that I get to room with Norway!"

Beep! Beep! Incoming call-Galveston Island. Texas ignored it.

"Whoa, Texas, like, what's taking you so long!" California called, knocking on the door. "You, like, want some brownies?"

Texas rubbed her head. "Denmark, is there anyone else you want to room with?"

"I do like Americans; I could room with you….."

Oh, please, no! "Sorry, the rooming is strictly gender separate."

"What a shame. What did you say your name was again?'

Suddenly wary, Texas said, "Um, that is confidential."

"Ingen, I'm pretty sure you said your name was Texas." Came Denmark's smug response.

Urghh! "Well, thank you for your time. Goodbye."

"Farvel, Texas~" he said in a sing-song voice.

5 missed calls-Galveston Island. Call.

"Omg, Texas, why haven't you answered!" Gal sounded like she was crying.

"I'm sorry, I was on the phone to Denmark-"

"What, is that your boyfriend?" Gal sobbed.

"No! What happened?"

"William wouldn't lend me any money for my costume, so making me look bad infront of everyone, 'cuz all Avery's siblings were there-"

"Wow!" Texas gasped; Louisiana had nine other siblings.

"And, then, we got in a fight, so Avery jumped in, saying he was so being a jerk, then Padre started crying because William said we were leaving and he hadn't gotten anything yet!"

"Where are y'all now?" Texas asked; she knew Gal and William really didn't like each other, but nothing like this had ever happened.

Beep! Beep! Incoming call-unknown number.

Texas ignored it.

"Padre and I are with Avery and her brothers and sisters going to New Orleans." Gal sniffled.

Texas sighed. "Okay, just stay with them, and I'll be home as soon as I get done with stuff here. Wait," she stopped as she realized Louisiana wasn't there to be in charge. "Who's in charge of the group?"

"Beauregard Island, I guess, he's driving."

"Alright!" Texas said, relived. As long as it wasn't wild-child Avery, than it was fine.

"Come home soon, Texas." Gal said. Texas felt exhilarated as she hadn't heard the teen sound so sincere about wanting her around in a long time.

"Love you, Gal."

"Love you too, sis." Click.

Texas smiled, looking at her phone as it vibrated again. Incoming call. "Hello?"

"Hej! I realized we hadn't finished my rooming arrangements!"

Danish words-(yet again, I hope I got these right!)

Hej-hello

Ingen-no

Ja-yes

Farvel-goodbye