OK, just to clear up some things that were Leith nuclear from last time…Yes, I am from Argentina, the craziest country in the world and the one which has been holding the Guiness world record for most car crashes per year for the last two decades and a half. Since I am from Argentina, I speak spanish. Moving on...

Outskirts of Buenos Aires, Argentina. Monday the 12th of January, 1993. 9 AM.

"Alright, so are we all ready to go?" Courtney asked.

The team of seven teenagers had rented three cars to make their way from Buenos Aires to Carilo. Courtney and Duncan would take the lead car, Geoff and Bridgette a second car and follow behind and Gwen, DJ and Trent would take the third car.

"Courtney, before we go, can you tell us, where we're going?" Gwen asked.

"A beach town off into the Atlantic Coast, it's called Carilo." Courtney said. "My parents took me there a couple of times to visit my grandma a couple of times when I was little."

"Princess, please tell me we're not staying with your grandma, 'cause I won't be able to have hot beach sex with you if we..."

Duncan shut after that after feeling Courtney's foot impact with his royal jewels. Clutching his crotch, Duncan collapsed on his knees and whimpered in pain.

"I warned you I would do that if you ever talked about sex in front of anyone else." Courtney said cooly.

"OK...But, um, Courtney, where are we staying?" Asked Bridgette awkwardly.

"Hotel next to the beach called The Albatross." Courtney replied.

"Beach front hotel, awesome!" Geoff exclaimed in excitement.

"So let's get going." Trent exclaimed as well.

The fiuve initial teens climbed into their cars.

"Hey Princess, think you can help me?"

9:30 AM. Route 11, outside Buenos Aires, heading for Carilo.

The teens drove in their cars heading towards the promised beach town, happily looking out the windows of their cars and talking; completely unaware of the black van following them.

"Tho, Heather, can you pleathe tell uth what you're planning?" Beth asked her bitchy friend.

"Not yet." Heather said.

"Well, could you at leatht thay who ith this guy in the black hood with uth?"

"I'm not a guy!" A sharp voice said.

The voice came from a figure sitting on the passenger seat of the car. The figure was covered in a jet black cloak, which had a small opening in the head area for the figure to look out of the cloak, but not big enough to let other people see her face.

"And I'm the one who's going to help Heather take revenge." The voice said. "But my identity will remain hidden until a couple of chapters later into the story."

"A coupleof chapters later into the story?" Lindsay muttered. "What is she talking about?"

"Oh yeah, this entire world in which we live in is a fiction story by some person who has too much free time on their hands." The figure replied.

"Ith she crathy?" Beth asked.

"Only a little bit..." The figure replied. "A little bit crazy for revenge!"

The figure then began to laugh manically.

"Cut it out!" Heather yelled at her.

Courtney and Duncan's car:

"I don't see why you don't want me to talk about sex?" Duncan asked her.

"Because it's disgusting." Courtney replied.

Courtney was driving the car while Duncan sat in the passenger seat. The car was a red '76 Dodge Charger coupe, Duncan's favorite type of car, because of this Courtney promise to let him drive if he behaved properly...something he wasn't doing quite well.

"If it's so disgusting, then why do we have so much of it?" Duncan said, smiling cockily.

"Disgusting to talk about, not have." Courtney said.

"So, you like having sex with me." Duncan said, his ego reaching astronomical levels.

"Shut up, Ogre."

"Well, what do you know. The princess loves to sleep with the ogre." Duncan said, putting his arms behind his head.

"Well, yeah...but...um, I...yeah, I do, but you love me...a lot!" Courtney retorted, knowing that just as she could tease her with sex, she could tease him with his feelings.

"Why woulnd't I love you." Duncan said, his eyes closed and his smugly corssed behind his head. "You're sweet, smart and the best I've ever had."

Upon realizing what he just said, Duncan's eyes popped open.

"So I'm the best you've ever had?" Courtney asked him, now her ego was reaching the moon.

"No."

"Yes I am...you fucking love me and you also love to fuck me." Courtney said. "I'm the best you've ever had."

"Well I'm the best you've ever had." Duncan told her.

"Duncan, you're the only I've ever had had." Courtney told him.

"Oh my god...you were a virgin when we first did it." Duncan exclaimed.

Realizing her mistake, Courtney's eyes shot open to the point that they seemed stck to her skull.

"I thought that what Noah said about you not being a virgin was true...I didn't even feel it when we first did it." Duncan said. "How'd that happen?"

"Shut up."

"I'm the ONLY you've ever had."

"Shut up."

"The only."

"Well, I'm the BEST you've ever had."

"Shut up."

Geoff and Bridgette's car:

The blonde couple drov eon. As Geoff drove, Bridgette was flipping through radio stations, trying to find a show that she could understand.

"...Problemas políticos..."

"...Susana Jiménez dijo que…"

"Menem nos cagó de nuevo y..."

"Soda Stereo y …"

"…Bill Clinton, el nuevo presidente americano que contrató a un…"

"…roba tumbas que se robó las manos del cadáver del ex-presidente Juan Domingo Perón."

"Aren't there any radio shows in english in this country." Bridgette cursed.

"Don't think so, after all they speak spanish in Argen...Argen...what's this country called again?" Geoff said.

"Argentina, Geoff." Bridgette said, partially laughing at her boyfriend's loose memory.

"Yeah, yeah, that."

"You know you look really cute when you're driving, Geoff." Bridgette said, smiling seductively.

"You look really hot all the time, kinda like my friend Evan's really hot..."

"Geoff, please don't finish that sentence, again." Bridgette said, putting her hand over his mouth.

She then replaced her hand with ehr lips and the blonde couple began to make out. Big mistake. As Geoff closed his eyes, he accidentally slid the car from the right lane they were driving on to the right lane, which was making them face traffic the wrong way. Coincidentially, and quite frankly, very stupidly; two cars and a truck headed towards their car. The first car swirved towards the left and hit the metal railing on the side of the road, breaking it and making his car drive into a lake; the second car swirved out of the way and into the road, where the car flipped over; and finally the truck swirved left again and drove out of the road, to later crash into a silo and explode. All of this went unnoticed by the blonde couple who stopped making out when they heard:

"¡GRINGO HIJO DE PUTA!"

"What was that?" Asked an obvlivious Bridgette.

"Dunno."

And they kept making out while he drove.

Gwen, Trent and DJ's car.

"Estoy vencida porque el mundo me hizo así,
No puedo cambiar.
Soy el remedio sin receta y tu amor mi enfermedad!
Estoy vencida porque el cuerpo de los dos es mi debilidad.
Esta vez el dolor va a terminar.

Parece que la fiesta terminó
Perdidos en el tunel del amor
Y dicen las hojas del libro que más leo yo
Esta vez el esclavo se escapó.

Me entrego al vino por que el mundo me hizo así
No puedo cambiar.
Soy el remedio sin receta y tu amor mi enfermedad
Estoy vencida porque el cuerpo de los dos es mi debilidad.
Esta vez el dolor va a terminar."

Gwen listened to the song and reflected upon the heavily metaphored lyrics and realized the similarities between it and her relationship with Trent. It had been over a month since the dance and Trent still hadn't shown any more feelings for her...maybe she should just give up.

Trent was currently driving the '72 Chevrolet Impala convertible sedan, Gwen was on the passenger seat and DJ was in the back seat.

However, Gwen's thoughts were interrupted when the Impala hit something. That something was thrown across the air and landed in DJ's arms.

"Oh my god, it's a bunny!" DJ screamed.

12 AM, A small town in the Buenos Aires province.

"So, is the bunny gonna be OK, DJ?" Bridgette asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

Bridgette, Geoff, Trent, Gwen, Courtney and Duncan waited outside as DJ brought out the injured bunny rabbit, which had it's two hind legs in small casts.

"Doctor says he's not that badly hurt, but that it won't be able to walk too well for a couple of weeks." DJ says.

"So, where are you going to release it?" Courtney asked.

"What?" DJ exclaimed. "I ain't releasin' this poor lil' bunny into the wild if he's so injured. I'm keepin' him as a pet."

"You're kidding, right?" Duncan asked.

"No." DJ said, a serious look on his face. "I always wanted a pet bunny..."

"No duh." Duncan groaned.

"And besides, we did hit him with our car." DJ said.

"So? Geoff and Bridgette ran three cars out of the road and they didn't keep the drivers as pets." Courtney exclaimed.

"We did what?" Geoff asked, oblivious.

"Doesn't matter." Duncan said. "So you're really keeping the fur bag?"

"Yeah." DJ said, dead serious.

"Fine...but if it poops on one of the cars, you'll clean it." Courtney said.

5 PM. Outside Carilo.

"We finally made it." Courtney said.

The three car motorcade drove towards a giant forest which had a gate that read "CARILO" at the entrance. Below it was also a sign that read: "Don't set the forest on fire."

"Princess, I thought we were going to the beach...and this is a fucking forest." Duncan growled.

"First off, don't swear. Second off, Carilo is a forest town that has beaches on the coast at the end of it." Courtney said.

"Guess I'll have to use my lighter a lot during this trip." Duncan joked.

"Duncan, if you set the forest on fire, I'll have to castrate you and feed the remains to dogs." Courtney said.

"I just love it when you get angry." Duncan said. "So hot."

"Shut up."

"Todas las mañanas que viví...
Todas las calles donde me escondí.
El encantamiento de un amor...
El sacrificio de mis madres...
Los zapatos de charol.
Los domingos en el club...
Salvo que cristo sigue allí en la cruz.
Las columnas de la catedral y la tribuna,
Grita gol el lunes por la capital

Todos yiran y yiran...
Todos bajo el sol...
Se proyecta la vida...
¡Mariposa tecknicolor!
Cada vez que me miras...
Cada sensación...
Se proyecta la vida...
¡Mariposa tecknicolor!"

"Well, we're here." Courtney said as the gang stood outside the comfy looking hotel.

The entrance was made of fine wooden boards, which led to a glass door. To the right of the entrance passage was a large flowerbed, while to the left there was a large pool. The hotel itself was a large four storey building. It had two wings, the elft wing with eight apartment/suites in it and a right wing, with the same amount of apartments.

"Yo, did anyone hear the funky, upbeat, happy music while we were driving here through the nice forest." DJ said.

"What music?" Courtney asked.

"You know the one that went, 'mariposa tecknicolor'?" DJ said.

"'Mariposa Tecknicolor' by Fito Páez?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah, that one...did anyone else hear it?"

Everybody shrugged and walked off into the hotel with their suitcases.

"I have to see a shrink about this." DJ muttered to hismelf and followed his friends.

READ THIS, PLEASE:

Alright people, just an after story message. I'd like to ask those who read this to hear the song "Mariposa Tecknicolor" somewhere, so you'll understand why it's a good song to play while driving through a forest with sunshine shinning through the trees.

Also, I'd like the readers out there, if they like that kind of story, to read my new story, "Geoff: Tale Of A Hitman", which is very different from this one...it's a crime drama, I just wanted to venture away from comedy and try something else...if you like mafia, violence, guns and sex in a fanfic, you'll love my new one. But well, Don't worry, just because I'm writing another story doesn't mean I'll quit this one...because I won't.

¡Gracias totales!