A Wild Night on the Fairgrounds
Later on that week, it's Friday afternoon, our favorite day of the week! Mary Frances and I are both sitting in the kitchen, working vigorously on finishing our school for the weekend. Meanwhile, the rest of the family is lounging around in the den, trying to keep each other occupied until we're done.
Me & Mary Frances *both close our laptops at the same time upon submitting our final assignments*: Done!
Me *looks over at Mary Frances*: See? I told you there would be a day when I would finish school work before you!
Mary Frances: You weren't even close!
Raoul *standing quietly, looking at the screen of my cell phone*: Eh, so close, yet so far…
Me & Mary Frances: Huh?
Raoul *holds up the phone*: I filmed it on your phone then watched it in slow motion. Mary Frances had you by a thousandth of a second, Lauren!
Me *shaking my head*: I will never understand you… Anyways, we're done y'all!
Erik *jumps up and comes into the kitchen*: Good, now what's for dinner?
Me: I swear, is that all you men think about: food?
Gerry: No! Women are a pretty ordinary focus, too! *winks at us jokingly*
Me *crosses arms disapprovingly*: Now that was just uncalled for!
Mary Frances *reasonably*: Well, Narnie, he does have a point…they're only men, after all.
Me *smirks*: Indeed…at least two thirds of them are.
Christine *threateningly*: That better not mean what I think it means!
Raoul *clueless*: …What's it supposed to mean?
Erik *rolls eyes before replying*: Lauren was, yet again, making a point that you are not a man, fop!
Raoul: How many times are we going to go over this? I am so a man! I will prove it right now to each of you if you want me to! *reaches for his trousers*
Everybody *immediately grossed out, starts freaking out*: NO NO NO NO! That won't be necessary!
Raoul's hands thankfully drop to his sides at our sudden outbursts of alarm and he smirks at us.
Raoul: You really thought I was about to do that?
Me: Well, we can never tell with you!
Raoul: Wow, how dumb can you get?
Mary Frances *retorts*: Nowhere near as dumb as you, RaFop.
Erik *changes the subject back to food*: …So what's for dinner?
Mary Frances: Well, we're planning on going out for the night!
Christine *claps hands together excitedly*: OH YAY!
Me *starts singing RENT*: Let's go oooowwut tonight!
Erik *teases*: Are you hinting that we're going to a bar or club?
Mary Frances *with complete sarcasm*: Oh yeah, Erik, we're all going to sneak into a bar or club! That's exactly how we want to spend our Friday night!
Gerry: Sounds fun ta me!
Me: Only because you men would be the only ones allowed in!
Gerry: That obviously didn't stop you before…
Me: …Oh yeah…heheh…*looks down awkwardly*
Erik *to me*: Well, if we're not going to a club or a bar, then just where do you plan on dragging us?
Me: To the county fair!
Mary Frances: Yeah, it's in town this week and we think it'd be really fun to just go and hang out there for the night!
Me: There's so much to eat and do! You guys are going to love it!
Raoul *enthusiastically*: Wow, sounds great! Let's go!
Gerry *halfheartedly*: I still think the bar or club sounds better…
Me: Shut it, Gerry; you're under our roof now and you will abide by our rules and the first rule is no drinking outside the comfort of this home!
Raoul: What? Since when are there rules?
Me *elbows him in the gut, hisses*: Would you shut UP?
Christine *changes the subject*: Hey wait, aren't the fairgrounds where couples like to go for a nice night out together?
Me *not having the slightest idea about where she's going with this*: Um, sure, I guess…why?
Christine: Well, why don't we make it a nice triple date night? Like me and Raouly can have our first "date" here in the 21st century, Lauren and Erik can also have their first official date, and Mary Frances and Gerry can "get to know one another"!
Mary Frances *leans over, asks me in a weirded out tone*: …When did she become a relationship expert?
Me *mumbles to self*: That does it, I'm taking my gossip magazines back from her and hiding them…
Erik *thinking to himself*: They have magazines entirely devoted to gossip?
Mary Frances *cocks an eyebrow at Christine, points out suggestively*: Didn't you two already have your first "date"?
Christine: No, that was just—
Mary Frances *hurriedly cuts her off*: AGH! My ears! They bleed!
Christine *eagerly*: So what do you guys think?
Raoul: I think it'll be fun!
Me: And I actually agree with him…for once!
Mary Frances: Me too!
Gerry *smirking*: It'll certainly be interesting, now that we've made it a triple date… *winks at Mary Frances*
Me *looks over at Erik, who is sitting nearby unresponsively, calls to him*: …Erik? You're awfully quiet over there, dear.
I could tell he was having a moment, seeing as his face bore a cold expression and he hadn't uttered a word since I said the word 'fair'.
When he didn't reply, I got up from my seat and coaxingly took his arm, pulling him to his feet.
Me: Come on, why don't we talk while I get ready? *starts to lead him out of the kitchen* The rest of you guys be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.
We leave the remainder of the family in the kitchen and went down to my bedroom.
Me *as I close the double doors behind me*: Alright, now what's this all about?
Erik *takes a seat on my bed*: I just don't think this is a good idea…
Me *sits down next to him, asks in a gentle tone*: What do you mean? …Is this about the freaks and gypsies?
Erik *sighs and avoids eye contact*: The last time I attended a fair, I was the main attraction and I was abused and tortured in a cage on a daily basis by those money obsessed gypsies…being laughed and jeered at, people poking me with sticks and throwing rocks at me…all because of this… *gestures toward the disfigured side of his face* And now I can't help but feel an inkling of hatred towards the idea of a travelling fair—
Me *stops him, tenderly takes his face and turns him to look at me*: Hey, hey…listen to me: first off, this *takes his mask off and strokes his cheek* is what makes you unique…not hideous or monstrous. *trails my hand down to his chest and covers his heart* It's what's on the inside that counts… Second off, travelling fairs in the 21st century are completely different from those in the 19th century, okay? There are no freak shows, no gypsies…just all the junk food in the world, games, and rides!
Erik *finally cracks a smile*: Alright, you had me at "junk food". I swear, that stuff is one of the best creations known to man of this century…
Me *smiles back*: Trust me, you're going to love it! And I need to start getting ready… *stands up and crosses the room to my dresser*
Erik *also stands, but stays and watches me*: I've come to understand that this will be our first "date", as they call it in this time.
Me *smirks, replies simply while putting together one of my favorite, dark outfits*: Yeah, it will be.
Erik *concernedly*: …Is that okay?
Me: Oh, of course! I'm really excited! I mean, I've never been on a real date before…but since it will be our first, I want to make it clear to you that I will not have you going out of your way to cause destruction! I just want a sweet, normal first date! So, in summary: no fireworks, no crazy stunts, no eradicating of any cute boy who happens to look my way, no—
Erik *abstractedly observing my clothes*: You know, it just occurred to me that all your wardrobe consists of is dark colors…
Me *turns around to face him exasperatingly*: Are you even listening to me? And yeah, dark colors are my trademark; everybody recognizes me through my fancy, dark clothing choices.
Erik: You should brighten it up a bit and throw a little color in there.
Me *defensively*: I wear colors, Erik.
Erik *sensibly while crossing his arms*: Black, white, and grey with the occasional red, blue, and purple are not considered a "colorful wardrobe", darling.
Me: Well, I refuse to wear pastels and "girly" colors, like pink, yellow, orange, lime green—okay, are we seriously arguing over the colors of my wardrobe?
Erik *steps forward, looking me dead in the eye*: Alright, how's this: I promise I will not go out of my way to cause trouble on our first date…as long as I get to pick your outfit for the night and you wear it to the fair.
Me: *eyes widen in terror at such a proposition*
About ten minutes later, Erik comes waltzing back into the kitchen with a smug look upon his face.
Mary Frances *looks up from unloading the dishwasher*: Well, that's certainly a revolution; one minute, you're as troubled as they get and the next, you're as satisfied as the cat that ate the canary!
Erik *smirks and leans against the counter next to her*: Yes, well, Lauren always seems to know exactly what to say to make everything okay.
Mary Frances *smiles*: She's always had that effect… So, it's going to be you guys' first date; you got anything special in mind?
Erik *looks over at her, clueless*: What do you mean?
Mary Frances: Well, I don't know, it's your first date! I would think you'd have something up your sleeve!
Erik *trying to buy some time, asks cynically while crossing his arms*: Well, does Gerry have anything planned for the two of you for your first date?
Mary Frances *hisses at him*: Hey, it's not a date! We're just pairing up for the night, I guess… But don't change the subject! I'm guessing you've got nothing, then?
Erik *sighs in a defeated manner*: …I'll think of something…
Mary Frances *pats his arm optimistically*: Well, I think between the two of us, we can come up with something. Hey, maybe we won't blow up anything in the process!
Erik *raises his eyebrows, evil grin*: Lauren didn't say anything about "no bombing the place out"…
They both look at each other…
Erik & Mary Frances *start laughing their heads off*: BWAHAHAHA!
Mary Frances *regains composure & glances at the clock*: Seriously, what is taking Lauren so long? All she does is throw on a ton of black and she's good to go!
Erik *puts back on the smug act*: Well, I made a few modifications to her outfit…
Mary Frances *looks over at him in a frightened manner*: Um, what do you mean by that?
Erik *still smug*: You'll find out soon enough…
Mary Frances *warningly*: Erik, if she comes out here looking like some—
Erik: Don't worry…
Mary Frances: What did you—
She didn't even finish her sentence and immediately stopped in utter shock when I came sulking into the kitchen with the ultimate sour look on my face…and wearing the brightly colored evidence of my now crabby mood.
Erik: *observing me in satisfaction*
Mary Frances *staring in astonishment*: Oh…my…
I was wearing a hot pink scoop neck top with an orange turtleneck underneath it. I was also wearing a pair of bright blue jeans and on my feet were bright yellow ballet flats. To top it all off, a lime green jacket hung over my arm for once the night got dark and chilly.
Me *giving the pair of them the death glare while stalking past them*: Not one word…
Mary Frances *in evident shock, turns to Erik*: …How could you?
Erik *shrugs, smirks, & replies simply*: A deal's a deal.
Me *calls to the others*: Alright, let's head out!
Christine *jumps up from the sofa in the den*: YAAAY—*sees me, stops in alarm*—yoooooooooo…
Gerry: *bites his lip, holding back his own laughter*
Raoul *laughingly*: Whoa! Is there a reason you look like a walking rainbow, Lauren?
Me: *pops him a good one in the back of the head before storming down the hall and into the garage*
The car ride was not as bad as I had imagined it, seeing as the rest of the family decided it not the best idea to bring up my unnatural appearance. At least I would have a nice, normal, destruction-less first date with Erik…but even if he breaks the deal and puts one toe out of line, I always had my emergency retaliation plan…
We arrived at the fair by sundown and parked among the hundreds of other cars in the parking lot.
Christine *walking arm in arm with Raoul, staring in amazement at the Ferris wheel as we head up to the front gate*: Oh my gosh! What is that thing?
Mary Frances: It's a Ferris Wheel. You sit in one of those compartments and it spins around a couple of times.
Raoul *gulps, asks in a timid voice*: …Is it safe?
Christine: I sure hope so…'cause I can't wait to ride it!
We pay for our admittance and then walk down the huge shelter, where all the arts and crafts were on display with their awards and ribbons. It was near the art section where I noticed Erica, Lainee, and Sarah, three of my acquaintances, were standing and conversing together.
Me *smiles and waves to get their attention*: Hey guys!
The girls looked up, but merely stared, as if they didn't recognize me. I then realized my bizarre outfit was confusing them of my identity.
Me *reddening in the face*: It's me, it's Lauren…
Erica & Lainee & Sarah *stop staring at my clothing & finally put it together*: Oh, hey! *go back to gossiping*
Me: *now embarrassed, goes back to sulking*
Erik *catches up to me & slips his hand into mine*: Oh come now, are you going to be like this all night?
Me *irritatingly*: Did you see that? No one even recognizes me! I look like a complete idiot!
Erik: A deal's a deal, darling. And I don't think you look like an idiot…just a grumpy, walking rainbow…
Me: Yeah, well, in comparison, you look like the nutcase…I mean, the mask I can understand, but did you seriously have to wear the tux and cape?
Erik: Yes, it's my signature look!
Me: *rolls eyes, sighs exasperatingly*
Erik: But what I'm trying to say is that it's not all about looks…it's about being yourself and just having a wonderful first date together. What you look like and what you're wearing doesn't matter.
Me *smiles at him*: You're right…
Erik *arrogantly*: I always am.
Gerry *dashes up and shoves Erik's arm*: Yeah, keep dreamin', Phantom!
Erik: *playfully tackles Gerry & puts him in a headlock*
I laughed and smiled elatedly at the sight of the pair of them getting along and just being guys.
Mary Frances *also laughing, calls to them*: Come on y'all! Let's go get some dinner!
Christine: YAY!
Gerry *as Erik releases him*: Good, I'm starved!
Mary Frances: Well, what should we get?
Raoul *looking down the line of countless food stands*: There's so much to choose from!
Erik: And it all smells so heavenly!
Me: How about we get a cup of lemonade and French fries each?
Erik: …I have no idea what either of those things are, but they sound good! Let's go!
With that, we went off and bought three cups of lemonade and French fries for each couple to split amongst themselves. After vinegar-ing and salting down our fries, we all sat together at a picnic table underneath the nearby shelter.
Erik *tries a French fry, eyes widen instantly*: Oh…my…
Christine & Raoul *stuffing their faces*: Wow, these things are incredible!
Gerry: I gotta say, these fries kick some serious—
Erik * takes a sip of the lemonade, cuts him off*: This honestly tastes like they dumped a cup of sugar into a cup of lemon juice and didn't bother to check and make sure it dissolved…but it's unbelievably amazing! I love it!
Me & Mary Frances: We told you you'd love it!
We continued chowing down our quite delicious, but very unhealthful, dinner, all the while chatting and laughing together.
Me *once we finished*: Now it's time for some dessert!
Erik: I can only imagine what you have in mind!
Gerry: What, with ev'ry *BLEEP!* dessert imaginable offered here!
Me: I was thinking I'd get three elephant ears!
Despite Mary Frances' excited response, they rest of them all stared at me in disgust.
Me *not quite understanding their reaction*: …What?
Raoul *uneasily*: …You eat the ears of elephants in this century?
Me: What? Oh! No! Of course not! It's fried dough with lots of toppings!
Mary Frances: Yeah, they call it that 'cause the dough itself is big and shaped like an elephant's ear.
Erik & Christine & Raoul *now nodding in understanding*: Ohhh, okay!
Therefore, Erik and I went to the fried dough stand to order our dessert while the others sat at the table and awaited our return.
I ordered three elephant ears and had them each covered in a thick layer of chocolate sauce and powdered sugar.
Erik *fascinatingly watching the dough being made through the window*: …That's a lot of powdered sugar…
He continued watching and fell silent, as if contemplating something, but I took no direct notice of the mischievous expression he bore…
Within a few minutes, we were handed our order and heading back to our table.
Me *handing out the boxes*: I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, the ultimate fairground dessert!
We all immediately dove into our elephant ears, indulging ourselves in the delicious goodness.
Christine & Raoul: *sweetly feeding each other their elephant ear*
Mary Frances *sharing with Gerry, looks over at Erik*: So what do you think, Erik?
We all glanced his way, interested to see what his opinion was on the fried dough.
Erik *replies solemnly*: …I regret to inform you all that pancakes have officially been replaced as number one on my junk food list…this is phenomenal!
We all laughed at his immediate revelation and continued to chow down on our dessert. It wasn't long before we were nearly finished and ready to move on to the next activity.
Gerry *deposits our empty dinner containers into the trash can*: Well, that dinner in itself probably just took 'bout two years off my lifespan…
Mary Frances: *giggles at the truth in his statement*
Me: Yeah, it was quite unhealthy…
Erik: But so frickin' worth it!
Christine & Raoul *now helping each other cleanse their faces of leftover chocolate*: So what's the plan for the rest of the night?
Me *wiping my hands clean*: I think after we finish up here, we'll digest a bit and go check out the animal barn across the way over there. *points over my shoulder* By the time we're done in there, it'll be dark and they'll have lit up the rides, so we'll go buy some tickets and ride the rides for the rest of the night!
Christine: Sounds great, but I have an idea: how about after we ride some of the rides, each couple spends a little quality time together before we all meet back at the Ferris wheel so we can ride it together and then head home?
We all looked at one another, considering her romantic suggestion.
Me *finally agrees*: Alright, that sounds good!
Some alone time with each other almost sounded doctor recommended…
Mary Frances *starts leading us across the way with Gerry at her side*: Come on, let's go see the animals!
We head into the giant warehouse where all the animals were being kept. Our noses instantly filled with the sweet smell of hay. The continuous sounds of chickens clucking, roosters crowing, and cows mooing echoed all around us.
Everybody splits up and runs off to observe their animal of choice.
Gerry *staring in awe at a giant mama pig in a cage with her piglets*: That's a lotta bacon…
Me *amusedly*: See! Food! That's all y'all think about!
I then walked away to see where Mary Frances and Christine had run off to. I found them kneeling by the cage of baby chicks, playing with the little yellow birds.
Baby Chicks: *peeping*
Mary Frances *gesturing me over to them*: Lauren! Look at the baby chicks!
Christine *gently stroking the feathers of the chick in her hands*: Aren't they adorable?
Me *picks one up*: How cute!
Christine: And this one likes to be sung to! Watch!
She begins humming a soft tune and the little chick in the palm of her hands sat motionless while staring up at her in admiration.
Me & Mary Frances: Awwww!
Just then, Raoul comes running up to us.
Raoul: Hey Lauren! Can we feed the goats? Please, please, please!
Me: Oh, sure!
We gently put the chicks back in their cage before going to the little vending machine next to the goat pen. I put a few quarters into it and everyone received a handful of goat feed.
Christine *feeding the first goat she sees*: Haha, Raouly, it tickles!
Raoul: Really? Let me try! *holds out handful of feed to the goat, which starts nibbling at it* Haha, yeah, it does kind of tickle—OW! IT BIT MY HAND!
Christine *begins reprimanding the goat*: No! Bad goat! No biting!
Gerry *standing with Mary Frances, asks hesitantly*: Ya sure it won't bite me? RaFop over there doesn't seem ta be havin' the best of luck…
Mary Frances *raises an eyebrow*: It's a goat…
Gerry *smirks, says jokingly*: Oh, really? I thought it was a dragon!
Mary Frances: *dissolves into giggles*
Erik *feeding a llama, calls to Raoul*: Beat this, fop…
Raoul: *glares up from nursing his bitten hand, sticks his tongue out at Erik in retort*
Me *rolls eyes and leans against railing of the goat pen*: Erik, you're such a showoff…
Erik *smirks*: What can I say? I'm just way better than him when it comes to the simple task of feeding animals…
Me *watching him affectionately petting the llama, which seems to have taken a liking to him*: You do seem to have a way with them.
Erik: I love animals…I've always been good with them.
Me: I do, too. Actually, goats are my favorite farm animal…well, besides horses—OW! OH MY GOD!
I had suddenly felt something tugging on the ends of my super long hair (which had unknowingly fallen over the edge of the goat pen), only to turn around to find a stupid goat chewing on it! I immediately jumped out of the goat's reach and examined my hair. Meanwhile, the rest of the family and nearby witnesses were snickering at me upon seeing what had just occurred.
Me *mutters heatedly*: Stupid goat…
Erik *trying not to burst into hysterics*: Darling, your hair's so long, it probably looks like a buffet to him!
At this point, even I had started to laugh at the whole incident. The poor goat was only hungry and didn't know any better. Erik took notice of this and fed the remainder of his goat feed to the goat while petting his head.
Erik *asks me jokingly*: So what were you saying about goats being your favorite farm animal?
He didn't even give me a chance to answer when his eyes suddenly looked beyond me and widened in bewilderment.
Erik: What is THAT?
I turned around to see a giant, saddled bull looking over at us in a dull manner. It was standing out in the open in front of an old western backdrop with a camera on a stand in front of it.
Me: It's just a bull.
Erik *falls silent while the cogs begin turning in his head*: Hmm…
Christine *approaches us, looking at the bull in astonishment*: Wow, that thing is huge!
Raoul *nervously standing behind Christine*: And looks dangerous! It shouldn't just be standing there out in the open!
Me: It's a little photo shoot thing for kids. They can sit up there on its back and get their picture taken for 4 bucks… See, there's a little white pony with a fairytale backdrop for the little girls.
Erik *mockingly*: Aw, I'm sure RaFop would love to have his picture taken on the little pony!
Raoul *defensively*: Would not!
Erik *raises his eyebrows*: Oh yeah? Then I dare you to be a man and get up on that bull instead!
Raoul: *hesitates*
Erik *tauntingly*: What's wrong? You're not man enough?
That did it: at Erik's cruel words, Raoul instantly straightened up, puffed out his chest, and bravely strode up to the bull, all in order to prove his manhood.
Christine *calls worriedly*: Raouly-Bear, please be careful!
It took him a minute, but he managed to climb up onto the back of bull.
Raoul *looks around in disbelief before throwing his hands into the air in success*: HA! In your face, Erik! I am so a man!
Erik *takes off his cape*: Yeah? Give it a second! *starts walking up to the front of the bull*
Mary Frances *suddenly frightened*: Um, Erik, what are you doing?
Erik *smirking evilly*: Something completely worth it! *starts waving his cape and calling to the bull* Toro! Toro!
Automatically, the bull became enraged and started to charge him, but Erik skillfully leapt out of the way! All the while, Raoul's still on the bull's back, holding on for dear life and screaming his head off!
Gerry *shielding Mary Frances, shouts to Erik*: What the *BLEEP!* man! Do ya have a death wish or somethin'?
Erik *realizes this was a stupid idea*: Yeah, I obviously didn't think this one through…
The rest of the people in the barn had all run screaming out of the barn, so it was only us left to deal with the situation on hand.
Abruptly, the bull came to terms that Raoul was still hanging onto him and this caused him to become even angrier! It halted in its tracks and began kicking around, trying to throw Raoul off!
Raoul *screaming at the top of his lungs*: AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH! HE-E-ELP!
Christine *shrieks in terror*: OH MY GOD! RAOUL!
Me: RAOUL! JUST JUMP! IT'LL BE ALRIGHT!
He hesitated before letting go and crashing to the concrete floor. Christine and I both ran to his side and hurriedly helped him to his feet.
Finally, some staff members decided to show up and instantly took control of the angry bull! While they were busy with the crazy animal, we took the first chance we got and made a run for it!
Gerry *hastily shoving us toward the exit*: GO! GO! GO! GO!
We didn't dare stop running until we reached a random food stand that we decided to plop down and hide behind, since we were all in desperate need to catch our breath. Just as I had predicted, night had finally fallen and the rides across the way were lit up and in motion.
After a few moments of silence and heavy panting, we all looked at one another before bursting into utter hysterical laughter!
Erik: That…was…AWESOME!
Gerry *looks over at him in disbelief*: Are you…insane? We could have…been killed…fer God's sake!
Christine: I'm with the Scotsman on this one! That was very dangerous!
Erik: But it was so worth it! Did you see the look on the fop's face?
Mary Frances: And you with your cape was quite a sight!
Christine *turns to her husband concernedly*: Are you okay, Raouly? Did you hurt yourself when you tumbled off that thing?
Raoul *looking unhappily at his hand*: I scraped my hand when I fell!
Me: Oh, quit whining and be thankful it was just a little scratch and you didn't crack your head open! *stands up, puts my hands on my hips, and glares down at Erik* Erik! You broke the deal! You promised no crazy stunts!
Erik *shrinks & apologizes*: I know, and I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it—
Me *cuts him off*: You know what, I don't even care! You know why? 'Cause, now that you've gone back on your word, I can go back on mine! *grabs my pink and orange tops and rip them off*
Erik *eyes widen before hurriedly shielding them*: WHOA! *peeks and realizes I've been wearing a fancy, solid black shirt underneath* Oh…wait, how long have you been wearing that?
Me: All night! I just put the outfit you chose on over it; that way, in case you broke the deal, I'd have a way to retaliate! *crosses arms & smirks with triumph*
Erik *frowns, now a little put out*: Well then…
Me *looks over at the others*: So, who's up for rides?
Everybody *excitedly get to their feet*: YAY! Yeah! C'mon, let's go!
Once we found the ticket booths, we bought a set of tickets and headed into the amusement area.
Mary Frances: *hops onto Gerry's back and wraps her arms around his neck*
Gerry: Um, sweetheart, yer legs do not appear ta be broken.
Mary Frances *replies playfully*: I know, I'm just lazy and don't feel like walking anymore.
Gerry *smirks & shakes his head*: You better be thankful ye're cute…
Upon witnessing this, Erik (thinking whatever Gerry did he could do better) stopped and allowed me to climb onto his own back before taking the lead of the group.
Me: Well, thanks for the lift, dear, but I can walk.
Erik *teasingly*: Oh, quiet; you know you want me to carry you…
Me: *rolls eyes, but smirks knowingly*
Christine *now riding on Raoul's back as well, looking around in awe*: Wow…there's so many rides!
Raoul *mumbles anxiously*: All of which look both dangerous and intimidating…
Me: Remember, we only have so many tickets, so how about everybody gets to pick one ride each and we all go on it together?
Everybody *agrees*: Yeah, sounds good, let's go!
Christine *reminds us cheerily*: Except for when we all split up and spend quality time with our significant others!
Me: Yes, of course.
Erik: So what should we go on first?
Christine *pipes up excitedly*: The biggest, fastest, scariest one!
Me: Then I suggest we go on the Wipeout!
Raoul: *does not like the sound of that, gulps in dread*
Erik: And where is this particular ride located?
Me: It's always at the very back edge of the fairgrounds…
Erik: Then I declare a race between the men…with the girls riding on their backs!
Gerry: Oh ye're on!
Mary Frances: Y'all are going down!
Raoul & Christine: Not if we can help it!
The guys line up and get situated.
Erik: You girls hang on tight, this could get rough!
At his words of warning, each of us took a moment to prepare ourselves for whatever was to come.
Erik: Now, on three! One…two…three!
They all took off running at the same swift pace while us girls tightly gripped them from behind.
As to be expected, Raoul and Christine immediately fell behind and Gerry and Mary Frances were beginning to pull ahead, but Erik and I wouldn't have it!
By the time we nearly reached the Wipeout ride, we were head on with them, but who won would always remain unknown…seeing as Erik's feet apparently decided to give out right before we reached the attraction, causing us to tumble to the ground and landing in an awkward heap on the ground!
Erik *concernedly*: Lauren! I'm sorry, are you okay?
Me *laughing*: Yes, I'm fine! Oh my gosh, that was great!
I was laughing so hard, I didn't even notice the other fairgoers who had witnessed our stumble snickering and giving us funny looks.
Gerry *lets Mary Frances down before laughing and asking us in mock bewilderment*: What kind of a finish was'at?
Erik *also laughing while helping me to my feet*: Obviously as good as it was gonna get!
Me *starts dusting myself off*: And we so beat y'all…by like half a second!
Mary Frances: Nuh uh! If anything, it was a tie!
Me *thinking back to earlier when he had recorded Mary Frances and I as we finished our school work*: Gosh, where's the fop when you need him?
Erik *looks off into the distance*: They're coming, I see them.
Sure enough, we could see the figures of Raoul and Christine, walking side by side in our direction.
Gerry *calls to them*: What happened? Ya gave up an' didn't even try ta finish properly?
Raoul *shrugs*: We didn't want to end up like Lauren and Erik over there.
Gerry: Can't argue with that…it was pretty pathetic!
Raoul *decides to get cocky*: But regardless of the circumstances, it was bound to happen…I mean, they can't spend twenty minutes together without one somehow ending up on top of the other!
Me *blushes & shoves him in the arm*: Oh, shut up!
Christine *ushering us toward the entrance to the Wipeout*: Come on! What are we standing around for? Let's get "Wiping out"!
We handed the admittance dude our tickets and went in to find an empty compartment to sit in together. Unfortunately, there were only four seats in one compartment (two on either side), so me and Erik sat together on one side with Gerry and Mary Frances across from us in one compartment and Christine and Raoul sat directly behind us in another compartment.
Me: Make sure you're buckled in and the safety bar is secure in front of you.
Gerry *teases*: Yes, mum.
Raoul *looks over his shoulder at me, asks nervously*: So, um, what does this thing do?
Me: It spins in a circle really fast and then goes up and tilts to the side and it'll change direction at some point. It's awesome!
Christine *whoops excitedly*: This is gonna be awesome!
Raoul*whimpers*: I'm gonna die…
Mary Frances: Erik, you need to take off your mask.
Erik *eyes widen in horror*: WHAT?
Mary Frances: Do you want it to come flying off and have it possibly break or get lost?
Erik: No!
Me: Then just take it off! Hon, we've been over this a hundred times! Everybody's going to be way to busy screaming to notice you!
Erik: Alright, fine! *grudgingly takes it off and hands it to me*
And just in the nick of time: no sooner had I gently wrapped the porcelain mask in my coat and placed it snugly next to me had the ride started up and began to spin at a moderate rate.
Raoul: …This isn't so bad.
Christine *disappointingly*: …This is boring!
The words were barely out of her mouth when the ride suddenly accelerated to its top speed and began to rise into the air!
Christine *throws her hands up into the air*: WHOOO! Now that's what I'm talking about!
Raoul: *whimpering pathetically*
Me *as the ride starts to tilt on its side*: Here we go!
It reached its climax, in both height and speed, the force of the two put together causing me and Mary Frances to be squished by our partners and our feet to dangle out of the opening of the compartment.
Raoul *now screaming his head off*: AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!
Christine: WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Me *being crushed by Erik*: Ow! Erik, you're heavy!
Erik *retorts*: Well, excuse me! It's not my fault if my body weight is unintentionally interfering with your own comfort!
Gerry *crushing Mary Frances*: It probably would have been smarter if you girls had been on the inside.
Mary Frances: Yeah, now you tell us!
Seemingly all too soon, the ride slowed to a stop while still tilted on its side.
Christine: Awww!
Raoul *sighs in relief*: Oh thank God! It's over!
Me: Nope, it's just changing direction!
Christine: OH YAY!
Raoul: …I think I'm gonna be sick!
True to my words, the ride spun in the opposite direction for a while before slowing to a stop and returning to its original horizontal angle and height.
Everybody (except Raoul) *as we stumble off of the ride*: That was AWESOME!
Mary Frances: Let's do it again!
Gerry: As thrillin' as it was, I think once was quite enough, sweetheart.
Me: Yeah, I don't think I've ever been dizzier in my entire life! *climbs onto Erik's back and wraps my arms around his neck*
Erik *slips his arms underneath my legs before stating playfully*: Oh sure, now you want me to give you ride!
Christine: Whoa, Raouly, are you okay?
Raoul:*hurling into a nearby trashcan*
Everybody *grossed out*: Oh ewwww…
Raoul *straightens up after a moment*: Well, there went my dinner, but I'm good now…
We head on in search for the next ride we want to attempt.
Me: I guess we should stay on the ground for the next attraction and let Raoul's stomach settle. Who wants to pick next?
Erik: What's that? *gestures to the glass house*
Mary Frances: The glass house. You go in and have to find your way out of the maze of glass and mirrors.
Erik: Sounds easy enough, let's go!
We gave the admittance dude our tickets and went into the glass house. It wasn't too long before we got separated into groups of two.
Me *following Gerry*: Oh great, it's like the Tourville Gauntlet all over again!
Gerry: Except without the freaks jumpin' out at us!
Me *stops in shock upon walking in front of a trick mirror*: Whoa, my head looks like a balloon!
Gerry *awkwardly looking in another mirror*: …Does this mirror make my *BLEEP* look big?
Meanwhile…
Raoul *runs straight into a glass wall*: *BONK*
Christine *giggling at her reflection in one of the trick mirrors*: Haha, look, Raouly! I look fat!
Raoul *jumps at the sight of his own reflection*: AGH! This is almost scarier than the Tourville Gauntlet!
Meanwhile…
Erik *lost with Mary Frances*: OK, how are we ever supposed to get out of this?
Mary Frances: It's easy, just look for greasy forehead stains!
Christine *overhears her, exclaims from off in the distance*: Ew!
Erik: Seriously, do they ever wipe these things down?
Outside, the admittance dude was watching us and laughing at our confusion. Erik did not necessarily appreciate this…
Erik *finally looses it*: Oh screw it! We're doing this my way! *pulls a candlestick out of nowhere and smashes his way through the mirror*
It wasn't long before he and Mary Frances met up with me and Gerry.
Me *screams as the glass wall smashes next to me*: AGH! *realizes it's only Erik and Mary Frances* What the—ERIK! What are you thinking?
Erik: I'm thinking I want out of this blasted maze!
Gerry *matter-of-factly*: Actually, I think we're all thinkin' that very same thing…
Erik *snaps back*: Don't get smart with me! I'm just trying to take the easy way out!
Christine & Raoul *approach us through the hole Erik just made*: Did someone say "easy way out"?
Mary Frances: Yeah, Erik did.
Me *irritably*: And by "easy way", he means smashing through the walls with his candlestick until he finds the exit!
Raoul: Oh, I thought the area back there seemed a little bare…and the floor did sound crunchier than before.
Christine: Where did he even get a candlestick?
Erik: Alright, enough chitchat! Let's blow this dump already and go find something else to do!
Gerry: Well, lead the way! Ye're the one with the candlestick!
Before I could protest, Erik continued smashing through the walls until we came to the exit.
Admittance Dude *tries to stop us*: HEY! You know you're going to have to replace those!
Erik *now smirking*: Uh huh, who's laughing now?
With that, we took off before we could get into any more trouble than we already were!
Erik *once we all stopped for breath*: Well, that was fun while it lasted!
Everybody: *agrees*
Me *still cross*: Erik! I can't believe you broke the deal…again!
Erik *sighs, says solemnly*: Yes, I know… Go ahead; take off whatever you want next then.
Me *gets down to take off my shoes*: Gladly!
Erik: Crap! Reverse psychology sucks!
I quickly replaced the stupid yellow ballet flats with my black boots.
Mary Frances: So what should we do now?
Raoul: Those look neat! *gestures to the bumper car arena*
Me: Bumper cars? Sure, why not?
So, we end up splitting up into pairs, ready to kick some serious tail!
Erik *sharing a cart with me, buckling his seat belt*: Fop! You're going down!
Raoul *sharing a cart with Christine*: *glares over at us*
Erik *smirks and turns to Gerry*: And you too, Scotsman!
Gerry *sharing with Mary Frances*: What? Even while yer best friend's in the same cart?
Mary Frances: Don't worry about it, Gerry…'cause we're totally going to kick their butts before they can even deliver a single hit to ours!
Me *feigns offense*: Oh no you di'n't, sista!
Mary Frances *plays along*: Oh yes, I did!
Erik: Lauren, buckle your seatbelt, baby; this is gonna be intense!
The moment the cars were allowed to move around, Erik floored it and sped toward Raoul and Christine, who were still trying to get a hang of operating the cart. The pair of them barely had a chance to scream before we totaled them in the side!
Me & Erik: HAHA!
Suddenly, we were hit from the behind by none other than Gerry and Mary Frances!
Gerry & Mary Frances *yell triumphantly*: HA!
Erik & Me: Grrr!
While we were busy chasing after them, Raoul and Christine finally figured out how to get the cart to move and were coming after us.
Me: Oh snap, Erik, they're on our tail!
Erik: I see 'em! Hang on to something…other than me! *makes a very sharp left turn*
Christine & Raoul: AAGH—*don't turn in time and crash into the wall*
Due to our sudden direction change, we nearly rammed into Gerry and Mary Frances again!
Me: WHOA!
Erik *automatically veers to the right*: Oh no you don't!
We changed direction again so that we were now chasing them instead!
Erik *calls threateningly*: You can run but you can't hide!
Gerry: *humorously flips Erik off*
Unfortunately, we never got a chance to catch and corner them, seeing as the ride came to an end and we were forced to leave.
Erik: Alright, I admit, that was the most fun I've had all night!
Mary Frances & Gerry: We told you we'd nail y'all!
Me: Yeah, but we totally slammed Raoul and Christine!
Raoul & Christine: I think we had a dysfunctional cart!
Erik: Either that, or you just couldn't decipher which was the brake and the gas pedal!
Christine: Well, I think it's about time we split up for a bit and spend a little quality time with our *joins hands with Raoul* significant others…
Me *smirks*: Alright, fine. Remember, everybody meet back at the Ferris wheel. Have fun and behave!
With that, each couple went their separate ways.
Gerry *walking with Mary Frances*: I guess we'll just walk around here 'til we find somethin' that catches our eye.
Mary Frances: *not listening, looking up at a cute stuffed owl that's hanging among a ton of other prizes on display above a sidestall game*
Gerry *thinking to himself*: Well, that was easier done than said… *steps toward the counter*
Mary Frances *confusedly*: What are you doing?
He did not reply, but went on and paid the barker for a single round of chance. She watched as he was handed three baseballs and the barker stood back to allow him to aim for the stacked pins in front of them. All the while flaunting his famous smirk, Gerry took aim and confidently pitched the ball at the stack, which came tumbling down to the ground!
Barker: Oh! We have a winner! Congratulations, sir! Go ahead and pick from any of the prizes you like up there!
He instantly got the owl down and turned to Mary Frances.
Gerry *hands her the stuffed animal*: Fer you, sweetheart.
Mary Frances *takes it and looks up at him in admiration*: Thanks…
They both share a smile before joining hands and walking away together.
Meanwhile, wandering around elsewhere…
Erik *carrying me around on his back again, decides to make conversation*: So, are you having fun?
Me: Oh yes, I'm having a grand time…despite the fact that you've broken the deal twice and made me dress up like a walking rainbow.
Erik: Yes, but you make a very beautiful walking rainbow.
Me *can't help but smile at his compliment*: Well, thank you for saying so.
Erik: You're quite welcome. Now, what do you want to do? As much fun as this is, I think it might be more entertaining if we pick an actual ride to thrill ourselves with instead.
Me *notices the beautiful illuminated carousel*: Well, there's the carousel, why don't we try that? *adds alluringly* We could share a horse…
Erik *likes the sound of that*: …Let's go!
We head over and step up onto the carousel. He let me lead the way and pick the horse, so, of course, I chose a beautiful black horse for us to share.
Erik *teases me about my choice while helping me up onto the back of the horse*: Of course…
Me *sticks tongue out at him in retort*: Oh come on! I've always thought black horses were the prettiest!
Erik *mounts the horse and sits behind me*: Yes, well, according to you, everything's apparently more beautiful in black.
The ride then started up and the horses began bobbing up and down as the carousel spun around. I leaned back against him, enjoying the sensation of his arms wrapped around me as we rode along. We sat in silence for a while, just savoring our time together.
Country Song Being Played Over The Sound System: We were sittin' up there on your momma's roof
Talkin' 'bout everything under the moon
With the smell of honeysuckle and your perfume
All I could think about was my next move…
Me *recognizes the song*: Oh, I love this song!
Erik *rolls eyes*: Again with the country…
It was 'Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not' by Thompson Square. My eyes then widened once I realized how much the song pertained to our current "alone time"…and a devious smile crossed my face before I started singing along.
Me: Oh, but you were so shy, so was I
Maybe that's why it was so hard to believe
When you smiled and said to me *turns to face Erik*
"Are you gonna kiss me or not?
Are we gonna do this or what?
I think you know I like you a lot
But you're 'bout to miss your shot
Are you gonna kiss me or not?"
Erik *smirking down at me*: I thought you'd never ask…
I barely even had the chance to giggle before he kissed me and I instantly fell under his trance. In that moment, everything else faded away and all I could think about was him and I. I wasn't even aware of how much time had passed, until—
Rude Passerby Dude *shouts at us*: Yo! Weirdo lovebirds! The ride's over! Why don't you scram and go get a room?
The moment now ruined, Erik and I immediately broke apart and embarrassedly dismounted the horse before taking off for the Ferris wheel where the others were waiting for us. I noticed Mary Frances was hugging a cute stuffed owl to her chest and Christine had a teddy bear in her arms.
Christine *observes my empty arms*: Aww, Erik didn't try to win anything for you?
Me: No, we were a little busy on the carousel… *smirks up at Erik*
Erik: *smirks back*
Christine *practically dragging Raoul towards the entrance of the Ferris wheel*: Well, come on! Let's go ride this thing!
Mary Frances *notices Erik isn't following*: Aren't you coming, Erik?
Erik: Actually, Mary Frances, why don't you walk with me? We'll catch up with you guys!
The pair hurriedly walks off together.
Me: Alright then. *looks over at Gerry expectantly* Gerry, you want to join me then?
Gerry *smiles*: Sure, darlin'.
He and I, along with Raoul and Christine, walk toward the Ferris wheel while Erik and Mary Frances head off in the opposite direction.
Of course, Raoul and Christine share a compartment together and Gerry and I share one, as well.
Raoul *as the Ferris wheel begins to spin at a moderate speed*: This isn't so bad; at least it isn't going a hundred miles an hour… And look at the view!
Christine *gripping her teddy bear, her teeth chattering*: Y-yeah, you c-c-can see the wh-whole place fr-from up h-here!
Raoul *looks over at her concernedly*: Christine, are you okay?
Christine: Y-yeah…J-just c-cold…
Raoul *takes off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders before pulling her into a close embrace*: Here… Is that better?
Christine *smiles, snuggles closer to him*: Much…thank you, my Raouly-Bear…
Raoul *returns her smile before cupping her cheek with his hand*: Anytime, my dear… *tips her chin up and kisses her*
Meanwhile…
Me *screaming in terror*: GERRY! STOP! QUIT IT!
Gerry*rocking the compartment to make it swing*: Sorry! I couldn't resist…ya just freak out so easily!
Me: Honestly! You're worse than Erik—*screams as he rocks it again* WOULD YOU STOP FOR GOD'S SAKE! WE'RE GONNA DIE!—Wait a minute…I just had a disturbing thought…what exactly are Erik and Mary Frances doing?
Gerry *shrugs*: I guess we'll found out…
Me: *eyes widen in dread*
We now bring you Mary Frances' Point of View!
Me *while walking with Erik*: So what exactly did you want to do?
Erik *smirks*: Well, Lauren's clothes didn't stay in the 80s, so I shall get…"sweet"…revenge.
Me: Do you even know what the 80s were like?
Erik: I know it was filled with horrible music and color-blind people.
Me *rolls eyes before asking another question*: And what do you mean by "sweet"?
I followed Erik's eyes to the…elephant ear cart.
Me *realizes his intentions*: Erik…the powdered sugar…that will get everywhere! *begins to smirk*
Erik: Ha! I see the deviousness!
Me*tries to hide her smirk*: No! We can't…well…no!
Erik: You know you want to…
Me: Er…
Erik: And it won't be THAT big. Only enough to see it from the Ferris wheel!
Me *grinning like an idiot now*: Let's go!
Ten minutes and eleven seconds later…we created a firework-powered powdered sugar cannon!
Erik: You didn't put enough powdered sugar in it!
Me: Erik, you'll be able to see it from Canada…uh, do you smell smoke?
We looked down to realize the fireworks just magically set themselves off!
Erik: RUN!
We made a run for it and did an epic slow-motion-worthy jump as the fireworks exploded out of the shack behind us and an enormous cloud of powdered sugar polluted the air above!
Ester *sitting next to Carl, who's snoozing, in the old people music tent*: Carl, Carl! Wake up! Someone's made a cocaine bomb!
Carl: Twenty bucks it's that freak show next door. *goes back to snoozing*
Lauren *in a booming voice*: ERIK! MARY FRANCES!
All the Old People: *get out their wallets*
The powdered sugar then began to fall from the sky, covering everything in white.
Me *now covered in powder sugar*: Oh my God…we're gonna die…Lauren's gonna kill us and we're gonna die…
Erik *also covered in sugar*: No, she won't be able to find us, there are way too many people here for her—
Lauren *comes out of nowhere with the rest of the family in tow*: Car. NOW.
And now we return to Lauren's point of view before the *BLEEP!* Machine overheats and dies…
Once again, I shall leave my furious rant out and just skip to our arrival at home.
By this time, I've gotten over the predictable mishap and we all go our separate ways to shower all the powdered sugar off of ourselves and change into clean clothes. Afterwards, everyone gathers downstairs to wind down and settle in for the night.
Mary Frances, Gerry, Christine, and Raoul are all in the den, watching some TV. I'm still in my room, cleaning up and getting ready for bed. Erik is sitting in the kitchen, minding his own business (for once…), and apparently waiting for me to emerge from my room.
Mary Frances *lying down on the sofa*: *places her feet in Gerry's lap, expecting a massage*
Gerry *in mock exasperation*: Oh c'mon! I carried ya 'round the entire night! If anythin', you should be massagin' my feet…an' my back!
Mary Frances: *gives him the irresistible puppy dog eyes*
Gerry *sighs in defeat, shakes head, and smiles*: I swear, you are too much… *starts massaging her feet*
Mary Frances: *smirking in satisfaction*
I then enter the kitchen, clad in my black, off-the-shoulder Avril Lavigne shirt, fuzzy pajama pants, and my hair is pulled up into a messy pony tail.
Erik *glances up and observes my outfit*: Back in the black, I see.
Me: *sticks tongue out at him before putting a kettle on the stove for hot tea*
Erik: I'm guessing I failed in instilling any desire in you to wear brighter colors?
Me *turns around to face him, retorts*: I don't know, did I instill any desire in you to quit wreaking havoc wherever you go?
Erik: Touché…
Me *notices that he's messing with my laptop*: Um, what are you doing?
Erik: Trying to hack into your laptop, what's it look like?
Me: Why would you want to do that?
Erik *shrugs*: Because I can.
Me: Well, you can try all night, but you'll never guess the passwo—
My Laptop: *suddenly bling!s and powers up*
Erik: *grins at me in a prideful manner*
Me *glares back at him crossly, asks exasperatingly*: How did you guess it?
Erik *confusedly staring at the screen*: Uh, what is this?
Me *eyes widen upon realizing what he's now looking at, rushes towards him*: Oh no, no, no! Erik, stop! Please don't look at that! That's supposed to be a surprise!
Erik *holding me back and out of the computer's reach*: Lauren, why were you looking at a rentable beach house?
Me *tries to quiet him*: Shhh!
Mary Frances *comes in with the others in tow*: Hey, what's going on?
Me *snaps back*: Nothing! Erik, just close it!
Erik: I found this pulled up on her laptop! *shows them the screen*
Mary Frances: A beach house?
Gerry: An' a nice, big one at that!
Christine: Oooh! Are we moving?
Me *replies dolefully*: No, we're not moving…
Raoul: Then why were you looking at this house?
Me *sighs in defeat*: Well, I guess the secret's out… *smiles before taking in a breath and making the big announcement* That is the beach house that I've rented for our next Phangirl get-together!
Everyone *eyes widen, exclaim in surprise*: WHAT? Holy crap! Are you serious?
Me *now smiling, satisfied by their reactions*: Yep! We're going to the beach together for an entire weekend to celebrate New Year's!
Erik: And all the Phangirls are invited, too?
Gerry: An' we're all stayin' under one roof together?
Me: Why else would I have rented the biggest house available that's right on the ocean?
Mary Frances *clapping her hands in glee*: Oh my gosh, this is going to be so much fun!
Raoul *less than thrilled*: An entire weekend…with the Phangirls?
Erik: Oh, lighten up, fop! It's the beach!
Christine *takes Raoul's arm, coos*: Oh Raouly-Bear, don't you remember the day we met? When you ran into the sea to fetch my scarf for me? If it weren't for the beach, we wouldn't have ever met!
Gerry: I've always loved the beach…an' it'll be grand ta join you all at another one of yer crazy parties!
Me: Yeah, I've really missed the ocean and I haven't been to a beach in years, so I'm really excited!
Erik: Yeah, and I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm looking forward to an entire weekend of relaxation and late night festivities!
Mary Frances *cocks an eyebrow*: Late night festivities meaning "getting completely wasted and partying all night long?"
Erik: Precisely!
Gerry: An' I agree with him wholeheartedly!
Mary Frances: Of course you do…
Gerry: I mean, come on, what's a weekend at the beach for in the eyes of us men? Especially in order ta celebrate New Year's?
Me: …He has a point…
Mary Frances: Well, what are we waiting for? This weekend get-together isn't going to plan itself!
SURPRISE! Yes, you heard correct: we're inviting all you lovely Phangirls to come and stay at the beach with us for an entire weekend in celebration of the New Year! That equals an entire weekend of nothing but awesome hysterics on the beach! :D We can't promise the chapters will be posted on the actual weekend of New Year's, but we'll try our best… :)
And you can even check out the beach house at this link: www (dot) kapplyons (dot) com (slash) book (slash) imgview (dot) html?PMSID=SURFSIDE&Name=Surfside
Check out the view! This is actually where me and my entire family (including all my aunts, uncles, cousins, and my grandparents) would go and stay in this very house for a weeklong vacation every year. :) We can't go any more because we've outgrown the house… But now, I want to share it with you guys and invite you all to join us for a weekend of hysterics!
NO EXTRA GUESTS unless you get our permission to bring them. (It's getting harder and harder to incorporate everyone's guests, so we're only allowing a minimum number of extras.)
Please take your time and answer all of the required questions listed below, but read the summary below first.
Here is a summary of what were going to do with each chapter (it can help you come up with ideas you want us to include): We're staying Friday (December 30th)—Monday (January 2nd). The forecast is absolutely beautiful and promises nothing but sunshine and warm weather! ;) Anyway, Friday's chapter will consist of all of us travelling together to the island by the Phangirl bus of awesomeness. Once we get to the beach, we'll unpack and get settled in, have an early dinner, and then play around for a bit on the beach before the sun sets. After the sun sets, we'll all turn in early after a long day of travelling and such (unless you guys have a different idea!)
Saturday's chapter (December 31st) will start with us all getting up and eating breakfast together before getting ready and dressed in our bathing suits! We all spend the day on the beach together; tanning, swimming, boogie boarding, surfing, volleyball, and shell and shark tooth hunting galore! :D After dinner and the sun sets, that's when the party starts… We'll all chill out and mess around on the screened porch (with no doubt a wasted Erik and Gerry to keep up entertained) and countdown 'til midnight! After midnight, it gets even crazier when we decide to go ghost crab hunting! If you've never gone ghost crab hunting, all you do is walk in a group up and down the beach with flashlights and when you spot a crab, the elected crab catchers run ahead, catch the crab, and throw it into the bucket. (Don't worry, we let 'em go once we've had our fun.) After that, we make it back to the beach house and finally collapse in exhaustion.
Finally, Sunday's chapter (January 1st) starts out with everybody hung-over and slow going from such a crazy night. We take it easy on the beach and end the get-together with a nice bonfire, over which we roast hotdogs and marshmallows to make smores!
And there you have it! :D Now that you've read the summary, please REVIEW or PM me and answer the following questions:
Do you have any crazy ideas, scenes, and dialogue you would like us to include? Do you have any meal/drink ideas (we gotta eat, y'know!)? What else do you want to bring (besides sunscreen and your swimsuit)?
We can't wait to see all of your ideas! Thanks for reading and reviewing! We love you all!