"Lets go! We don't have all day you know!" Nick cried, following the girls around their room. "Nick! Give us a minute. Damn, you'd think you wanted us to go out looking as bad as you two, for heavens sakes." Christie snapped. "Yes, we just look SO bad." James muttered, rolling his eyes. Both guys were dressed in jeans, Nikes, and Tommy Hilfiger shirts. Steph and Christie, however, opted for a more 'New York' look, as that was the state they were currently in. Steph had on a pair of tight denim jeans with a white midriff shirt, black ankle boots peeking out of the bottom of her flared jeans. A black leather jacket topped it off. Christie got creative, and had made half of her outfit. She got a silky black tube top, cut holes in it, and looped safety pins through a few of the holes. Black Lita-style cargo pants covered sneakers.
"Can we go now?" James asked, incredibly bored watching two girls do their makeup and hair. It just got IRRITATING. "Fine, fine." Steph muttered, holding out her wrist. "Do me a favor and clasp this, will ya?" She asked, referring to her silver charm bracelet. "Okay. Its on. Your dressed. Your hair is done. Christie's dressed. Her hair is done. If you two do not walk out that door in about 5 seconds, we're leaving without you." James informed them. "Alright alright we're GOING." Christie gave in.
Ten minutes later, Steph was directing Nick through the Village. "Turn here. Now go straight... Stop! You can park anywhere, so long as it's parallel." Once the car was parked, Steph was the first to step out of the car. "86th street.. God how I've missed this!" She cried, taking a deep breath of the (polluted but homey) New York air. "Okay, where do you guys want to go first?" Christie asked breathlessly, getting caught up in the whirlwind of activity milling around her. Stores, sidewalk shops, restaurants, and hundreds of people surrounded the four, and Steph loved every minute of it. "How about lunch, then we'll shop around for awhile?" James suggested. "Sounds good to me." Nick replied. "Whatever." Steph said happily.
"Umm... where do you guys wanna eat?" Christie asked. There was an underground Chinese place that was scaring her, and she seriously hoped that wasn't going to be the choice. Steph thought a moment. "I know a really great pizzeria, if that's what everyone feels like." She suggested. Everyone agreed, and Steph lead the way to Nellies.
-10 minutes later, pizza is ordered-
"Really Steph, how can you eat that?" James asked Steph, referring to the slice of ham and pineapple pizza on it's way to her mouth. She put it down, and began slowly as if speaking to a child. "See this here, sweetheart? This is PIZZA. Can you say pizza? Very good! Now, what you do is slowly pick it up, then open your mouth. You take a bite, and--" She was cut off when James "accidentally" knocked it into her lap. "I didn't need a play by play of how you eat your food, Steph." He said, rolling his eyes. "Well, you ASKED, so I TRIED to tell you, but noooo." She replied, feigning annoyance. "Smart ass." He muttered. "Learned from the best." She retorted absentmindedly, wiping sauce off her jeans.
After everyone was done eating, the group of four left the cozy pizzeria and began to make their way down the street. "Ohmigosh! Is that not the cutest skirt you've ever seen?" Christie exclaimed, rushing to a rack of leather... everything. She reached in and plucked one out. It would come up to just above mid thigh, and it had a chain looping from one belt loop to the other. "Hey, I want one!" Steph cried, running over to join Christie. "Man, here it goes." Nick groaned, trying to block out the shouts of "I saw it first!" and "So? It's mine, bitch!"
"Do they have to fight over everything?" Nick asked rhetorically. Looking around, he realized James had gone off somewhere. He went to break up the verbal catfight, then spotted James at a joke shop/stand about five feet away. Heading over, he saw a Japanese man hand James a small bag. Nick walked over to him, wondering what he could have possibly bought at a place like that. "Hey dogg, whats that?" James grinned secretly. "Oh, just our revenge, packaged into 17 sticks of gum."
***
An hour later..
***
"Oomph!" Christie gasped, slamming into something. "What the..." She started stepping back. A narrow face with glassy eyes and a nose pointy enough to rival the top of the Empire State Building looked back. "Watch where your going, bitch!" Stacy Keibler cried, brushing off her (non-existent) chest. "Hey, I WAS watching where I was going. YOU hit ME!" Christie snapped back. "Unless you WANT me to hit you, I suggest you move." Stacy tossed her hair back and glared into Christie's eyes. Christie pulled back to deliver one hell of a roundabout punch, and Stacy flinched and closed her eyes waiting for the blow. But it never came; Steph had caught Christies hand. Christie spun around.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She yelled at Steph, who was shooting sparks at Stacy through her eyes. "Your my girl, but I REALLY need this one." Steph replied, grabbing Stacy by her hair and slamming her face into a nearby wall. "I wanted to do that." Christie grumbled. Steph cheerfully put an arm around her. "Yeah, but you know I've always had beef with her. Besides, wasn't it fun to watch?" "Well yeah, but I think you did it wrong. It's like this." Christie instructed, leaning down and grabbing Stacy by her hair. Pulling back about half a foot, she shoved her face into the concrete. Steph watched, pretending to be fascinated.
"You mean like this?" She asked, pulling Stacy's head farther back and slamming it into the ground. "Yep. See? If you would just let me handle things..." Christie trailed off, shaking her head with exaggerated disapproval. Steph nodded. Just then the guys walked up. "Are you two done beating on dumb blondes? Because we'd like to get going." James said dryly. "Okay.. give us 20 more minutes and we'll leave." Steph said. Beating up people was really tiring!
"Fine. Gum?" James held forward a pretty package of multi colored gum. "Sure." Christie took a piece, and Steph followed. They chewed for a minute, then Steph commented, "It's really juicy." "I noticed that too." Christie said suspiciously. She looked at James. "Did you do anything to the gum?" She asked, not trusting him. "Of course not, stupid. You unwrapped it yourselves, and besides, he's chewing a piece." Nick shot at them. Steph eyed them both. "Uh huh..."
"Fine. Don't trust me? Spit the gum out." James demanded, pointing to the sidewalk. Finally believing, the girls relented. "Okay, whatever. Listen, let's go to that store over there, and then we'll head back to the hotel." Steph said. Everyone agreed, and the four walked in.
"Why are they staring at us?" Christie whispered to Steph five minutes later. A group of four or five kids were huddled about eight feet away, staring at them. "No idea." Steph muttered. She waved to the kids and smiled, but instead of relaxing they ran screaming out the door. "Damn Steph, do you always scare kids?" James asked, coming up behind her. "NO." She replied icily. "And I didn't scare them.. They.. uh.. They heard their mothers calling." She said, trying to convince herself.
"She's right you know. I heard it too." Christie put in. Steph opened her mouth to add something, then caught sight of a mirror and screamed loud enough to get people outside to lean in and stare. Christie spun around, catching her own reflection and a similar scream was heard. Steph's teeth were a neon yellow, while Christie's were a dark purple.
"Aint payback a bitch?" James asked, grinning from ear to ear and holding up the pack of trick gum.
"Can we go now?" James asked, incredibly bored watching two girls do their makeup and hair. It just got IRRITATING. "Fine, fine." Steph muttered, holding out her wrist. "Do me a favor and clasp this, will ya?" She asked, referring to her silver charm bracelet. "Okay. Its on. Your dressed. Your hair is done. Christie's dressed. Her hair is done. If you two do not walk out that door in about 5 seconds, we're leaving without you." James informed them. "Alright alright we're GOING." Christie gave in.
Ten minutes later, Steph was directing Nick through the Village. "Turn here. Now go straight... Stop! You can park anywhere, so long as it's parallel." Once the car was parked, Steph was the first to step out of the car. "86th street.. God how I've missed this!" She cried, taking a deep breath of the (polluted but homey) New York air. "Okay, where do you guys want to go first?" Christie asked breathlessly, getting caught up in the whirlwind of activity milling around her. Stores, sidewalk shops, restaurants, and hundreds of people surrounded the four, and Steph loved every minute of it. "How about lunch, then we'll shop around for awhile?" James suggested. "Sounds good to me." Nick replied. "Whatever." Steph said happily.
"Umm... where do you guys wanna eat?" Christie asked. There was an underground Chinese place that was scaring her, and she seriously hoped that wasn't going to be the choice. Steph thought a moment. "I know a really great pizzeria, if that's what everyone feels like." She suggested. Everyone agreed, and Steph lead the way to Nellies.
-10 minutes later, pizza is ordered-
"Really Steph, how can you eat that?" James asked Steph, referring to the slice of ham and pineapple pizza on it's way to her mouth. She put it down, and began slowly as if speaking to a child. "See this here, sweetheart? This is PIZZA. Can you say pizza? Very good! Now, what you do is slowly pick it up, then open your mouth. You take a bite, and--" She was cut off when James "accidentally" knocked it into her lap. "I didn't need a play by play of how you eat your food, Steph." He said, rolling his eyes. "Well, you ASKED, so I TRIED to tell you, but noooo." She replied, feigning annoyance. "Smart ass." He muttered. "Learned from the best." She retorted absentmindedly, wiping sauce off her jeans.
After everyone was done eating, the group of four left the cozy pizzeria and began to make their way down the street. "Ohmigosh! Is that not the cutest skirt you've ever seen?" Christie exclaimed, rushing to a rack of leather... everything. She reached in and plucked one out. It would come up to just above mid thigh, and it had a chain looping from one belt loop to the other. "Hey, I want one!" Steph cried, running over to join Christie. "Man, here it goes." Nick groaned, trying to block out the shouts of "I saw it first!" and "So? It's mine, bitch!"
"Do they have to fight over everything?" Nick asked rhetorically. Looking around, he realized James had gone off somewhere. He went to break up the verbal catfight, then spotted James at a joke shop/stand about five feet away. Heading over, he saw a Japanese man hand James a small bag. Nick walked over to him, wondering what he could have possibly bought at a place like that. "Hey dogg, whats that?" James grinned secretly. "Oh, just our revenge, packaged into 17 sticks of gum."
***
An hour later..
***
"Oomph!" Christie gasped, slamming into something. "What the..." She started stepping back. A narrow face with glassy eyes and a nose pointy enough to rival the top of the Empire State Building looked back. "Watch where your going, bitch!" Stacy Keibler cried, brushing off her (non-existent) chest. "Hey, I WAS watching where I was going. YOU hit ME!" Christie snapped back. "Unless you WANT me to hit you, I suggest you move." Stacy tossed her hair back and glared into Christie's eyes. Christie pulled back to deliver one hell of a roundabout punch, and Stacy flinched and closed her eyes waiting for the blow. But it never came; Steph had caught Christies hand. Christie spun around.
"What the hell are you doing?!" She yelled at Steph, who was shooting sparks at Stacy through her eyes. "Your my girl, but I REALLY need this one." Steph replied, grabbing Stacy by her hair and slamming her face into a nearby wall. "I wanted to do that." Christie grumbled. Steph cheerfully put an arm around her. "Yeah, but you know I've always had beef with her. Besides, wasn't it fun to watch?" "Well yeah, but I think you did it wrong. It's like this." Christie instructed, leaning down and grabbing Stacy by her hair. Pulling back about half a foot, she shoved her face into the concrete. Steph watched, pretending to be fascinated.
"You mean like this?" She asked, pulling Stacy's head farther back and slamming it into the ground. "Yep. See? If you would just let me handle things..." Christie trailed off, shaking her head with exaggerated disapproval. Steph nodded. Just then the guys walked up. "Are you two done beating on dumb blondes? Because we'd like to get going." James said dryly. "Okay.. give us 20 more minutes and we'll leave." Steph said. Beating up people was really tiring!
"Fine. Gum?" James held forward a pretty package of multi colored gum. "Sure." Christie took a piece, and Steph followed. They chewed for a minute, then Steph commented, "It's really juicy." "I noticed that too." Christie said suspiciously. She looked at James. "Did you do anything to the gum?" She asked, not trusting him. "Of course not, stupid. You unwrapped it yourselves, and besides, he's chewing a piece." Nick shot at them. Steph eyed them both. "Uh huh..."
"Fine. Don't trust me? Spit the gum out." James demanded, pointing to the sidewalk. Finally believing, the girls relented. "Okay, whatever. Listen, let's go to that store over there, and then we'll head back to the hotel." Steph said. Everyone agreed, and the four walked in.
"Why are they staring at us?" Christie whispered to Steph five minutes later. A group of four or five kids were huddled about eight feet away, staring at them. "No idea." Steph muttered. She waved to the kids and smiled, but instead of relaxing they ran screaming out the door. "Damn Steph, do you always scare kids?" James asked, coming up behind her. "NO." She replied icily. "And I didn't scare them.. They.. uh.. They heard their mothers calling." She said, trying to convince herself.
"She's right you know. I heard it too." Christie put in. Steph opened her mouth to add something, then caught sight of a mirror and screamed loud enough to get people outside to lean in and stare. Christie spun around, catching her own reflection and a similar scream was heard. Steph's teeth were a neon yellow, while Christie's were a dark purple.
"Aint payback a bitch?" James asked, grinning from ear to ear and holding up the pack of trick gum.