Our Vacation
Chapter Two
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge, and I don't own 'Blurry' by Puddle of Mud. Puddle of Mud is from my state. Go me. Ahem. I heard that song on the school bus one time. OKAY, I'M RAMBLING AGAIN! I also don't own 'Southern California' by Wax, Come What May or Nirvana, or a Beautiful Mind. If I forgot to mention something, I don't own it. All righty.
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"No, we aren't insane," Christian said.
"No! This situation is insane. And yes, dear, you are," I said, my head buried under my pillow.
"You are being quite rude for a first meeting. If I were you I'd try to make a better first impression than you are," he said sternly.
"Oh, yes, sorry I forgot. Thanks for reminding me, mother," I spat back. God, I was so ticked off. Trevor stared at me. He gave me a warning look and shook his head.
"Learn some manners, child!" Satine said, flabbergasted by my rudeness. I folded my arms.
"One: I have them. Two: You ought to tell that to your boyfriend too. And finally Three: I am NOT a child!" I growled. I was so mad that tears almost came trickling out my eyes. I was really frustrated too.
"Listen up!" Trevor barked. We all turned to look at him. "We are going to be here the whole summer together weather any of us like it or not! So I am going to have fun. With my sister. Like I CAME HERE to do!" We all sighed.
"Let's go down to the beach Christian," Satine suggested. Christian nodded and the two of them left.
"Hey, let's have karaoke!" Trevor said.
"Wow," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"That speech, homeskillet, the speech! You're so awesome!" He beamed.
"It's the least I could do," Trevor replied. I chortled and went over to the table to get my CD player. I plugged it in.
"What do you want to sing?" I asked. We thought a minute.
"How about Puddle of Mud?" he suggested. I shrugged.
"'Kay." I pushed the button for the song number I wanted. 'Blurry' began blasting. I leapt up onto the couch.
"Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake!" Trev screeched. I mimicked playing the guitar.
"And everybody's empty, and everyone is so messed up!" I sang along. Just then the door swung open. I stared at the door. Trevor kept singing.
"There's oceans in-," he said, but stopped as Christian and Satine stormed through the door.
"It's raining," Satine explained wistfully. I sat down and switched off the CD player.
Christian emerged from the kitchen with a bag of corn chips and a bottle of Sprite for Satine. I folded my arms and sat on the floor. I flicked on the TV. The news was on, and it flashed a thunderstorm warning.
"Uh oh," Trev mused. I opened my backpack and pulled out the contents. The book 'A Beautiful Mind,' my journal, my poetry notebook, a large box of rolling ink pens, colored pencils, my camera and film, my CD case, my keys, lip glosses, a small bag of hair ties, an envelope with money our parents had given us, my wallet, and my house slippers. I slipped my feet into the slippers.
"Trevie, you'll need to put away your clothes. I'm keeping my stuff in your room, since I was blessed with the 'privilege' of sleeping on this sofa," I advised.
"Are you like, a pack rat?" Christian asked, looking at the pile of stuff on the floor.
"Well, yeah, but that's not the biggest example of my pack rat-ness," I said, standing up. "I'll show you!" I unzipped my duffel bag and pulled out a metal box with a lock on the front. It didn't lock, but that was okay with me. I opened it. A large mound of papers was inside it. I handed it to Christian.
"Sheesh, girl, you need to throw some of this away," he said. I gasped.
"Oh, you did not! I would NEVER throw this away! It is my pride and joy," I said, shocked.
"All I see are some papers with cross outs on them and the words, Ewan, Mustang, Blue," he said. I snatched the box away.
"Those are MASH games!" I said. "You do it to see who you'll marry. You know, fortune telling." He nodded, but I guessed he didn't really get it. Satine looked off into space. Trevor excused himself out to the car to bring in the rest of the suitcases. Satine suggested she help him.
So I was stuck in here alone with Christian. I tossed my keys to Trev and they left.
"So…got a favorite song?" I asked. Christian smiled. Sure, it was a tiny smile, but I think it still counts!
"Well, me and Satine wrote this song, called 'Come What May,'" He explained. "Come what may, come what may, I will love you, til my dying DAY!" he sang.
"That's very nice!" I said, applauding. "My favorite song is 'Southern California' by Wax," I said. "I'm gonna move to Southern California, got me a ride and a reason to ignore you!" Christian smirked.
"Ah ha, is that like that rap stuff that that woman on TV was complaining about? About some guy whose name sounds like a candy?" Christian asked.
"Who? Eminem?" I suggested. He nodded. "Nah. It's kind of rock, kinda not. Tell me, do you know who Nirvana is?" Christian shook his head. "Ah, pity. So, where you from?"
"I'm from London originally, but then I came to France," he said. He beamed. "Satine works at the Moulin Rouge," Christian added proudly, and proceeded to explain to me all about their love story.
"Wow, that's great," I said. "So love really DOES overcome all obstacles. Hey!" I cried. "That's deep! I better write that down!" I opened my notebook and turned to a blank sheet. I wrote "Some love can overcome all obstacles."
"Are you a poet?" he asked. I nodded. Just then to door opened. Satine came in. Her hair was blown all over her head. Trevor was behind her. He had a small cut on his forehead with a sliver of trickling down it. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He sat down the suitcases he had carried in.
"What happened?!" I shrieked, running over to my brother.
"We got attacked by a seagull! It was terrible!" Satine wailed. Christian ran up to her and hugged her. I rolled my eyes.
"Lemme look at that cut, Trev," I said. I led him into kitchen and wiped off the cut with a paper towel, and slapped a Band-Aid on the cut.
"It's gonna be a long summer," Trevor observed as he watched Christian and Satine cooing at each other. I nodded.
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Hope you liked it!
Review, PUHLEASE!
Til Later,
Skye Rocket
Chapter Two
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge, and I don't own 'Blurry' by Puddle of Mud. Puddle of Mud is from my state. Go me. Ahem. I heard that song on the school bus one time. OKAY, I'M RAMBLING AGAIN! I also don't own 'Southern California' by Wax, Come What May or Nirvana, or a Beautiful Mind. If I forgot to mention something, I don't own it. All righty.
******
"No, we aren't insane," Christian said.
"No! This situation is insane. And yes, dear, you are," I said, my head buried under my pillow.
"You are being quite rude for a first meeting. If I were you I'd try to make a better first impression than you are," he said sternly.
"Oh, yes, sorry I forgot. Thanks for reminding me, mother," I spat back. God, I was so ticked off. Trevor stared at me. He gave me a warning look and shook his head.
"Learn some manners, child!" Satine said, flabbergasted by my rudeness. I folded my arms.
"One: I have them. Two: You ought to tell that to your boyfriend too. And finally Three: I am NOT a child!" I growled. I was so mad that tears almost came trickling out my eyes. I was really frustrated too.
"Listen up!" Trevor barked. We all turned to look at him. "We are going to be here the whole summer together weather any of us like it or not! So I am going to have fun. With my sister. Like I CAME HERE to do!" We all sighed.
"Let's go down to the beach Christian," Satine suggested. Christian nodded and the two of them left.
"Hey, let's have karaoke!" Trevor said.
"Wow," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"That speech, homeskillet, the speech! You're so awesome!" He beamed.
"It's the least I could do," Trevor replied. I chortled and went over to the table to get my CD player. I plugged it in.
"What do you want to sing?" I asked. We thought a minute.
"How about Puddle of Mud?" he suggested. I shrugged.
"'Kay." I pushed the button for the song number I wanted. 'Blurry' began blasting. I leapt up onto the couch.
"Everything's so blurry, and everyone's so fake!" Trev screeched. I mimicked playing the guitar.
"And everybody's empty, and everyone is so messed up!" I sang along. Just then the door swung open. I stared at the door. Trevor kept singing.
"There's oceans in-," he said, but stopped as Christian and Satine stormed through the door.
"It's raining," Satine explained wistfully. I sat down and switched off the CD player.
Christian emerged from the kitchen with a bag of corn chips and a bottle of Sprite for Satine. I folded my arms and sat on the floor. I flicked on the TV. The news was on, and it flashed a thunderstorm warning.
"Uh oh," Trev mused. I opened my backpack and pulled out the contents. The book 'A Beautiful Mind,' my journal, my poetry notebook, a large box of rolling ink pens, colored pencils, my camera and film, my CD case, my keys, lip glosses, a small bag of hair ties, an envelope with money our parents had given us, my wallet, and my house slippers. I slipped my feet into the slippers.
"Trevie, you'll need to put away your clothes. I'm keeping my stuff in your room, since I was blessed with the 'privilege' of sleeping on this sofa," I advised.
"Are you like, a pack rat?" Christian asked, looking at the pile of stuff on the floor.
"Well, yeah, but that's not the biggest example of my pack rat-ness," I said, standing up. "I'll show you!" I unzipped my duffel bag and pulled out a metal box with a lock on the front. It didn't lock, but that was okay with me. I opened it. A large mound of papers was inside it. I handed it to Christian.
"Sheesh, girl, you need to throw some of this away," he said. I gasped.
"Oh, you did not! I would NEVER throw this away! It is my pride and joy," I said, shocked.
"All I see are some papers with cross outs on them and the words, Ewan, Mustang, Blue," he said. I snatched the box away.
"Those are MASH games!" I said. "You do it to see who you'll marry. You know, fortune telling." He nodded, but I guessed he didn't really get it. Satine looked off into space. Trevor excused himself out to the car to bring in the rest of the suitcases. Satine suggested she help him.
So I was stuck in here alone with Christian. I tossed my keys to Trev and they left.
"So…got a favorite song?" I asked. Christian smiled. Sure, it was a tiny smile, but I think it still counts!
"Well, me and Satine wrote this song, called 'Come What May,'" He explained. "Come what may, come what may, I will love you, til my dying DAY!" he sang.
"That's very nice!" I said, applauding. "My favorite song is 'Southern California' by Wax," I said. "I'm gonna move to Southern California, got me a ride and a reason to ignore you!" Christian smirked.
"Ah ha, is that like that rap stuff that that woman on TV was complaining about? About some guy whose name sounds like a candy?" Christian asked.
"Who? Eminem?" I suggested. He nodded. "Nah. It's kind of rock, kinda not. Tell me, do you know who Nirvana is?" Christian shook his head. "Ah, pity. So, where you from?"
"I'm from London originally, but then I came to France," he said. He beamed. "Satine works at the Moulin Rouge," Christian added proudly, and proceeded to explain to me all about their love story.
"Wow, that's great," I said. "So love really DOES overcome all obstacles. Hey!" I cried. "That's deep! I better write that down!" I opened my notebook and turned to a blank sheet. I wrote "Some love can overcome all obstacles."
"Are you a poet?" he asked. I nodded. Just then to door opened. Satine came in. Her hair was blown all over her head. Trevor was behind her. He had a small cut on his forehead with a sliver of trickling down it. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. He sat down the suitcases he had carried in.
"What happened?!" I shrieked, running over to my brother.
"We got attacked by a seagull! It was terrible!" Satine wailed. Christian ran up to her and hugged her. I rolled my eyes.
"Lemme look at that cut, Trev," I said. I led him into kitchen and wiped off the cut with a paper towel, and slapped a Band-Aid on the cut.
"It's gonna be a long summer," Trevor observed as he watched Christian and Satine cooing at each other. I nodded.
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Hope you liked it!
Review, PUHLEASE!
Til Later,
Skye Rocket