Author's Note: Merci to BeetleBon99 and Twissie for reviewing the story so
far. I feel so special!
A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 3
Heather's mind was spinning in 1,000 different directions. She wished she had another set of eyes to absorb the colors and sounds of Paris. But one of the thoughts she couldn't push from her mind: how was she going to get there? It was a thought enough to make her hungry. Glancing around, her stare landed on a local café - Café Humour. Sitting herself down at a green table, Heather decided on a praline and café au lait.
"How could I be so stupid? Here I am, all gang ho and not even realizing how I am going to save the Satine!"she thought to herself. Then she heard a low, raspy whisper. "If you build it, they will come." This confused the poor girl further. "What the frig?" The voiced repeated it again. "If you build it, they will come." Heather turned her head to find an old, short man whispering into a tin can. Noticing the bowl of fruit on a nearby table, she picked up an orange and hit him square on in the forehead.
"Argh! What was that for?" he yelled.
"Next time you want to make a cameo, make sure you don't think you're in Field of Dreams!"
"Huh?"
"I've seen the movie, moron!"
"Oh! Yes, well, that... What I meant to say was, 'If you cure her, the fanfic will love,' " the gray man replied, embarrassed.
"Right. Great. That's nice, but really, how can I?" Heather asked, coping an attitude that would have made Clueless jealous.
"Take this," he said, handing her a brown sack. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ Don't you love cliffhangers? Haha. Read, review, and I'll love you always!
A Good Night's Sleep Chapter 3
Heather's mind was spinning in 1,000 different directions. She wished she had another set of eyes to absorb the colors and sounds of Paris. But one of the thoughts she couldn't push from her mind: how was she going to get there? It was a thought enough to make her hungry. Glancing around, her stare landed on a local café - Café Humour. Sitting herself down at a green table, Heather decided on a praline and café au lait.
"How could I be so stupid? Here I am, all gang ho and not even realizing how I am going to save the Satine!"she thought to herself. Then she heard a low, raspy whisper. "If you build it, they will come." This confused the poor girl further. "What the frig?" The voiced repeated it again. "If you build it, they will come." Heather turned her head to find an old, short man whispering into a tin can. Noticing the bowl of fruit on a nearby table, she picked up an orange and hit him square on in the forehead.
"Argh! What was that for?" he yelled.
"Next time you want to make a cameo, make sure you don't think you're in Field of Dreams!"
"Huh?"
"I've seen the movie, moron!"
"Oh! Yes, well, that... What I meant to say was, 'If you cure her, the fanfic will love,' " the gray man replied, embarrassed.
"Right. Great. That's nice, but really, how can I?" Heather asked, coping an attitude that would have made Clueless jealous.
"Take this," he said, handing her a brown sack. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ Don't you love cliffhangers? Haha. Read, review, and I'll love you always!