Believe In Love
"So… what entertainment do we have in this flight?" I asked Nat. "Oh… we've only got the CD-player, but it's prohibited during flights," Nat replied disappointingly. "What? God NO! Westlife was my last resort!" I replied as I held out all four of the Westlife albums and a CD collection of the other Westlife songs that were never released in the album. Natalie and I were the biggest Westlife fans in the world. We've collected everything there is to be collected. We even begged my mom to get us a cable connection just so we could go online and built a website and God knows what. Nothing can separate us from Westlife.
"We can sleep… that'll be the last resort," Nat replied. "Nat, my NEW last resort would be to kill everyone on this forsaken flight and crash the Big-Ben once we arrive to London," I told Nat with a cute smile and dimples on my cheeks. "Okay Miyuki… saying that might put you in jail, you better watch what you say… besides, what are you going to use to threaten the people?" Nat asked as she started to flip through the pages of a magazine she found. "My God Nat, have you SEEN my collections of CD's? It's enough to kill each and everybody in this plane, including Yoruba sensei," I told her, but I noticed that she was paying much less attention to me. "Hey Nat… you listening? Or you want me to try stuffing you with my CD's?" I nudged her.
"OH MY GOD!!! Miyuki! Look at this picture!" she blasted out. She then showed it to me and it was a picture of Westlife in the suits they were wearing in their video World Of Our Own. I myself started squealing as I admire Shane. "C'mon, c'mon, let's cut this out," Nat replied to me. "But… we can't bring scissors on board," I told her. "Let's tear it then," Nat continued. We then huddled next to each other as we tried to tear the picture slowly. We were even sweating a bit. "Slowly, slowly," Nat told me as I started tearing it. She continued to say the word till it got on my nerve. "Will you just shut up?" I shot back at her. She started shouting. I looked down at the magazine and noticed that I accidentally tore Mark's head off.
P.S. she's a HUGE fan of Mark.
Yoruba, our class teacher was now scolding us because of the noise we made earlier. I wasn't paying much attention, as somehow, he was my least favourite teacher. Natalie however was in tears as she tries to fix back Mark's head with everything she could find… even her hair clip… imagine…
After Yoruba sensei left, I started to read the article about Westlife on the magazine. "Hey Nat… there's going to be a concert in London tomorrow!" I quickly told her after I examined the date on my watch. "Seriously?" she quickly said and finally ignored Mark. "It says here… Westlife will be performing at the London Hall on the 16th of January which happens to be tomorrow," I told her as I showed her the date on my watch. "You're not kidding… this is unbelievable," Nat told me. "Hmm… do you think will be able to reach there in time?" I asked. "I doubt it, even if we reach there in time, I don't think we'll be able to get the tickets nor get through Yoruba sensei," Nat replied. We then sat there silently. "But I really wanna go!" Nat then groan. "I know…" I followed her as she fell onto my shoulder.
"So… what entertainment do we have in this flight?" I asked Nat. "Oh… we've only got the CD-player, but it's prohibited during flights," Nat replied disappointingly. "What? God NO! Westlife was my last resort!" I replied as I held out all four of the Westlife albums and a CD collection of the other Westlife songs that were never released in the album. Natalie and I were the biggest Westlife fans in the world. We've collected everything there is to be collected. We even begged my mom to get us a cable connection just so we could go online and built a website and God knows what. Nothing can separate us from Westlife.
"We can sleep… that'll be the last resort," Nat replied. "Nat, my NEW last resort would be to kill everyone on this forsaken flight and crash the Big-Ben once we arrive to London," I told Nat with a cute smile and dimples on my cheeks. "Okay Miyuki… saying that might put you in jail, you better watch what you say… besides, what are you going to use to threaten the people?" Nat asked as she started to flip through the pages of a magazine she found. "My God Nat, have you SEEN my collections of CD's? It's enough to kill each and everybody in this plane, including Yoruba sensei," I told her, but I noticed that she was paying much less attention to me. "Hey Nat… you listening? Or you want me to try stuffing you with my CD's?" I nudged her.
"OH MY GOD!!! Miyuki! Look at this picture!" she blasted out. She then showed it to me and it was a picture of Westlife in the suits they were wearing in their video World Of Our Own. I myself started squealing as I admire Shane. "C'mon, c'mon, let's cut this out," Nat replied to me. "But… we can't bring scissors on board," I told her. "Let's tear it then," Nat continued. We then huddled next to each other as we tried to tear the picture slowly. We were even sweating a bit. "Slowly, slowly," Nat told me as I started tearing it. She continued to say the word till it got on my nerve. "Will you just shut up?" I shot back at her. She started shouting. I looked down at the magazine and noticed that I accidentally tore Mark's head off.
P.S. she's a HUGE fan of Mark.
Yoruba, our class teacher was now scolding us because of the noise we made earlier. I wasn't paying much attention, as somehow, he was my least favourite teacher. Natalie however was in tears as she tries to fix back Mark's head with everything she could find… even her hair clip… imagine…
After Yoruba sensei left, I started to read the article about Westlife on the magazine. "Hey Nat… there's going to be a concert in London tomorrow!" I quickly told her after I examined the date on my watch. "Seriously?" she quickly said and finally ignored Mark. "It says here… Westlife will be performing at the London Hall on the 16th of January which happens to be tomorrow," I told her as I showed her the date on my watch. "You're not kidding… this is unbelievable," Nat told me. "Hmm… do you think will be able to reach there in time?" I asked. "I doubt it, even if we reach there in time, I don't think we'll be able to get the tickets nor get through Yoruba sensei," Nat replied. We then sat there silently. "But I really wanna go!" Nat then groan. "I know…" I followed her as she fell onto my shoulder.