"Oh my sweet Miyuki, I can't live without you," Shane begged me. I was standing on a pedestal with a sexy red gown and a crown on my head. My long brunette hair dangles from my left shoulder. "I'm sorry Shane, but you broke my heart into pieces when I saw you with Gillian on the magazine," I told him as I look up with my forehand on my forehead. "Gillian? She's just a toy I use to get rid of the other girls that swarms me, but… I just can't get enough of you," Shane said in a sexy manner, as he got closer to me. My spine shivers with excitement as he teased my shoulders and chest with his manly hands. "Alright Shane… I forgive you for now, but never ever break my heart again," I told him. "I would never do anything like that, if I do, I would kill myself to ever see you in tears," he replied as he pulled me closer to his lips. I closed my eyes and…
"Welcome to Romania, we would be arriving in a few more minutes, so passengers please pull up your seats and trays and have a good day," said a stewardess. I woke up with messy hair and some saliva… I mean… nothing. Natalie also jolted awake and can barely manage to open her eyes. "God! I was having such a good dream when that drag queen woke me up," I told Natalie as I look for my comb in the bag. "Me too… God… Mark was about to unbutton his shirt when I woke up," Nat told me disappointingly. "Well… at least we slept the whole way here," I replied as I combed my hair. "I can't believe we slept for a whole day," I told her. Moments later we landed safely at the airport.
"OH MY GOD!" Natalie said in a deep tone. "What now? Another picture?" I asked her as I pulled my knapsack over my back. "Even better… look!" she said and pulled me by the jacket. "Ow! Hey! That…" I was about to reply when I saw what was out the airplane window. "Holy Mother of Jesus… is that…" I replied. There it was, just next to the plane we landed on… the Westlife jet.
"Wait up!" I shouted at Natalie. "Come on slowpoke… we're going to miss them," Natalie said as she rushed through the crowd to the gate where the Westlife jet was. By the time we reach the gate, it was already closed. "See? I told you to lift those buffalo legs of yours," Nat scolded me. "Oh C'mon… they might have got off earlier than us anyway…" I defended myself. With disappointment, we left the area trying to comfort each other.
"Have you realised that you talk like a Christian when you're in shock?" Nat asked. "Heck no," I replied as I opened a bag of chips. "Yes you do, once you saw the Westlife jet, you actually said something about Jesus," she continued. "No I don't," I repeated myself and munched a few of the chips. "What-eva!" she said. "What-EVA," I replied loudly. "So… when are you going to take Italian classes?" I asked Nat. "Shuddup will ya?" she said. Even though Natalie is from Italy, she has never spoken a single Italian word. Maybe that's what you get when English parents raise you. "I'm just curious that you have never spoken Italian," I teased her. "Hey… I have a friend who's Chinese but doesn't know how to speak Chinese," Nat shot back. "And a French who doesn't speak French and an American who can't speak English," I replied sarcastically. "Yeah… laugh it out munch-kin," she replied. "God… I need solitude… pass me the CD player," I told her. Slipping the headphones over my head, I lay my back and skipped to 'Miss You Nights'.
"How to cut the thread and leave it all behind…" I began singing Mark's part. "Looking la-la… in my compass," I blurted out. "Looking la-la in my compass? What are you singing? Boy scouts to la-la land?" Nat said, being sarcastic again. "Well… since Mark's singing… I guess he is," I replied. Natalie had her jaws hanging down… Man… I can't imagine her mouth being this big… never have I seen… "How dare you…" Natalie slowly said when interrupted by the announcer. "Flight TY 550 to London now boarding," we heard. "That's us, let's go then," I quickly said as I grabbed my bags and headed to the boarding gate. "Hey Miyuki… stop right there… I'm not finish with you yet," she shouted back as she chased me.
"Welcome to Romania, we would be arriving in a few more minutes, so passengers please pull up your seats and trays and have a good day," said a stewardess. I woke up with messy hair and some saliva… I mean… nothing. Natalie also jolted awake and can barely manage to open her eyes. "God! I was having such a good dream when that drag queen woke me up," I told Natalie as I look for my comb in the bag. "Me too… God… Mark was about to unbutton his shirt when I woke up," Nat told me disappointingly. "Well… at least we slept the whole way here," I replied as I combed my hair. "I can't believe we slept for a whole day," I told her. Moments later we landed safely at the airport.
"OH MY GOD!" Natalie said in a deep tone. "What now? Another picture?" I asked her as I pulled my knapsack over my back. "Even better… look!" she said and pulled me by the jacket. "Ow! Hey! That…" I was about to reply when I saw what was out the airplane window. "Holy Mother of Jesus… is that…" I replied. There it was, just next to the plane we landed on… the Westlife jet.
"Wait up!" I shouted at Natalie. "Come on slowpoke… we're going to miss them," Natalie said as she rushed through the crowd to the gate where the Westlife jet was. By the time we reach the gate, it was already closed. "See? I told you to lift those buffalo legs of yours," Nat scolded me. "Oh C'mon… they might have got off earlier than us anyway…" I defended myself. With disappointment, we left the area trying to comfort each other.
"Have you realised that you talk like a Christian when you're in shock?" Nat asked. "Heck no," I replied as I opened a bag of chips. "Yes you do, once you saw the Westlife jet, you actually said something about Jesus," she continued. "No I don't," I repeated myself and munched a few of the chips. "What-eva!" she said. "What-EVA," I replied loudly. "So… when are you going to take Italian classes?" I asked Nat. "Shuddup will ya?" she said. Even though Natalie is from Italy, she has never spoken a single Italian word. Maybe that's what you get when English parents raise you. "I'm just curious that you have never spoken Italian," I teased her. "Hey… I have a friend who's Chinese but doesn't know how to speak Chinese," Nat shot back. "And a French who doesn't speak French and an American who can't speak English," I replied sarcastically. "Yeah… laugh it out munch-kin," she replied. "God… I need solitude… pass me the CD player," I told her. Slipping the headphones over my head, I lay my back and skipped to 'Miss You Nights'.
"How to cut the thread and leave it all behind…" I began singing Mark's part. "Looking la-la… in my compass," I blurted out. "Looking la-la in my compass? What are you singing? Boy scouts to la-la land?" Nat said, being sarcastic again. "Well… since Mark's singing… I guess he is," I replied. Natalie had her jaws hanging down… Man… I can't imagine her mouth being this big… never have I seen… "How dare you…" Natalie slowly said when interrupted by the announcer. "Flight TY 550 to London now boarding," we heard. "That's us, let's go then," I quickly said as I grabbed my bags and headed to the boarding gate. "Hey Miyuki… stop right there… I'm not finish with you yet," she shouted back as she chased me.