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that; I must've given you a hard time. So anyway let's cease this endless
blabbing and get on with the fic!
You finally got all your baggage and all and are out of that old train. Its already nighttime and you're finally in Paris! You feel a bit tired from the ride but you're still happy. The rest of the band seems tired too, so the boys were kind enough to go get the trolleys while you sit here and wait with all your stuff.
You look at the train; it was old. Then, suddenly there's that feeling again. The sad-bothersome feeling. You close your eyes and tears come out; just small tears. Then the sad feeling washes of right away when you open your eyes. This time the train looks new again.
You see people getting of; not weird except for the fact that they dressed weird. Everyone was wearing that old fashioned garb. That's when you realize it.you've travelled back in time. You look around; you are now very confused and you just wanna get out of here. Then something comes over you, a feeling of nervous mixed with excitement. As if you ran away from home to start a new life and you're not sure what you're in for. You're in high spirits. This is what you really feel but something wasn't right.it didn't feel like your own feelings.
Then a tapping on your shoulder disturbs you. "Excuse me miss? Would you know a way to 12 Berkenly Street? There's this small building there I need to get to." It's Mr. Gorgeous; the one you mysteriously saw in the train. He has a nice accent, British you guess. "Are.are you talking to me?" you struggle to say. "I believe so." He says. Oh, great. Now he can see you.even hear you for crying out loud! "Ummm, I.I'm sorry. I don't know the way, I'm not from around here." You say. "Oh, that's believable, well, thank you anyway." He says then he gives you a warm smile. You catch him glance at your clothes.
I need to scram from here! You keep repeating to yourself. Then you feel a splash of cool water out of nowhere on your face; it's Marius. You wipe your face and you see the empty bottle of mineral water. Great, just great, you're soaked. "What the." you say, trailing of. Your surroundings seem normal now, modern. "Are you okay?" you here Fernando asks.
"I'm alright, I think." You tell him. "Then explain." Gordo says. "Explain? Explain what?" you ask, you knew what was coming. "Look, you were looking around so we thought you were looking for us. So we rushed over right away then we noticed your 'weird' look again. You were mumbling something." He answered. "Then, we had to wake you ummm, up." Marius said, looking down at his empty bottle. "Then, I must've been sleep walking again." You tell them. You just don't want to talk about it for now. "Look, guys. I'm tired; I must've been kinda crazy or something for a while, okay? So, let's just go home." You tell them. There's an awkward silence. Marius broke the silence, "Yeah, let's ditch this floint joint." "Floint joint?" you ask, you're just glad that you're changing the subject. Then you turn over to Gordo, "By the way, speaking of joint where's ours?" you ask. "Geez, why do you always ask me these question, 'Gordo, how long is the train ride?' 'Gordo, where are we going?', 'Gordo, why are we in this smelly old train?', 'Gordo, where will we live?'. Geez, why me?" he replies. "Oh, quit complaining. We all know it was your idea to come here and all." You tell him. "Yeah," he says smugly, "I guess I am the man." You roll your eyes. His ego can be larger than the population of China sometimes. "So, WHERE are we going, Gordon?" Fernando asks as he picks up his duffel bag from the floor and puts it back in his trolley. "This rad building, it's been around since the 1900's. It's just small but we all could have each floor. This lady named Madame Laveche is a friend of my uncle's; she renovated it. The building is number 12, Berkenly street, you okay with that, [your name]?" while saying the last sentence, he puts an arm around you and your glad. You feel yourself get goosebumps because of the address.
Sooooooooooooooooo waddya think? Oh, yeah, thanks to Tani and lady jade! And for replying I am now working on the third chapter.
You finally got all your baggage and all and are out of that old train. Its already nighttime and you're finally in Paris! You feel a bit tired from the ride but you're still happy. The rest of the band seems tired too, so the boys were kind enough to go get the trolleys while you sit here and wait with all your stuff.
You look at the train; it was old. Then, suddenly there's that feeling again. The sad-bothersome feeling. You close your eyes and tears come out; just small tears. Then the sad feeling washes of right away when you open your eyes. This time the train looks new again.
You see people getting of; not weird except for the fact that they dressed weird. Everyone was wearing that old fashioned garb. That's when you realize it.you've travelled back in time. You look around; you are now very confused and you just wanna get out of here. Then something comes over you, a feeling of nervous mixed with excitement. As if you ran away from home to start a new life and you're not sure what you're in for. You're in high spirits. This is what you really feel but something wasn't right.it didn't feel like your own feelings.
Then a tapping on your shoulder disturbs you. "Excuse me miss? Would you know a way to 12 Berkenly Street? There's this small building there I need to get to." It's Mr. Gorgeous; the one you mysteriously saw in the train. He has a nice accent, British you guess. "Are.are you talking to me?" you struggle to say. "I believe so." He says. Oh, great. Now he can see you.even hear you for crying out loud! "Ummm, I.I'm sorry. I don't know the way, I'm not from around here." You say. "Oh, that's believable, well, thank you anyway." He says then he gives you a warm smile. You catch him glance at your clothes.
I need to scram from here! You keep repeating to yourself. Then you feel a splash of cool water out of nowhere on your face; it's Marius. You wipe your face and you see the empty bottle of mineral water. Great, just great, you're soaked. "What the." you say, trailing of. Your surroundings seem normal now, modern. "Are you okay?" you here Fernando asks.
"I'm alright, I think." You tell him. "Then explain." Gordo says. "Explain? Explain what?" you ask, you knew what was coming. "Look, you were looking around so we thought you were looking for us. So we rushed over right away then we noticed your 'weird' look again. You were mumbling something." He answered. "Then, we had to wake you ummm, up." Marius said, looking down at his empty bottle. "Then, I must've been sleep walking again." You tell them. You just don't want to talk about it for now. "Look, guys. I'm tired; I must've been kinda crazy or something for a while, okay? So, let's just go home." You tell them. There's an awkward silence. Marius broke the silence, "Yeah, let's ditch this floint joint." "Floint joint?" you ask, you're just glad that you're changing the subject. Then you turn over to Gordo, "By the way, speaking of joint where's ours?" you ask. "Geez, why do you always ask me these question, 'Gordo, how long is the train ride?' 'Gordo, where are we going?', 'Gordo, why are we in this smelly old train?', 'Gordo, where will we live?'. Geez, why me?" he replies. "Oh, quit complaining. We all know it was your idea to come here and all." You tell him. "Yeah," he says smugly, "I guess I am the man." You roll your eyes. His ego can be larger than the population of China sometimes. "So, WHERE are we going, Gordon?" Fernando asks as he picks up his duffel bag from the floor and puts it back in his trolley. "This rad building, it's been around since the 1900's. It's just small but we all could have each floor. This lady named Madame Laveche is a friend of my uncle's; she renovated it. The building is number 12, Berkenly street, you okay with that, [your name]?" while saying the last sentence, he puts an arm around you and your glad. You feel yourself get goosebumps because of the address.
Sooooooooooooooooo waddya think? Oh, yeah, thanks to Tani and lady jade! And for replying I am now working on the third chapter.