Hi! Sorry about the title change. I decided to take this to a different level. Enjoy!


Erik grunted as he lifted another heavy bag of Carlotta's from the boat. "How much stuff did you bring?" he exclaimed.

The woman stuck up her nose. "Only four dresses!" Carlotta glanced around and added, "plus five more" under her breath.

Christine sighed. "I don't think that we have the correct clothing to be on an island with. Do you think, Erik, that we could go somewhere to buy clothing?"

"This is a deserted island. There is nobody else—" Erik's voice trailed off. He looked around. To the right there was a hundred-story hotel, and to the left there was a huge town. "I guess not."

In fact, the island was a large tourist attraction. Erik sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well, I thought it was a deserted island. I guess we'll just have to stay in a resort hotel instead. I know you guys were looking forward to camping but there doesn't seem to be anywhere to do that."

Christine squealed happily. Carlotta rolled her eyes at her. "Lets go shopping, Carlotta, Christine…Erik!" Raoul exclaimed. He linked his arm through Christine and attempted to link it through Erik's, who pulled away.

Raoul then tried to link his arm through Carlotta's. She pulled away as well. Raoul sighed and decided to just be happy with Christine. The four very different people walked toward the town that was streaming with people.

"OH! Look! Look at this one!" Raoul exclaimed, pointing at a Hawaiian t-shirt that was purple and lime green in the window of a store.

Christine and Raoul walked into the store to buy the shirt. Erik absentmindedly followed them in, Carlotta not far behind. Christine was looking at some swishy shorts patterned the same as the shirt that Raoul was clutching.

Erik's eyes widened so much that he was sure that they were going to pop out of his head when he saw a shirt that said 'I LOVE ERIK' on it. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them the shirt—contrary to what he had intended—was still there.

Just then Carlotta came swishing over to him. "AH! 'Ver are the 'I LUF CARLOTTA' shirts?" She stomped over to the counter, paid for five pairs of shorts and ten shirts before storming out of the store.

Within fifteen minutes everyone had enough clothing to last them. Christine and Raoul's every outfit matched. "Shouldn't we get swimsuits if we're going to swim?" Christine asked.

Erik's face brightened at the thought of swimming. He loved to swim! "Yeah. I think that that's a swimsuit store just down the road."

As Erik walked, he glanced at the people. He hadn't spotted on other male besides himself and Raoul, if you counted Raoul. It was all girls… young girls…

"Does this island seem peculiar to you guys?" Erik asked.

Everyone else shrugged, but Carlotta spoke up. "Yes!"

"So you see it too?" Erik asked.

"Yes. These people have no fashion sense." She muttered.

"Oh. Well, I was thinking more along the lines of Raoul and I are the only two guys here." Erik stated.

"Well, that's odd." Christine shook her head. "Hey, Erik, do you know what the name of this island is?" she asked.

"No…hey! Ow!" Erik said. A girl with wavy brownish blonde hair and aqua eyes stared up at him.

Somehow she'd run into him and fallen to the ground. Now she looked dazed…and somehow very happy.

"Can you tell me what the name of this island is? And maybe your name?" Erik asked, strangely amused by this girl.

"Why, you don't know?" she asked. Erik rolled his eyes. "This is PhanGirl Island, home of more than ten thousand PhanGirls! I'm Hilary."

"Hm… how did I come across an invitation then?" he asked.

"Oh, I think Aislin took care of that." She said.

Erik sighed. Since when did he have fans? Maybe they were Raoul's.

"Hey Raoul, you got a bunch of fans here." Erik laughed.

It was only then that Erik noticed that Raoul was on the ground, fighting off at least twenty fans. But instead of loving kisses and hugs, they were punching him, biting, slapping, and scratching him.

When Christine finally got the Phans off of her husband, they stood in a straight line. Erik rolled his eyes. Obviously—for some reason—the girls were in love with him. "Why do you guys love me? I'm ugly and disfigured!" Erik exclaimed.

The girls looked at each other and began to sing:

My Phantom is over the ocean

My Phantom is over the sea

My Phantom is over the ocean

O, bring back my phantom to me!

Christine raised her eyebrow. "What does that have to do with Erik being ugly and disfigured?"

"Thanks Christine…" Erik muttered.

The girls sighed in unison, and then cleared their throats.

Erik's too sexy for his shirt

Too sexy for his pants

Too sexy for his mask

So sexy it hurrrttsss…

"Does that explain it?" a girl asked.

"Yeah." Erik said, blushing, "It definitely does."

"Where are you…four… headed off to?" Hilary asked.

"We're headed to the swimsuit shop." Erik explained.

The Phans all got extremely excited. "CAN WE GO!" they exclaimed.

Erik rolled his eyes. "I don't think that that would be a really good idea…"

"Can two of us go?" Hilary asked.

"Sure. I choose Hilary and the other girl who asked if that explains it. What's your name?"

"Aislin." The girl reported, stepping forward.

"Follow me to the swimsuit shop!" Hilary exclaimed.

The group of six walked down the street to the small shop. Raoul chose a purple Speedo, Christine chose a slinky bikini the same color, Carlotta chose a hot pink, lime green, and purple flowered tankini, and Erik chose a black swimsuit that was normal for men to wear.

The girls were extremely pleased.


I hope you enjoyed it. Yes, its taking a bit of a different turn than it was when you first started reading, eh? Well, ENJOY!

-Kara