A/N: Hehe, soz to scare you all with the whole 'dream' thing... I have exams tomorrow so this WILL be the last update, I may update on the weekend.Thank you for reading and reviewing and also, I get a lot of people saying this is very Grease-like, I agree due to the summer fling thing, but I actually got the idea listening to 'Endless Summer' by Ashlee Simpson and 'My Boo' by Usher and Alicia Keys... LOL. Take care anyways... Zoe
Chapter Eleven
They had finally arrived. The passengers collected their belongings and lined up at the exits, all wanting to get the hell out of there. But as they stepped out, they suddenly wished they could go back inside.
Torrie took a look outside and was shocked. It was 9 pm and pitch black, silent and eerie. The place was deserted, so dull and incredibly filthy with hills of rubbish and rubble everywhere.
Soldiers had welcomed them and accompanied them to their bus. They headed to an area where all the buses were lined up. They were assigned to their vans, minuscule, reeking vans. It was two to a seat. The vehicle was unventilated, cramped and humid. Torrie was squished in between Charlie Haas and John, she felt incredibly hard to move and breathe, soon felt drowsy.
"Are you ok?" asked Charlie, seeing Torrie looking pale and shaking.
"Torrie, are you alright?" asked John who also noticed her.
"I can't breathe…" she whispered. John quickly opened the window of the van to left air in.
"Lay down," John offered as lay her on his lap. She looked up at him thankfully, closing her eyes. He draped his hand over body and stroked her flowing blonde locks. Torrie wished she could stay awake to hang on to this moment but she soon blacked out.
"We've arrived," said John softly, Torrie's eyes opened and she sat up groggily. "Slept well?"
"Yeah, thanks…" she smiled. They had arrived at Saddam's palace, where they were staying. Torrie's eyes widened in amazement at the building before them, it was dilapidated that could fall down if you touched it. They exited the bus and entered the building, a total mess. They kicked the shards out of their path and climbed up the creaky wooden stairs, there were bloodstains on the wall, which frightened the divas. They were assigned to their rooms. Vince slept in the master bedroom, Torrie and Dawn stayed in the master bedroom, Eddie and Rey in another, Charlie and Jackie slept in the kitchen and the others in the hall.
"You can unpack but please do not leave your bags unguarded and make sure to lock the doors at night," said a General.
"In case of emergency, you can find all of us in the dinning hall and make sure you have your helmets on," said a soldier, handing out the helmets. "Please where this at all times, except for when you're sleeping of course… and bathing… Speaking of bathing, there are two bathrooms on each floor. You must share them and can only use them for a maximum of 10 minutes."
"Never leave the premises," reminded the General. "Never leave the premises if you are not meant to. You may all head to your rooms and rest, I'll see you all tomorrow, 6 am sharp."
Torrie and Dawn went to their room grudgingly with frowns on their faces. They entered their room. All there was, was a fan on the ceiling, cracks in the wall where the white painted had peeled off. Two mattresses lay on the floor with pillows and towels as blankets.
"I hate this," Dawn sighed as she walked in to the room first.
"Well you were SO excited to go!" teased Torrie who locked the door behind her. Dawn sat on the mattress and unzipped her bag, pulling her PJs out.
"I know, thanks for reminding me!" said Dawn rolling her eyes.
"I'm tired…" yawned Torrie as sat next to Dawn laying her head on Dawn's shoulder.
"Oh really? I thought you had nice long sleep on the plane and then again in the bus, on John's lap!" sneered Dawn
"Shut up," said Torrie rolling her eyes.
"Well I think you like him and I think he likes you too…"
"No he doesn't like me, I don't like him either,"
"You don't like him, you LOVE him," teased Dawn.
"I do not!" blushed Torrie as she stood up with her arms on her hips.
"Yeah well tell it to yourself, because I know you do… and as for me, I'm going to change and then I'll pop a zillion sleeping pills, otherwise I won't be able to sleep," said Dawn as she waved to Torrie and left.
Later, Dawn was fast asleep and snoring heavily. Torrie covered her ears with her hands and lay stiffly on the mattress, how repulsive was this mattress, it was so thin and raggedy it was basically like sleeping on the floor, the ghastly, cold marble floor. She wondered who had slept on these mattresses before her, probably some disgusting person which uncomforted her. She sat up, and shook her head. She couldn't sleep, she turned on the lights and rummaged through Dawn's belongings in search of the sleeping pills. Torrie eventually found them and consumed two and then lay back in her mattress. Yuck.
Randy crossed her mind, she wondered what he was doing. It was around lunchtime back home, maybe he was going Christmas shopping to get her a gift - that'd be nice – but realistically he was probably hitting the gym with Batista.
"I miss you Randy," she murmured with a sigh. Tears formed and slowly streamed down her face. She kept reminding herself that he was only three days away. Three miserable days.
John was wide-awake. Having Big Show snoring right next to your ear was bound to keep you awake, no wonder Rey had asked him whether he had wanted ears muffs!
He thought about Torrie, having her laying on his lap reminded him of the time when they were younger, they went on a roller coaster ride and he felt so sick, Torrie let him lay on her lap. He smirked at the thought.
Heather suddenly popped up in his thoughts. Heather was amazing, she was hot, loaded and perfect, absolutely perfect. Then why wasn't he happy? Maybe it was because of the fact he's using her to get a record deal. That wasn't his only motive though, he didn't intentionally 'use' her like that, after two months of dating, she told him that her dad worked for a huge record company… so that was just a bonus for John. He would finally get what he had wanted in three days, three days only.
He didn't know if he could love her long enough. Three days was already too long, he realised he didn't love her anymore. He had feelings for someone else.