3. Larc's Side of the Story

((Skye: "FINALLY! I got to write something! I think out of this entire story, I wrote… counts on fingers TEN chapters! All of them relatively short."))

As she heard the door shut, Larc tossed over in her bed and moaned. She would have yelled at Vanessa, but she was out of earshot. But of course, fifteen minutes later she was not asleep again. "Curse you, Vanessa," she mumbled. And so, she concluded that she should read a book and pulled out Troy. Just as she was finally settling back in, she heard a tune that she was very, very familiar with.

Wandering child, so lost, so helpless

Yearning for my guidance!

Larc just stared at her book for a moment, mumbling, "Please let that be Vanessa's CD…" The song continued.

Angel or father? Friend or Phantom?

Who is it there, staring?

Larc let out a scream. One of those evil girly screams. The one you hear in horror movies. Yes, that kind. A shuffle came from the other room, then a knock on the door. Larc stared at the door.

"We're sorry! We were rehearsing!" cried Gerard from the door.

Larc sighed, opening the door in all her sweatpants glamour. "For a moment, I thought I had gone insane!" she laughed.

Gerard and Emmy gave embarrassed laughs. There was an awkward silence.

"Ummm… Why, may I ask, are you rehearsing?" she asked.

Emmy and Gerard looked at each other. "Well, uh…" said Gerard.

"We're giving a performance on the ship," replied Emmy. "We got the trip free if we performed a few scenes."

Larc nodded, saying, "Ohhh. Well, you keep practicing. I won't scream anymore – I know it's not my insanity."

They all shared another nervous laugh and returned to their rooms, all three thinking, "That… was strange…"

Ok, now that this is up, it is explained why Patrick, Emmy, and Gerard are all on the ship together. Thank goodness Veronica let me write a chapter! Alright, anyone that reviews (that doesn't insult the story) gets a bar of chocolate. Um, if you don't like chocolate, then you get some grapes. If you don't like grapes... then you get an apple! If you don't like apples, you get potato chips. If you don't like potato chips, you're too picky.