Bonjour mes amis. Comment ça va aujourd'hui?
C'est CRYSTAL et JASMINE ici.
Chris:
OK, that's about all of the French I know. I bet you its wrong. Maybe Jasmine can respond in Spanish or whatever second language they learn down there in the U.S. OF A. in the next chappy.
Gasps.
Why Jaz I do think that is a stroke of genius.
Jasmine:
Why yes, I believe it is, too! Well, I have no friggin idea what you said in that little French bit but I guess I can respond to it anyway with: Si, lo que ella dijo. Ahora vamonos a responder a nuestros fanaticos!
Chris:
Ahem…yes…what she said.
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PixiePam -– (Chris) Merci beaucoup for saying our fic was really great. And we have updated even thought it wasn't so soon. (Jasmine) Yeah, it's just that we've been busy thinking up the plot and stuff. Sorry about the long wait!
Pink-Raven -– (Chris) Well…--ahem-- this is a little awkward. You know writing a review for a reviewer who was…I mean is me… if that makes sense. So what should I say to myself? What's up? HA! …not funny…ok then. (Jasmine) --cough--cough--…umm…No comment…--cough--cough--.
Nikki007 -– (Chris) You wanna know what the plan is…that's a little hard considering at this point I don't even know what the plan is. Heh. Unless Jasmine knows. Guess you'll just have to keep reading :D (Jasmine) Me? Know what the plan is? Ha! You're funny! Have you ever considered a career in the field of comedy Chris, because you're a total natural and really convincing! Ha ha ha...Yeah I'll be shutting the hell up right about now.
We present the second chapter of ummm...Wait, what was it called again?
Oh yeah.
The Next Generation...
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Suze's P.O.V.
How?
I ask you how in the world could women in the 19th century could do ANYTHING let alone WALK in these things!
I have to get my mind off him!
Oh look, old fashioned shops. I wonder what the equivalent to Donna Karen would be here.
Maybe I should look at the clouds. Oh look that one looks a little like Jesse…
Okay THIS ISN'T WORKING no matter how hard I try, I can't keep my mind off him.
The fact that we're going UPHILL isn't helping either. Why can't we just get those cart thingies or ride a horse western style like a rootin' tootin'…thingy.
Yeah.
I found then a distraction that wasn't so welcome. Coming out of one of the stores swinging the wooden door was a guy in his early twenties. He had leather pants (A/N HA!) and a matching waist coat. He had a gruff looking beard and an attitude to go with it. Last time I saw him he was…well, dead.
Calm down ladies it wasn't Jesse.
Another person appeared right behind him. A girl this time. About the same age if not younger. She had brown soft curls contrasting with her deadly eyes. She wore a dress that I am jealous to say, looked a whole lot comfier than mine.
"Father D.", I hissed, for fear of them seeing us. I realized now that even if they did see us, it's not like they would have been able to recognize us. "9 'o'clock. Diego and his bitch. " The priest frowned at my use of vocabulary but said nothing about it
"We must hurry then." was all he said.
Yeah dude, why don't we sprint in 100 degree weather with me in high heals and a dress I can't even walk in with a 21st century priest?
He then turned around and walked up to a parked cart complete with a horsy and a dude with a stick …Shut up. I'm not good at 19th century lingo.
He got into the cart and motioned for me to come join him. YES! I'M GOING TO SIT DOWN ON MY HINEY AND GIVE MY FEET A REST!
THERE IS A GOD!
It was pretty cool. The stick guy offered me his hand and everything.
He was kind of you know, um…good looking.
OK fine, he was down right hot. But I'm trying to stay true here!
He went up to the front, settled down and said some stuff to the horse in what I could only guess would be horsy language. And so, we started moving.
I think.
Damn it was so slow I think we could have WALKED QUICKER. We were going what? 5, 7 mph!
"Father D.! Do something. Well get there by sunset!"
"Susannah this isn't a car you know. It's a chariot."
Chariot my ass! Diego's gonna get there before us.
So I did the only thing a girl whose boyfriend's 19th century murder was beating them to the scene of the would-be crime would do.
I went up to the driver and ummm…coughstarted to babblecough
"Like dude, you're really like you know cute and all but do you think we could go like a tad bit faster cuz my boyfriend's about to get murdered and we have to stop the murderer. You know just average teenage stuff. I'm sure YOU understand being like a, you know…chariot driver"…I trailed off. My God could I GET any sadder?
"Can you go faster please?" Father Dom interrupted.
HOW RUDE!
The driver smiled and needless to say we did start speeding up after a while. Now I bet we were going 20 mph. Whoop tee do!
Whatever, beggars can't be choosers.
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After 15 minutes I started to recognize the landforms that were close to my house.
"Look Father D, is that… Is that it?" I asked him. What used to be a beige grand Victorian house was now a chocolate brown inn complete with a blue sign saying in white letters "Carmel-by-the-Sea Boarding House." It had blue shutters, and big windows with a blue frame. The porch was now blue and much bigger, too. And instead of a normal door, there were two swinging wooden doors in blue. You know which ones I'm talking about right? The kind you see in those old western/cowboy movies. The structure of the building looked really good, too, as if it were just recently built.
This is it.
This is it.
This is it.
Breathe Suze. You can do this.
Father Dom paid the driver in coins (wow he came prepared) and helped me step off the chariot while I was still in my "this is it" trance.
I think he was in his own trance because we both kind of…stood there for a while.
I heard him take a beep breath, and realized for the first time that this must be pretty hard for him too. I took his hand in mine and gave him the most encouraging smile I could muster right then.
"Ready?" I asked him.
He smiled in return and nodded.
We went through one of those swinging wooden door things together and we instantly got hit with a strong smell of beer and…piss!
May I take this opportunity to say:
...Ewwwww.
And umm:
...Ewwwww.
Father Dom's P.O.V.
Well, we arrived at the inn right on time, as I hoped. As we went inside, the most nauseating smell I've ever smelled filled my senses: beer and...Something else I can't quite put my finger on...oh my...I believe that it's urine...
That's sickening.
Lord help us.
Suze's P.O.V.
Dude, I would've never expected the 19th century to be so...I don't know, wild. My would-be living room in the future is now a large room split in half into a check-in area on one side and a bar on the other that was, let me tell ya, pretty gross.
Who in the world would a bar in the entrance of a boarding house? People those days. Sheesh...
It was already getting dark outside, so I decided to tell Father Dom that we should check in before going on with our plan.
"Hey Father D. Maybe we should check in a room cuz it's getting kind of dark outside."
"Yes, I see. Well, let's go check in."
The lady at the check-in desk was wearing a dress similar to my own and wore her hair up with a bonnet. At least I was 'in' in the fashion scene.
"Hello, there! My name is Mercedes! How may I assist you this fine evening?" the lady chirped in a cheerful voice.
"Yes, we would like one room for the night", answered Father D.
"May I please have your name, kind sir?" asked Mercedes.
"Oh...uhh..." – I guess Father D. forgot about thinking up some good names – "My name is Carlos Johnson and this is my daughter...umm...Christina", pointing at me.
Whoa, nice save!
NOT.
Mercedes peered at us a bit skeptically but persisted to write down our names.
...Wait a minute! Did he just say that he wanted one room? No way am I going to stay in the same room as Father D!
"Uh...father, may I please have my own room for the night?" I asked Father D giving him a little pout.
He replied with an I-don't-have-enough-money glare and grumbled "...Very well… Christina." Then he glared at me some more before he turned back to Mercedes and told her "I'd like two rooms instead of one. Thank you."
"Very well then, Mr. Johnson!" Then she told us, "Your room numbers are 25 and 27. All you have to do to get there is take the stairs up to the second floor and go down the hall until you see your rooms. Enjoy your stay and have a good night!"
Thank God! She finally shut the hell up! That little bimbo was getting on my last nerve!
If she were born 150 years later, her and Kelly would be very good friends.
We took our keys for our rooms and went up the stairs. When we reached the top, I stopped to look around for a second and was amazed to see how everything looked almost exactly the same. The banister for the stairs was in place and the rooms which I recognized to be Sleepy's, Dopey's, and Doc's were all in there same position, as for Andy and mom's room and mine as well.
I stayed staring at door to my room a bit longer than I should. I had this totally weird feeling of déjà vu but I think I knew why this time. That was when someone opened the door and stepped out.
It was none other than Jesse, looking hotter than ever.
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Wow you guys! We are so sorry that this took forever!
Jasmine:
I had this totally killer writer's block that I couldn't get around. I think it probably had to do with my final exams coming up; they start this week for me! NoOoOoOoOoOo! But don't despair, we'll be back soon! Especially since my school let's out June 1st, on next Wednesday! Yay! Chris and I have some ideas that we're going to work on during the summer and we'll have some projects up and running by then. We'll try to update this fic sooner and make the chappies longer. And we're so sorry if it seems like we rushed through it! And I couldn't do this chappie without Chris! Lots of love for ya girl!
Chris:
Aww shucks!No seriously, Jasmine wrote the second half of this. Isn't it amazing! Wow, no seriously I really LOVE it. BRAVO JAZ! You're school's is finishing on the 1st? Awww dude, my exams start on the 24th! Anyway, I hope you readers out there enjoyed this latest chapter that we wrote and we apologize for leaving you at a cliffy.
Well, you guys know the drill! Read & review! BTW, we like nice long reviews that include constructive criticism! And if we get lotsa reviews, we'll update sooner! P
Much love!
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