"Have you guys decided what you want to do today?" Lizzie's aunt asked the three.
"Um, we were thinking about taking the BART into downtown Berkeley, that way we could see Cal State, and the venues Miranda wanted to see. Plus I hear there is a lot to do on Telegraph St." Lizzie replied.
"Well, that sounds like a plan. And this way you can see what the deal with BART is in case you want to go anywhere by yourselves. I'll give you all 30 minutes, then we'll leave."
Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo nodded their heads then went upstairs to get ready.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Phil and Keely were lazily hanging out in their hotel room when one of them finally decided to speak up.
"What do you think we should do today?"
"Let's take the BART (Keely continued to explain what BART is) into downtown Berkeley- save San Francisco for tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me, just give me a few minutes to get dressed." replied Phil, who was still in his pjs.
Phil went into the bathroom to change and get ready while Keely turned on the TV to see if anything good was on. Naturally, nothing worth watching was on and she ended up flipping through the channels until Phil was ready to go. They left their room and headed towards the closest BART station, boarding the next train for Berkeley.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Are you kids ready to go yet!" Jane yelled impatiently - it had already been 45 minutes and not one of the teenagers were downstairs yet.
"Coming!" she heard Lizzie yell, and seconds later the three were running down the stairs.
"Alright, let's go."
The four of them hopped in the car and drove to the Oakland BART station, it was about 10 minutes before the next train arrived, and it was extremely crowded. They got on it anyway, not feeling like waiting for the next train. Besides it wasn't such an inconvenience to have to stand up for three or four stops.
Miranda and Gordo resumed their incessant arguing about pointless things and Lizzie just sighed and looked around, observing the people on board. There were two men talking about how bitchy their girlfriends are, a woman making obscene hand gestures at the person sitting behind her, but the only people who caught her eye were two teenagers sitting near the back.
Lizzie wondered why they were by themselves, then immediately realized it was a stupid question with a large number of possible answers. She must have been staring because the girl smiled and waved at her, then turned and whispered something to her friend who proceeded to do the same thing. Lizzie, clearly embarrassed, blushed and looked at the floor for the rest of the trip.
They finally arrived and Lizzie let out an audible gasp when she saw the two friends getting off. Miranda and Gordo asked what was wrong, she just shrugged and said nothing while following her aunt off the train.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Exciting wasn't the word Phil wanted to use to describe where he was. It's not that there wasn't a lot to do, it was just that there was so much walking from place to place he though his legs were going to fall off - and they had only been there 2 hours.
"Please, Keely, I've got to sit down for a little while."
"Ok, let's find a bench or something."
"Or we could just sit on the curb, it's not like anyone here drives. They're much too hip for that."
"Fine, just not for too long."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"And here we are, Telegraph St." Jane said triumphantly.
The four had just done a fairly long uphill trek to get there and they were all pleased with themselves.
"Let's get walking, then!" Lizzie said.
"Alright, we can walk down to the campus, then walk back up to where we currently are on the other side of the street, stopping to gawk and shop at the appropriate times."
"Excellent." Miranda said, sounding excited for the first time since they arrived.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The four were on their return trip back down the street, and Lizzie was starting to get separated from the "group" in the mass of people. She started walking faster and accidentally kicked someone.
"Ouch! Could you watch were you're going?"
"I'm really sorry, I..." Lizzie immediately stopped talking when she realized that she had ran into one of the people from the train.
The two didn't recognize her at all and became very annoyed when she zoned out.
"You were saying...?" Keely asked.
Lizzie quickly returned to reality.
"Oh, it's just...why were you sitting on the curb anyway? There's a bench right there." Lizzie pointed directly behind them.
"Are you the curb police or something?" Phil asked, growing more annoyed.
"Look, I'm sorry, I'll leave."
As Lizzie turned to leave, Phil and Keely felt a tinge of guilt for overreacting like they had. Before she went too far, Phil grabbed her arm.
"Can you please leave me alone?" Lizzie said barely below a scream.
"We're sorry, we overreacted. You didn't mean to run into me. I shouldn't have gotten so annoyed, neither should've my friend."
"Um, it's ok."
"I'm Phil, and this is Keely."
"I'm Lizzie. I would introduce you to a couple of my friends any my aunt, but I don't know where they are."
"We could help you find them." Keely offered.
"That would be great." Lizzie replied.
The three set off to find Miranda, Gordo, and aunt Jane.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(a/n: I know, another Not So Raven chapter (travesty!), but c'mon, this is pretty essential stuff. I was going to break this up into two chapters, but I decide not to, especially because they would be really short chapters and it would mean two Not So Raven chapters.
Also, it's been a little while because I've had band camp, which has been kicking my ass, and I've been writing something. It's not a fanfiction, just...something. Kind of memoirs of my 6th, 7th, and 8th grade years, except it's..not. I can't really explain it, so I'll stop trying. Besides, my author's notes are too long.)