"We should get some rest, you three. I for one don't want to go looking like hell. I want to be awake for this. I hope it's like the books and movies. Oh, that would be great! All the shops and..." Liv started rambling on and on and, well.. on.

I got into a nice pair of p.j.'s (my blue and silver butterflies and a baggy blue skateboarding t-shirt.) and hopped into one of the two huge beds. "Who am I sleeping with?" I called over Liv's talking and the noise of the others getting ready for bed. Manda raised her hand into the air. She was half inside her trunk with her clothes half off. "Okay. Good night. Sleep tight."

I plopped down and shut my eyes to be disturbed from any early sleeping chances. "Kati, Kati, Kandy Dandy. What were you and Sean talking about on the plane?" Sami asked, in a something's-going-on-between-you-and-him way.

"What are you talking about?" I tried to lie, I know what she means. A few years back everyone had a crush on him, and so did I for like, a week of two. That was only the year he got to our old school, three years ago. Way over now.

"You two were talking and laughing and playing cards and you got to know each other really well, didn't you? So give, what's he like?" Sami deviously never got over her crush.

"He's nice. We played cards, yes. We laughed at the movies, yes. We talked about stuff, yes." I sat up and looked into her eager eyes, so I went on, a little frustrated but that's Sami. "He's into sports and he found out I like art. He's got a really nice family and he found out my family is nuts. He hates cheese, sorry Manda." Manda loves cheese. She is the original cheese-aholic. "And found out I hate mushrooms. He loves Italian food and found out I live Chinese. He doesn't like politics, yet we spent a fourth of the trip talking about it, he's a very good debater. Now may I go to bed?" I said really fast so I possibly had some chance of going to sleep before 1:00A.M.

"Italian food, really?"

"I give up! I'm going to go get a cup of tea, see you in a bit." I said, sliding into my slippers and throwing my hair up with a pencil. I walked downstairs and up to the counter. "Can I get a hot cup of tea, please?" I asked the man behind the bar. We were told to put any thing on a tab and pay once we got our money. It came with two packs of sugar, a lemon slice, and a cookie on a napkin. I found a seat and took a sip. Wow, this stuff is great, no wonder they have tea so much here. I bit the cookie. A thought occurred to me and I pulled the pencil out of my hair, making my big brownish purple curls fall in my face. Ignoring my hair I started drawing a face that came out of no where. It looks like a woman, early twenties, beautiful, but some thing is troubling her.

"You up this late?" someone said behind me touching my shoulder. I jumped so high, I nearly spilled my tea! I turned around to see Sean, taken aback. "Sorry! Next time I'll try to not scare the shit out of you."

"Oh my, I'm sorry. I was thinking. There is no need for you to apologize. I did not expect someone to come down this late." I said assuring him. "What are you doing down here this late?"

"I asked you first."

"I like hot tea before I go to bed, plus Sami was bugging me. You?"

"Can't sleep. I'm the only one awake so I thought, hey I'll come down and have a glass of iced tea," he raised a glass of it." And scare the shit out of Kati while I'm at it," he joked. It's nice to laugh.

"Sit down." He did as I asked.

"Nice, what is it?" he asked, pointing at my picture.

"Something I just toughed of." I passed it to him.

"Nice. You are really good."

"Thanks, I try." He grinned.

"Who is she, and why does she look worried?"

"I don't know. I just started drawing. Strange?"

"A bit."

"Hey!" I pushed him. His grin got bigger. He pushed me back.

"Hey! What? I'm only joking. I think its great you have such a great talent. I wish I could do something like that."

I finished my tea and cookie. "Lets see what you've got." I passed him my pencil and flipped the napkin over to show a black side.

"No, I can't." He pushed it back at me.

"Nonsense. Try a simple flower. You can't mess up there. As Mr. Stender said, 'Flowers are all different, like people are. There is no wrong flower', so follow those words and draw." He picked up the pencil and started.

"It's terrible."

"Let's see." It looks cute it has a curvy stem with a little leaf of the right side, and nine pointy petals off of a small center. "That's not terrible, I like it. It says you are simple but are a perfectionist."

"How do you get that?"

"Well, it's a simple, cute flower and you want it to look like a rose by your attitude. Your flower is you. Don't change it, I like you just the way you are."

Beep. Sean's watch told us it is..."Wow 1:00. We should get to bed."

"Yeah, we have a long day tomorrow." I said, getting up.

We walked up to our rooms in silence. "Good night," he said trying to get his door open with no success.

I walked over to help, turned the key around and got it. "Sleep tight," I said as I closed my door. I walked into a dark room, found my bed and crashed right there, with Sean's flower and my mystery lady still clutched in my hand.