A/N- before I start this chapter, I would like to say three things:
1) I apologise for the TOTAL lateness of this update. I have been struggling with Writers block lately (just like mah MSN Messenger name says: 'Writers Block is a ghost, and it continues to haunt me'). To get rid of it, I have been taking mah stress out on mah drawings; coursework and general (visit mah DeviantArt account (remove spaces!)- http/ demi-goddess. deviantart. com/) but apart from that, it doesn't seem to be relenting...
2) I need to ask a question: In Grev, I know that Robert and Johnny are in the tournament, but do Enrique and Oliver play a part too? I've got a screenshot of the Majestics (AND OLI LOOKS YUMMY!) but I need to know I they actually appear, if ya know what I mean…
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Johnny: What's the third thing?
Demi-goddess: The thir- OH, yeah! Please review and make me happy! I need to know that my work is good. If not, then I'll wait for the writers block to go, before continuing, so that my work is worth reading…
And here we go!
Cool voice: Previously on 'Friends'
The One with Chandler in a Box: Still angry that Chandler had kissed Joey's girlfriend, Joey locks Chandler in a box to punish hi-
Demi-goddess: WHAT THE - ? WRONG ONE, YOU IDIOT! That's 'friends'. This is 'friends' See the question mark? See? That's a BIG difference!
Cool voice: sorry… Previously on 'Friends'
Enrique is left to his thoughts while Oliver sleeps beside him from exhaustion after his breakdown. Johnny and Robert try to figure out what was wrong, if it wasn't the restaurant, but stumble on something…bigger… though you don't know what! HA!
Demi-goddess: stop being horrible to mah readers, evil guy with a cool voice! ON WITH THE CHAPPIE! (in background: DIE YOU EVIL CHAVVY BLOKE!)
"Enrique?"
"Hm?"
"I'm… sorry."
"Sorry for what, Oli? You've nothing to be sorry 'bout."
"I just feel so… ashamed." Oliver sighed, his grip tightening around Enrique's waist. "Ashamed that I broke down so suddenly. Without warning. And in front of Robert, as well… he probably thinks me weak."
"Robert won't think you weak, Oli. If he does, then he'll have at least two less teammates." Enrique assured the younger French teen. "And can you imagine Robert calling you weak? He's a guy of honour and I respect and trust him, even though he can be as annoying as Johnny." Oliver smiled. "So don't you worry your little green head 'bout it, Oli."
"Thanks Enrique." Oliver sniffed. "But you kind of ruined it with the comment about my hair."
"But lovely hair it is, Oli." Enrique chuckled, ruffling Oliver's hair affectionately. "But… you know… you're going to have to face the fearsome restaurant sometime…"
Oliver giggled and sat up, surprising Enrique. "You know how to make things seem less… what's the word?"
"I dunno, Oli, but I know what you mean…" Enrique smirked evilly. "Be afraid! Be very afraid! I'm the evil restaurant! Fear me, or I shall set my army of cooks and pretty waitresses on you!"
Oliver laughed, the restaurant partly forgotten, as they wrestled. Enrique won and immediately started tickling our poor French teen (A/N- whom we all love! Enrique: he's mine, dammit!).
"Enri-ahaha, stop it! Hehe, no! S-Stop! It-" but he broke down into laughter…
"Johnny, do you hear that?"
"Yeah…"
"Sounds like laughter…"
A sigh. "Enrique's in his tickling mood…"
"His what?"
"...Never mind."
"Does tickling solve everything for you?"
"Sometimes, no; sometimes, yes." Enrique replied, watching his best friend lean on the stone banister of the balcony, while he was perched on the edge (legs hanging on the side with the floor, of course.).
Oliver brushed strands of green hair out his eyes, which the wind had blown there.
"Doesn't matter if it does. But it's fun."
"For you, maybe. My sides and stomach muscles hurt like hell." Oliver mumbled, while Enrique smirked; but the smirk soon faded.
"You… ok now?" He asked cautiously.
Oliver sighed, looking out over the expanse of Paris. "As 'ok' as I'll ever be… I mean, I can't be sure that running the restaurant is that bad, but… something inside of me… it's telling me that I'm not meant for it… like it's telling me to keep away…" He laughed, mostly to himself. "It's silly I know…"
"No, Oli, it isn't silly." Enrique protested, pushing himself off the concrete banister and over to Oliver, wrapping his arms round the other teens waist (in a friendly manner). "Do you want to know what I think that…'voice' is?" Oliver nodded, still staring out into the city, as if lost in its winding alleyways. "That 'voice' is your heart… and you have to listen to it…"
Demi-goddess: Since when have you gone mushy, Enrique-poo?
Enrique: We've been through this. You wrote it!
Demi-goddess: So I did…
Johnny: Oh stop it.