Fangirl

NOTE: This one's a little short because I wrote it in Health class and I was running out of paper and too lazy to rip out another piece. However, I have compromised. You'll see.

After the parking lot incident, Gertrude's parents made her take a little vacation. They dropped her off at the airport, where her plane was just about ready to board passengers. It was about 1:00 in the morning, so security was lazy and didn't really care if even a bomb went off in front of their faces. Gertrude sprinted past security, her suitcase cluctched in her paste-colored arms, her flip-flops making the most ANNOYING clacking noises EV-AR. Businessmen glared at her and swore in foreign languages she couldn't understand. "No hah-blow angry laptop dude." Gertrude snapped.

"Attention: Flight 243 to Wellington now boarding."

"Add-i-ose!" Gertrude sprinted even faster.

Not many people were in line to board the plane, so she decided to annoy the flight attendant.

"Tickets please," the flight attendant said.

"See my ticket, made of paper, mess with me… uh… do you know a good word that rhymes with paper and is a synonym for 'butt'?"

"Oh, God, not another one." The flight attendant slammed her head down on the desk.

"That's not healthy." Gertrude pointed out.

"JUST GET ON THE PLANE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" The flight attendant snapped.

Surprisingly enough, Gertrude didn't annoy anyone on the plane. She was asleep.

When she got to Wellington, the first thing she did was crash her hotel room and cause all sorts of chaos for everyone else on her floor. After the exterminators left and it was safe to go back in, Gertrude went in and began jumping on the furniture. This immature behavior went on for several hours.

The next morning, Gertrude walked out to the cliffs and saw Argent. Argent was flying around in circles, examining any cracks that might cause rocks to fall.

"HI! I LIKE CHEESE!" Gertrude shouted as Argent came her way. Argent fell and landed on her knees in the grassy bush.

"Did you have to do that?" she asked, getting up. Gertrude thought for a moment. "Yes."

"Why?" Argent asked.

"I'm your fangirl." Gertrude grinned.

"Ooooookay." Argent said, not convinced.

"OK. Bye, Argent."

"So you're telling me that you flew ALL THE WAY to Wellington, New Zealand, just to tell Argent that you LIKE CHEESE?" Melody asked over the phone.

"Yeah." Gertrude answered.

"You're a sad, strange little girl, you know that? Oh, crap, the warden's coming. Time's up-" The line went dead.

"I'm not a sad, strange little girl. I'm almost 24." Gertrude muttered as she smoothed out the wax on her dummy of Argent, sitting on top of the shrine.