Hey remember me?...didn't think so =] . wel i almost be finished with my exams (WOOOOOOOOOT) only 5 left to go. Wish me luck!

SO here's the next chap of OSOTP...well for all of you who are still reading this....thanx for all the reviews so far!
ALSO a big THANK YOU!!!! -wooot- to Fox-rox1539 for all the help she's given me with this chap!!!

ON with the story =]

Day three and well, they'd run out of things to do. Taylor, being the lazy person she is, didn't want to do anything and Sara, being well Sara, got annoyed by this very easily. She'd done everything she could to try and convince the Brit to do something, or at least get off the bed she'd been lying on for almost an entire day.

From this, Sara determined that the she wouldn't be looking forward to any weekends at all while Taylor was there.

Currently Taylor was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling and Sara was sitting in the chair in their room reading the book that they'd been assigned for a mini exam or something on the Monday. The silence in the room was getting to Taylor…she wasn't one to be happy sitting in silence.

"Hey Sara?" She decided to be the one top break the …awkward silence.

"What?" Sara didn't take her eyes off the book.

"There any football on that TV?" Taylor absentmindedly waved an arm toward the 19" LCD TV sitting in the corner.

"Maybe, I'll check" Sara turned the tv on and flicked through the channels, landing on what she was looking for, "Happy now?" she threw the remote at Taylor's stomach and sat back down on the chair she was in previously.

"Umm…Sara?" Taylor had sat up, her head slightly sideways with a questioning look on her face.

"What now?"

"This isn't football"

Sara raised an eyebrow at the other woman, "Yea it is".

"No it's not, if this was football they'd all be booked for hand ball"

"Tay that's soccer" Sara sighed, throwing the book down on the coffee table. It's hard to concentrate with a Brit whining.

Taylor shook her head, "No, that's football. This…this just isn't", she shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the screen where an American football game was taking place. "We invented it; you shouldn't change the name because you thought you'd invent your own sport with the same name".

"Tay, this is football'

"Nope"

"Yeah"

"Umm…No"

"Err…Yea"

"No"

"It is!"

"Not! Come on you know that you took our football and changed it." Taylor held back a sarcastic chuckle, "Huh you American's have changed a lot of English things coz you felt like it"

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"Well lets see...hmm...oh I dunno...how about colour … with a U?'

"That's a weird way to spell it"

"No, it's the correct way".

Sara shook her head, "Damn it, Taylor, just sit down and watch the game"

"Nah, I'd prefer to watch a REAL football MATCH" Sara frowned and turned to the other brunette.

"What the hell is your problem?" Sara stood up, glaring at the other woman who was lazily looking back at her; she put on a fake, sarcastic British accent, "I'm Taylor. I'm British. I just love tea and crumpets everyday at 5. Cricket is positively wonderful and in football people leave the ball on the ground and it's against the rules to practically do anything, how spiffing is that? It's a jolly good show to go to the races and we all have a slight disliking to the Americans as they show no respect for the language we apparently gave them and developed on our own, as long as you ignore the countless countries that have invaded us in the past and influenced our culture".
Taylor growled slightly, but smirked, "Oh come on Sara, you know I hate cricket"

"You're completely…aargh" Sara threw up her arms in defeat.

"Ha, and you think the British are bad"

"Not the British, just you"

Taylor chuckled, "You'll learn to love me".

"Go to hell" Sara turned the tv off.

"Hey! I never said I wasn't watching that, I just said it wasn't football!" Sara shot a questioning glance before turning it back on again, "one thing though."

"What now?" Sara growled out, glaring at the troublesome woman.

"Explain the rules?" Taylor grinned at the look on Sara's face.

Sunday morning/ Day 4.

"…chocolate...milkshake please..." Sara's eyes fluttered open only to be greeted by the rays of the sun coming through the curtains. She groaned and laid her head back on the pillow after seeing the clock on the bedside table with 9:30 in big red lett...well numbers. It was a Sunday; she could sleep in if she wanted to.

"But I don't…wanna go to the beach" Sara's eyes opened again, 'What the hell…nahh I got to be imagining it or something' she closed them again and rolled over on her side.

"The circus….but we went...yesterday" Sara sat up and looked round the room, her eyes landing on the sprawled out woman on the bed at the opposite side of the room.

"Taylor?" Sara called out to her.

"I want...the pink elephant". Sara was confused, "Not that one…ice cream".

Sara's eyes widened and held back a laugh. 'Oh my god, she sleep talks'.

"Hey Taylor? Tay...Can you hear me?"

"Maybe…." Taylor still had her eyes closed but rolled over so she was facing Sara.

"Are you asleep?"

"But…the pink one has a funny hat" Sara clamped her hands over her mouth to hold back a laugh.

"So Taylor where are you?"

"At circus…with the clowns…monkeys…Einstein"

"Einstein's there?" Sara was confused.
"Yea…trying to win" she rolled over again, eyes still closed, "the goldfish…cake".

"Goldfish…cake?" Sara shook her head, "So what about the pink elephant?"

"I wanna win it" Taylor pouted, "Gonna call it…Mrs Fluffy…in memorial to…" She rolled over again, "my favourite…stuffed…bunny"

'Stuffed bunny…at her age…oh my god" Sara kept her hands clamped over her mouth, "Umm…do you still have…Mrs Fluffy?"

"Of course…she's...in my bag". Sara got up and raced to the Brits bag, pulling out a bright pink stuffed bunny.

Sara could take it anymore; she threw the bunny at Taylor and started to roar with laughter.

"Wha…?" Taylor sat up and rubbed her eyes before focusing on Sara, who was rolling on the other bad laughing, "Sara?"

Sara looked at her, the started laughing again.

"What?" Taylor was confused, not noticing her bunny on the edge of her bed, "What? I'm serious here, is there something on my face?" Sara shook her head, still laughing at the other woman.

"Well what?" Taylor was getting angrier, "Was it something I said?"

Sara just laughed harder.

Ok then..the whole making fun of the English/British is not meant to insult or offend anyone...i wrote it and i am british! Also the whole American thing means no offence either so sorry bout that if it did =[

SO please review and tell me what you think...and wish me luck for my 2 Physics exams, French exam and 2 Latin exams (what the hell was i thinking)

...GCSE's suck =[