Thank you to Avazoom85 for the review.
Anyways here's chapter 2. I'm so excited to be writing the first published grown ups fan fiction. Anyways review please.
Anything you recognize does not belong to me, all OCS used in the story are mine though.
Greg's POV
Thank god were going back to Milan tomorrow. Tonight however we sat at some restaurant.
"Hi I'm Noa and I'll be your waitress this evening, can I get your folks order?" I looked over at the waitress. She was a pale girl with long honey colored hair and green eyes. I guessed she was around my age. She was snapping on a piece of gum with her hand on her hip and a bored expression on her face. Our order was placed and the girl quickly wrote it down.
"Alright, what would you like to drink?"
Everyone ordered pops, juices, coffee or water; the girl went around the table and came to me.
"I'll have a Voss."
The girl stared at me funny.
"Ummm, what?"
"A Voss, you know water? Or a Fiji if you don't have that?"
The girl looked confused.
"Hell take what ever you have."
"We've got tap?"
"What country is that from?"
I was eager now. Tap sounds cool and foreign.
"Greg, it's from the faucet."
Now I was revolted.
"Like the hose?"
The waitress, Noa looked like she wanted to smack me.
"No you idiot! What planet are you from?"
This girl is not getting a tip.
"L.A…."
She snorted. As if L.A sucked or something which got me mad, all I wanted was a Voss.
"It's not my fault your to stupid to know what a Voss is!"
"Greg!"
I turned to look at my mom when I was forced to my feet. My face was inches from Noa's.
"Listen up Hollywood; you are nothing more than a spoiled brat who has no real world experience. Not everyone drinks water with a fancy name."
I wasn't going to lie. I thought she was gonna kill me. She released my shirt and I slumped with relief into my seat. The whole restaurant was staring. An older waitress came over.
"No problems here folks?"
"No, miss." my father replied. I glared at him. Noa stomped off. The other waitress walked off.
"Dad! You should have gotten her fired."
"Greg, I think you should apologize to her. You did insult, what was her name again?" my mother mused.
"Her name was Noa, mom." I replied. My mom raised an eyebrow at my dad.
Noa came back carrying a tray of drinks. She handed each glass off. Finally one glass. She walked over to me, her hand brushed my shoulder slightly as she all but slammed the water on the table.
"here's your damn water."
Even though its just chapter one rewritten, I love this. Let me know what you think. Review, please. J