Hello! Okay, so I wasn't planning on updating today, or tomorrow in fact, but I got this chapter done, so I was like 'What the hell? They deserve another chapter for being awesome fans and reviewers!' So there you have it, straight from the author's head.

And, Meg, you'll just love what I've put in here just for you! (Inside joke!)

Enjoy, amigos!

Chapter 19-Diet Water

A French waiter showed us to our table. His accent was very extremely thick; I had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying. He walked at a brisk pace making me feel like I'd have to run just to make it to our table when he does.

"Madams and Monsieur, welcome to Fleur de Mur de Paris*. Take a seat and we shall be with you in a moment."

Our French friend waited impatiently for us to take our seats and even yelled at Conner for not pulling my chair out before he had sat down. Then he yelled at Travis for not sitting up straight and having proper dining etiquette. To me and Katie this was all very funny.

At least it was, until he started yelling at us for laughing.

Some of the even fancier people in the restaurant looked at us oddly. I swore I heard some old lady holding Opera glasses say to her husband or whoever the poor fellow next to her was 'I say, that's just ghastly behavior! And in public, too!'

I wonder how she'll react when Travis and Katie start kissing.

Our waiter huffed indigently and stalked back to the door to greet another group of people who had come through.

"Well, he's…." Conner trailed off.

"Pleasant," I continued.

Travis and Katie nodded.

"Anyway, let's look at the menu!" Travis said, eagerly trying to change the subject.

"Travis, how are you guys paying for all of this? I mean, look at how expensive everything is!" Katie exclaimed, wide-eyed and mouth gaping.

The other three of us looked at her oddly. It was obvious how these two got the money for this place.

Katie looked up at us and saw us all giving her the same look.

"No…tell me you didn't-Travis Stoll! You did not-!"

Travis cut Katie off with a quick kiss. She was still steaming, but at least now she was red with embarrassment rather than anger.

I stifled my laughter and looked at the menu. Sadly, it was all in really fancy script-and even though I wasn't dyslexic-I had to strain to read it. Eventually, I had to decide what I was having by the pictures. And none of it looked to appetizing.

I sighed, as I decided I'd just get a glass of water and a small plate of spaghetti since I'd be going over to Leanne's afterward. (Hopefully there'd be some pizza left.)

Closing the menu and setting it back down on the table, I proceeded to look around the restaurant, feeling as awkward as ever. My hand kept itching towards the handbag Katie had me bring. I had secretly stashed my iPod into it for emergencies.

If there were any time for Linkin Park, now would be the time.

Just thinking about music got my fingers moving rapidly on the mahogany wood table.

And don't resent me

And when you're feeling empty

Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest

The lyrics kept swirling in my head like a tornado. Different lyrics to different songs of different genera's. All blending together.

I want to be a Billionaire, so f*ckin' bad-

Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars?-

In the End it doesn't even matter-

What I've Done-

Bleed it Out digging deeper just to throw it away-

I'm supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure-

Who died and made you King of Anything?-

Raise your Glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways-

My vision started to blur, the songs in my head faster and faster, until a petite blonde woman approached and held a pad of paper in her hands and looked right threw me.

"Are you okay, Miss?" She asked, looking concerned, but she couldn't care less, obviously. It was in her job description to be nice to customers.

I rubbed my temples, slowing the music in my mind considerably.

"Yeah, could I get a glass of diet water, please?" I strained not to say the words in rhythm of a Pink song.

"Miss, there is no such thing as diet water," She said politely. "How about just a plain glass of water?"

"Sorry. Just get me diet water."

"Ma'am, we don't serve diet water. In fact, I don't think there's such a thing as diet water." She replied irritated. Conner smiled.

"You heard her! Now go get her some diet water! She obviously has a headache, and only diet water works!" Conner said, playing along on my continuous joke I played whenever I went out to eat. Order diet water: they'll all think you're crazy. They're only crazier if they give it to you.

Travis smirked, "And I'd like some sparkling water, while you're at it."

Katie just rolled her eyes at our odd joke.

The woman looked frustrated and annoyed. "I've already told you-"

"Jacqueline! Are you arguing with the customers?" A big man with a bushy moustache and tuft of brown hair said as he waddled over to our table.

"Well, no, not really, Mr. Limes, sir. They ordered something that doesn't exist!"

"Pish posh! You're always coming up with excuses! Now go get them what they've ordered!"

"Yes, sir," She sighed as she slumped off towards the kitchen to argue with some more people over 'diet water'.

"I'm terribly sorry," The large man-Mr. Limes-said, turning towards us, trying to bring his hands to at least touch across his giant belly. "Jacqueline is always coming up with excuses to get the customer in trouble. How about you only pay half the price your dinner would've originally cost you, eh?"

Travis feigned thinking. "Well, she was rather rude to my brother's date here. So, it's her call, Jaycee?"

He looked over and winked, signaling to take it.

I sniffled, acting like I'd been crying. "All we wanted was to go out on a double date at a nice, friendly restaurant." I rubbed at my eyes, pretending to wipe away a tear. Conner took up acting and placed an arm around me, 'consoling' me.

"Hush, it's all right, she's gone now," He whispered, trying hard not to laugh.

I nodded. "All right. I'm sure half-priced dinner will make up for it."

Mr. Limes had placed a beefy hand over his heart. "Oh, you poor dear! Of course, half-priced dinner for you all. It'd be my pleasure to get you a new waitress in the process as well."

"Thank you, Mr. Limes, but you real-" Katie was cut off by Travis placing his hand over her mouth.

"Excuse my girlfriend, she's a very generous person. Doesn't like to accept things like gifts." Travis smiled as Mr. Limes nodded and walked off, mumbling about his wife.

As soon as he was out of ear-shot, me and the Stoll's started laughing.

"Great acting, Jay! Ever considered the acting business?" Travis questioned.

"Nope, Though I am wonder-" I was cut off by my phone playing Session by (you guessed it!) Linkin Park. It was just an instrumental song, but it worked.

I grabbed my bag, quickly opening it and searching for my phone. Sometimes I swear these little hand bags were like Hermione's bead purse-bottomless.

I held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Jaycee!" Percy's voice echoed through the cellular device.

"Did you call just to yell at me, Perce?" I smiled.

"No! Yes! Maybe!" He stammered. "Anyway, Mom wants to know where you are."

"Aunt Sally wants to know, or you want to know?"

"Mom," He replied instantly.

"C'mon, Percy. You know I'm not stupid. You so want to know."

"So does your brother," Drew's voice came through instead of Percy's. "Now, Jaycee Dawn, where the hell are you?"

Oh shit.

*Translation: Paris Wall Flower.

I made it up completely, so if there is a restaurant out there called that...then, wow. Just...wow.

M'kay, now that that's out of the way.

Diet Water. LOL. :) Meg, you are so funny! (It was her joke!)

Hope she doesn't mind that I used it...

BUT!

Chapter Dare: I dare you to...order diet water next time you go out to eat. Doesn't matter where or when or who you're with if you're with anyone. Just do it! Then tell me your results!

Feel free to dare me back (Not saying I'll do it, but if I do, then you'll be the first to know!)

~*J.C*~