Chapter 19

"You know," started Mariah.

Tyson said in a bored voice, "No, I don't."

Mariah gave him a scary look which immediately quietened him. "Where was I? Oh yeah, you know I had a really good friend called Diana when I was an intern at Dior's. She was crazy too but superbly talented. At that time we thought she was Eleanor David, the real intern. It was only later that we found out that Eleanor had measles and when one of her friends, namely Diana, came to know that Eleanor's not attending Dior might damage her career forever Diana decided to pose as Eleanor and complete the internship. She was really imaginative though quirky and totally rebellious to the word fashion her designs were always good. When we came to know the truth Dior offered both of them the job but Diana refused saying that itcwas not her thing and she wanted to explore the world."

Hilary conversed in a surprised voice, "That was weird of her. She refused a good chance. People would die to work with Dior.

"Not really. After all a person should do what he wants," said Mariam smiling over the top of her laptop.

Hilary and Mariah looked at each her and then scowled at Mariam. "Look whose talking," said Hilary in an irritated voice.

"Aww shush, Hilary. Stop snapping at people on Christmas, at least," said Tyson from the game of Monopoly that he, Max, Kenny and Ray were playing.

"Ohoo. You stop cheating at Monopoly, on Christmas, at least. Yes, I saw, you were cheating."

"So, what if I was. At least I am not being mean to the world, snapping at people unnecesserily."

"Tyson!" said Kai, warningly, his tone ordering Tyson to stop quarelling.

"Mr. So Good All Of A Sudden, at least I am not playing vortual chess against a laptop-"

"Hi, I am a bitbeast first and a laptop afterwards. Even I have feelings." That was Dizzy of course.

Soon there was a full on mayhem with everybody quarelling with somebody. Max passed Mariam an apologetic look as she slammed her laptop shut unable to concentrate on the blueprints she was supposed to be making.

It was Kenny who put an end to the noise. "Mariah, where does this friend of yours live?"

"I don't remember. I think-Oh I think she lives in London itself. I must call her to our wedding, what do you say Ray?"

Ray nodded enthusiastically, " Of course you must."

"In fact I'll call her just now. I have her number somewhere." She got up to search the number and phone her long lost best friend.

"She's coming, guys," Mariah screamed a couple of hours later from the phone.

"Oh shit," muttered Kenny.

"Oh shit," muttered Ray.

"Oh shit," muttered Max.

"Oh sh-," Tyson was interrupted before he could finish.

" What are you all shitting about?" asked a surprised Kai, giving his friend's a strange look.

Tyson laughed, " I don't know. I just felt like not breaking the chain."

Kenny groaned. "Its not that."

"Its just that-" Ray said.

"-look at the state of the house," Max finished.

"Oh that." Mariah laughed. " Diana won't mind it all. She is really disorganised. Her room is exactly like Tyson's. Except you won't find that many chips packets and chocolate wrappers there."

"But still-" started Max.

"-we need to do something-" said Hilary worriedly.

"-before she comes," Kenny finished.

"First of all, stop talking in that weird way. Second, stop panicking. She's a just a friend and not the Queen of England."

Still Ray, Kenny, Hilary, Mariam and Max did clean up all the could while Mariah takled with Lee on the phone. Meanwhile Kai and Tyson played noughts and crosses.

Trinnnng, the bell rang. "Hi! Someone changed the bell," said Tyson. "Yeah! I did. The earlier one made such a noise. I had headaches all the time," said Ray. "Well, go and open the door." "No, I did. Tell Max this time." "Hey, why me?" "Nor me" "Me neither."

Kai sighed and said bitterly, "I'll have to get it, I suppose."

He made to the door and opened it wondering about the best look to condemn the person who had made him get up from his comfortable position on the sofa. 'You wish you were anywhere else' or 'If looks could kill' or his speciality 'the death glare'? However he never managed to decide because there, at his door, stood Diana Greene.

I know, I know...perfect ending to the chappie, right? Hahahaha...I love writing this story. Thanks for all the reviews and reads everybody. Always welcome to more reviews and reviwers. HINT HINT!

-Z-A-K

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