“Common, stop taking my pager!” Tay yelled at me playfully as he once again tried to steal his pager back from the pocket of my silver, metallic skirt. It was clear and you could see all the colored wires from the outside of it. It was our last day in France, and I was going to make the most of it. I had dragged Tay and Ike out of bed at 4 AM to go sight-seeing, and now we were on our grand tour of the Eiffel Tower. Our next stop would be the famous, cafe called, La Pierre.
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It was almost 5 PM when we arrived at the cafe. We decided to eat outside, because of the beautiful view of the city. Unfortunately as we stepped out on the balcony I noticed several teenage girls giggling and pointing at Tay. We ignored them and sat down and ordered salads. After about an hour, the fans finally worked up enough courage to come up and talk to us. One of the girls had pathetically tried to scribble “I LUV TAY” on her forehead with the cream cheese from her sun-dried tomato bagel. The others had tried to scratch “I LUV IKE” into their arms with forks. The girls introduced themselves as Natalie, Katie, Andrea, and Kristin. Kristin walked right up to Tay and firmly grabbed hold of his arm and nervously said,” I LUV U SO MUCH!!!!!” Her glasses were fogged up from the cold and the bright colors on her Christmas sweatshirt blinded Tay’s eyes.
“Thank you,” Tay muttered, making a huge effort to try and be nice. Katie, who was also a GAY, STUPID, FAGGY girl who was in luv with Tay, was so speechless she fainted. Natalie and Andrea, who were both madly in luv with Ike, rushed to Katie’s rescue. We took that fleeting second to pull Tay away from Kristin’s death grip and run out of the restaurant. We ran to the parking lot to find Tay’s viper. We jumped in and we sped away.
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We figured that was enough of France, so we drove back to the hotel. After finishing packing all my clothes in my bag, we left for our 11:30 PM train ride to London.
“Gwen, do you still have my pager?” Tay asked me as I fiddled with the zipper on my purple japanimation bag. The clear, light purple, sparkly handles were almost breaking off because I had had it for like 5 years.
In response to Tay’s question, I checked my pockets, and my black, raverish purse. Then, finding nothing, I said, ”nope!”
“ARE U SURE?” Tay asked a little concerned.
“Ya, the last place that I had it was the Eiffel Tower.....or maybe La Pierre......uh oh.....did you pick it up off the table before we left the cafe?” I asked Tay.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!” Tay yelled,” I think we must’ve left it there!”
“Don’t worry, Tay,” I said comforting him,” we’ll just page your pager and whoever has it will call us. I pulled off my silver creepers, and snuggled up to my cute boyfriend. He had a sad look on his face and his lip puffed out in a pouting position, which drove me crazy!
“Don’t be mad, it’s not like you don’t have money to buy a new one,” I told him.
“I’m not mad,” he said apologetically as he put his arm around me and slid my body closer to his.
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“Train 200 to London, England is now boarding passengers in the seats 14-20.”
“That’s us guys,” Mr. Hanson whispered, gently lifting the sleeping Mackie into his arms. We boarded the train and sat down. It took about 1 hour for everyone to board the train, realize they were flying for 2 hours with Hanson, and finally settle down. I leaned back to relax in my plush, train seat. Zac was furiously sketching aliens in his sketch book, Ike was rapidly writing notes in his notebook, and Tay was trying to write new songs with his tape recorder.
“MerrY-ChRiStmS-beBY-meRi ChiStmS-bBy, I feL liKe I’m n’ pridise, I’m n’ my pridise-um...meri chrmas...woah-oh-oh-oh-oh....” Tay sang with great enthusiasm.
Ike looked up from his notebook,” Try it one note higher Tay.” Tay replayed his voice several times and then recorded the same verse one note higher.
Zac, who was sitting behind Tay, kicked Tay’s seat.
“WhAt,” Tay asked a little pissed at Zac, after he had knocked the wind out of him.
“Half a note lower,” Zac said pleased with his knowledge of music scales. Tay turned around and tried the verse again, half a note lower.
Again Ike looked up from his notebook shaking his head,” No, a quarter of a note higher Tay.”
Frustrated, Tay turned off his tape recorder and tossed it carelessly in his black duffel bag.
“I thought it was fine,” I said to Tay, looking up from my Seventeen magazine. I was reading all about how guys sometimes look way sexier with an earring.
“What’s that your reading Gwen?” Tay asked me.
“Seventeen, it’s a girl magazine,” I replied not taking my eyes off a gorgeous pic of Leo with a sexy silver stud in his ear. Tay looked over at the article and pic, then turned back to face his tray table. Suddenly he had a weird thought:
I wonder if Gwen would like me better with an earring? Look at the way she’s drooling over Leonardo DeCaprio and his earring. No..no..she likes me for who I am, not if I have an earring. -- Then again....it could improve my studly, StAr image. Maybe I’ll ask Ike what he thinks about it later.
