"And there we go! Now just don't move." Nyla said proudly, putting her hands on her hips, and admiring the work she's done. Crisps of all kinds, pringles, doritos, Fritos were stacked on a hungover Nora, who was lying in the warm sand. Nyla stepped back, and lots of seagulls flew over to Nora. Nora noticed something touching her arm, opened her eyes, and started screaming. "NYLA, HELP ME, THEY'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL ME!! AAAAAAAHHH!!" Nora ran away from her spot, with about 13 seagulls following her still. Nyla was laughing so hard, she fell into the ocean. Nora walked up to Nyla. "What the fuck man?" Nora said, staring at Nyla. "Help me up asshole!" Nyla laughed, making Nora frown. She lended a hand, but Nyla pushed herself up. "Oh, look who's the asshole now?" Nora chirped, smirking. Nyla only gave a dumb smile back, and they walked back to their seagull infested spot. "I should've recorded that!" Nyla teased. "I'm lucky you didn't," Nora said, rolling her eyes. "Did you hear about the new Gorillaz album?" Akira blurted out, smiling. "You bring up Gorillaz 5 times a day. Chill." Nyla hissed, sitting down on the towel. "It's called Plastic Beach! We aren't too far from it either!" Nora smiled, rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a empty beer bottle, paper, and a pen. She put the paper on her lap and started writing: Dear Murdoc, Noodle, 2D, or Russel, whichever one of you is reading this, Gorillaz has been in my life for as long as I can remember. When I was 10, I was watching MTV with my dad. I liked the music alot, so my parents bought some cds for me, Self Titled, and G sides. Later, I was 13 and my parents gave me the Demon Days cd. When I was 15 I found the Rise Of The Ogre book in our garage. I reread every single page. Now that I'm 24, I went to one of your concerts, and I bought a melodica. I have several posters in my room too. Also, I would love it if you could bring me to Plastic Beach for a few days! My phone number is, 562-666-6666." Nora rolled up the paper, and put in the bottle. She put the cork on lightly, then pushed down with all her might, until it popped back in. She ran up to the ocean, raised her hand, and threw it. "Hope it gets there." Nyla said, eating the leftover crisps.
