Dimitri's P.O.V.
"OK folks, welcome to America. I hope you have had a good flight and fly with us again," the captain says as we are finally at the airport.
"Alison. Alison, wake up..." I shake Alison but she is still asleep. I sigh. This was the girl I loved...
"Aly. It's time to wake up," I whisper and blow into her ear. This time she groans and her hand comes in contact with my face at full speed. The pain is overwhelming.
"Ow," I say, my brain telling me to scream in pain. That seriously hurt.
"What's wrong?" Aly asks, yawning.
"Nothing," I say as I get our bags down.
We walk through the airport, a big red hand print glued to the side of my face. Aly is cheerfully walking around, as happy as can be. I smile. That's all I ever wanted to see her do. I didn't want her to remember the death of her Aunt Keeva.
"Dimitri?" Alison calls my name. "Do you want to get something to eat?" My stomach starts to growl and hers does the same. Aly starts to giggle.
"I guess we can go eat after we get the rest of our bags," I say, my face red. Of all the times...
We get in line and finally get our bags. I just thought of the most important thing that we totally forgot.
"Aly? Do you know how we are going to get around? We need a car, a place to stay, and we need..." I try, but she cuts me off.
"Don't worry. I have the money. We are going to buy a car, and buy a house. Don't worry," she gives my hand a tight squeeze and I smile.
"Well now, aren't you kids a little lovey-dovey?" a voice says behind us. We turn around just to see a boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and overly tanned skin.
"Damien!" Alison rushes towards him to give him a hug. "I haven't seen you in the longest time. How are you?" I was kind of confused.
"Aly? Who's this?" I ask cautiously. She turns around.
"This is my childhood friend, Damien Gomez. His dad and my dad were stationed at the same base when we were 3, 5, 9, and 12," she said excitedly. This was going to take some time.
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Alison's P.O.V.
I was so psyched. I got to see my friend from my childhood. It seemed like ages since we have seen each other. He was shorter than me last time we saw each other but now he's taller.
"Party Rock is in the house tonight. Everybody just have a good time..." Damien sang off-beat. We bought a Chevy Tahoe. And we got a house just on the outskirts of the woods.
I look over at Dimitri. He was annoyed by Damien's off-key singing.
"Aly, get your friend before I ring his neck," he says.
"Don't worry, I'll get him," I say. "Hey Damien!"
"What?" he says. He looks at me and stops singing.
"Pi equals...
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197
16939937510582097494459230781640628620899862803482534211706
79821480865132823066470938446095 50582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559644622948954930 38196442881097566593344612847564823378678316527120190914564856692 34603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815 2092096282925409171536436789259036001133053054882046 6521384146951941511609433057270365759591953092186117 3819326117931051185480744623799627495673518857527248 9122793818301194912983367336244065664308602139494639 52247371907021798609437027705392171762931767523846748184676694051 3200056812714526356082778577134275778960917363717872 1468440901224 953430146549585371050792279689258923542 0199561121290 2196086403441815981362977477130996051870721134..."
"Stop it your killing me!" he exclaims, crumpling in the backseat. Finally he passed out.
"That's what you do to him?" Dimitri asks, surprised.
"Yeah, he's a moron. He's not really good at anything in school so I torture him with my good memory of pi," I say happily.
"Wow," Dimitri watches the road.
"Can we get some milkshakes? I know the perfect place," I ask.
"Whatever you want Aly," Dimitri replies.
Pretty soon, we are at the old ice cream parlor. I haven't been here in ages and its still open. Dimitri, Damien, and I get out of the car. We walk inside and sit down in a booth. The lady hands us all milkshakes. I smile.
"Wow, this is delicious," Damien says out loud and starts gobbling up the drink.
"Stop, or you'll get a..." I say.
"Brain Freeze," Damien exclaims holding his head.
"That's what you get for being a moron," Dimitri tells him.
"What?" Damien says. I try not to laugh over their petty argument. That's we the door opened and I saw the girl I came here to see.
"Riza!" I call. She looks over at me and waves. But, there was someone with her. A cute boy too, but not as cute as my Dimitri.
"Is that her soul mate, boyfriend, boy-toy, or what?" Damien asks. Dimitri sighs and I put my head in my hands. How much of a moron can this idiot be?
~Pic of Damien on the side
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