Sorry it's been so long my lovelies, I've been busy with school work but here you go. Pretty uneventful chapter but more of a filler.
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I didn't end up having to pay for my lost room key, I guess someone found it and turned it into the front desk. The young blond boy was working at the desk at the one of my check out and when I asked who it was... He only said that if I had retraced my steps a little better then I would've found it. What he meant by that I have no idea.
Surprisingly the guys weren't as bad in Paris as I would've thought them to be, in fact I believe that they only "tied the knot" with one or two girls each the entire week. Considering its the city of love I would've thought that they would've gone for more? It was very annoying though to listen to Sam and Tyler go on and on about their crazy experiences in the past with girls, I looked at Ruth for help but she had her headphones in.
"good idea" i whispered to myself, as I pulled out my iPod. Turning the volume as loud as I could without blowing my headphones out, I slipped them into my ears and turned on one of my favorite songs "Blood on my hands" by The Used.
"there's blood on my hands like the blood in youuuu" I sang in my head.
After going through my entire music set list of The Used and That Sunday Feeling I decided it should be safe to turn off my music. I didn't take my headphones out i just turned off my iPod, to avoid joining in any conversation because I was just too tired and irritable.
I could faintly hear their conversation now, it seemed as though they had moved on but I wasn't really sure what thy were talking about. Ruth's high pitched voice broke through my daze though when she half yelled/whispered "OhMyGodOhMyGod guys!Shhh have you noticed how weird D has been acting lately? I think there's something she isn't telling us... Like a boy!" wew if that's all she thinks I'm not telling her then I've done pretty well. "I mean did you see the clothes she was wearing when we showed up, I don't really think those were her sleeping clothes... I think she was with someone. I'm going I figure all this out."
I chanced a glance over at them still pretending to rock out, "I know she's nice and seems like a good girl and all but this is gonna bother me as to why she hasn't told me anything" I felt a little bad I mean I've never really had a girlfriend to tell secrets to and act all girly about things.. Maybe I should tell her? Not right now though. I think Nick and Jonathan knew i wasn't listening to music anymore by the look on they faces. "oh look we're here!" Nick shouted out loudly enough I think so I could hear if I was listening to music still, well played well played.
After arriving at the docs and doing our farewells as the ship left, I was kind of glad to leave Paris in a way. Time to take on a new adventure somewheres else, plus the fact that Paps kept trying to get pictures of me and Skylar the entire time, I hope they didn't get any of him carrying me sleeping or leading me blindfolded who knows what kind of stuff they'll make up about me. I shivered at the thought.
"cold?" Jonathan asked me politely.
"oh no its alright i just got a weird feeling all of a sudden?"
"you sure? You could have my jacket if you want?" he looked at me sheepishly.
I rolled my eyes at Ruth, " no thank you I'm going to head down to my room anyhow, see you later?"
"sure"
I headed below deck with Ruth trailing shortly after, "don't you ever get tired of their flirting and their dirtyness or things like that?"
"not really you get used to it. It might be because they've stopped doing it seriously with me now? It's all just jokes and playing around now"
"how could you possibly get used to that?"
"because I've been around them since we were about six graders? We just stayed friends because I haven't slept with any of them nor will I and I can take a joke unlike most girls."
Well that explains why they are friends, makes sense after thinking about it, I nodded in approval.
"maybe it'll just take some Time to get used to? Oh well. So do you know our next destination?" i asked, smoothly changing the subject.
"well we just left France so either Spain or portragaul."
"interesting do you know what the wether is going to be there?"
"all i know is that it's almost always hot!" she threw her hands up while saying hot to state she was excited about the nice weather I suppose.
I plopped on the bed and sighed heavily. I hadn't been getting much sleep lately, the nightmares had been retuning. I hope they will go away again soon, I'm not sure If I can handle all the lack of sleep again.Ruth was rummaging through her suitcase saying something about not having the perfect swimming suit even though she had one in every color of the rainbow and every design you could ever imagine, when I started drifting off to sleep.
The next week that we spent off the docks of Portugal, I spent in bed, I may have caught something
Paris and what ever it was made me feel like there was a dragon in my stomach... It's claws digging onto my belly and breathing fire making me want to vomit. every now and then I would wake up with a bowl of soup next to my bed, I thought that one of my friends must have told them I was sick and so the kitchen staff was nice enough to bring me something
The very last morning of being at the docks, I was starting to feel like my old self again, I had to be considering the boys were coming back today... And Ruth, with all their chaos I had to be feeling better. when I heard my door open I was still slightly asleep but I was awake enough to he's the bevy footsteps across the carpet and the clinking of silverware against a bowl; whoever had been bringing me my soup was back. I decided to play it cool, I pretended I was still asleep but decided to steel a peek from one of my eyes. Who I saw I was not expecting, I gasped and sat up. "You!" I yelled sending them almost tumbling backwards.
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