"Wanda, please stop", said George putting his head in his hands, but then quickly grabbed the steering wheel of the bright yellow mini van.
The car was roomy enough, but there were only two people inside.
It was 9:00 pm.
Wanda Helling, British actress and singer was extremely drunk, her long blond hair was falling out of what used to be a neat curly ponytail and she was proceeding in song.
"blue, blue, blue", she cooed into the ear of George Blue.
"I'm serious, stop.", George repeated.
"Its fine baby..I..think we're almost..therrre", she whispered into his ear, she looked up at him, her eyes were closed and her face was flushed.
"yes, we are", he said teeth clenched, as he pulled into a large parking lot.
"we're going in and you're going straight to bed, I can meet you're friends tomorrow", George said as he parked the van.
"okydoky", Wanda replied languidly and was already snoring peacefully by the time George opened her door.
Then he half dragged her into their hotel room, and lay her on one of the beds.
Ever since George had gotten to England he had been having the worst luck, examples: first no one had been at the airport so he waited four hours until he received a phone call(from Wanda) asking where he was and that she had been waiting for him at her mother house where they had agreed to meet...whoops. Then he got a cab and went to the address that she had told him over the phone only to find that he was missing one of his bags, but he left it because all it had in it was some stuff that Wanda had left at his house when she had come to visit. He finally met up with Wanda, they had lunch and then went sightseeing for a few hours, and also went of ferris wheel until his stomach began churning and he vomited all over himself. They spent the night at her mother's house. Then the next day she made him drive her to a party where he knew absolutely no one, hence her present state, shit-faced.
In present George was staring up at the white ceiling of the cheap hotel room listening to Wanda's deep breathing, and wondering what Wanda's "best friends" were like. She had been talking about them a lot when she came to visit him in the U.S.A. He had blurry images in his mind, but he just couldn't picture how these people looked or even more, what their personalities were. He had been telling Wanda that he was very excited to meet them...., but the deep dark truth was that George always had a stick up his ass and soap in his mouth, and he could not handle rowdy kid-like adults. And knowing Wanda that was exactly what they were going to be.
He finally fell asleep at 3 o'clock AM the next morning.
The car was roomy enough, but there were only two people inside.
It was 9:00 pm.
Wanda Helling, British actress and singer was extremely drunk, her long blond hair was falling out of what used to be a neat curly ponytail and she was proceeding in song.
"blue, blue, blue", she cooed into the ear of George Blue.
"I'm serious, stop.", George repeated.
"Its fine baby..I..think we're almost..therrre", she whispered into his ear, she looked up at him, her eyes were closed and her face was flushed.
"yes, we are", he said teeth clenched, as he pulled into a large parking lot.
"we're going in and you're going straight to bed, I can meet you're friends tomorrow", George said as he parked the van.
"okydoky", Wanda replied languidly and was already snoring peacefully by the time George opened her door.
Then he half dragged her into their hotel room, and lay her on one of the beds.
Ever since George had gotten to England he had been having the worst luck, examples: first no one had been at the airport so he waited four hours until he received a phone call(from Wanda) asking where he was and that she had been waiting for him at her mother house where they had agreed to meet...whoops. Then he got a cab and went to the address that she had told him over the phone only to find that he was missing one of his bags, but he left it because all it had in it was some stuff that Wanda had left at his house when she had come to visit. He finally met up with Wanda, they had lunch and then went sightseeing for a few hours, and also went of ferris wheel until his stomach began churning and he vomited all over himself. They spent the night at her mother's house. Then the next day she made him drive her to a party where he knew absolutely no one, hence her present state, shit-faced.
In present George was staring up at the white ceiling of the cheap hotel room listening to Wanda's deep breathing, and wondering what Wanda's "best friends" were like. She had been talking about them a lot when she came to visit him in the U.S.A. He had blurry images in his mind, but he just couldn't picture how these people looked or even more, what their personalities were. He had been telling Wanda that he was very excited to meet them...., but the deep dark truth was that George always had a stick up his ass and soap in his mouth, and he could not handle rowdy kid-like adults. And knowing Wanda that was exactly what they were going to be.
He finally fell asleep at 3 o'clock AM the next morning.
What on earth have I got myself into?, he thought over in his sleep.
Lets just say that that was a perfect question for him to ask.
God, my friend is a freaking genius! I can't wait to read more! This is awesome!
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