Aristeaus and Odella #2.1

"Wake up sleepy head!", Wanda cooed

George looked up only to see her face over his, she was wearing silk lingerie, BLACK silk lingerie.

"oh my god...am I dreaming?", he said out loud.

"am I the girl of your dreams?", she said cutely.

Her lips were inches from his, he was breathing heavily.

"just kidding, I ordered breakfast and I was wondering if you wanted some", Wanda laughed pulling her chest from his.

"oh....", he said awkwardly, " I see.. yes I would, what is it?"

"A full Scottish Breakfast!", she said smiling bigger than George had every seen.

"that's interesting, but what is it?", said he, pushing aside the previous situation.

"toast, eggs, bacon, black pudding, haggis, baked beans, and fried tomato", she said, and then sighed from exhaustion after listing all those things.

George then looked around hoping to see this gigantic platter she spoke of.

After a moments confusion Wanda replied to his silent question,"it isn't here yet".

Then later on after the consumption of the feast, and the regurgitation of black pudding:

They both got dressed(to the dismay of George), brushed and bathed, checked out of the hotel and headed to find "those two weirdos" as George called them.

"I have been meaning to ask you, where do you live?", asked George recalling having to stay at her mother's house and at a hotel.

"Honestly I don't have one, but I have been staying with Aristeaus and Odella for almost a year so it has become my home", she said smiling again

George's heart sunk, where would he stay?

she read the look on his face and quickly said,"Oh, it's fine with them you can stay with us".

NO!, he thought, but he said, "that would be O.K.?

"defiantly, they love more company you can stay the whole summer if you would like", she cheerily replied.

The rest of the ride was more silent, because George was concentrating on how he could get himself out of the situation without offending Wanda, and Wanda was sleeping again.

Finally they arrived to their destination, Wanda awoke to a boat load of nervous questions.
Where are we going to find these people? Are the expecting us? Do you think I am dressed too formally? What are they like? Nice? Funny? ARRG! WHAT DO I SAY?!?!?!!!!
And to every question she replied, "you'll find out".
They pulled into a dark alleyway, all of the houses looked the same.
"um actually...I don't remember which house they live in", Wanda said looking down at her feet nervously.
George sighed and put his head in his hands for what seemed like the millionth time.
"great, just perfect.", he said sarcastically.
"well I'm glad you think so, because I was afraid you would get mad at me", replied Wanda in an innocent tone (obviously ignoring the sarcasm in his voice).
Then George saw two figures walk out onto the street one very tall and one quite short.
Wanda was still silent and looking embarrassed.
The figures appeared to be drawing nearer, and he could see them more clearly.
The tall figure was a man in a black suit, his skin was extremely pale, and his hair was an orange rocker style mullet.
The man had a very melancholy look upon his face and was smoking.

The short figure was a woman wearing a bizarre costume, she had dark caramel colored skin, and on her head was a wild mess of burnt umber hair.
As George studied these people who were walking closer, Wanda was busy trying with all her might to remember where he friends lived.
George stuck his head out of the car window, the people were in hearing distance now, and the tall man looked at him and said something with the word "sexy" in it and laughed.
This puzzled George greatly, because now both of them were waving and shouting.
Wanda then looked up and shouted, "IT'S THEM!!!", she was smiling and jumping about like some sort of rabbit on cocaine.

She jumped out of the car and began yelling to them.

A few minutes later came introductions "This is George Blue", explained Wanda, "he is here visiting me from America"
"Enchanté monsieur", said the tall skinny guy smirking slightly, "My name is Robert Iver, but you can call me anything you like", he winked.
"Good to meet you", said the wild haired woman, "I'm Jennette Shrink, most people call me "Odella", and he is "Aristeaus".
"by the way George you can stay with us for as long as you'd like", she added with a sweet smile, the smile however contradicted the rest of her face such as her sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes.
"forever and ever and ever", said Ariseaus with a charming eyelash flutter.
"uh thanks?", replied George trying as hard as he could to flush the eyelash gesture out of his mind.

George B. Blue #1.0

"Beeee bluuuuueeeee, Beee bluuee."

"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.

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.