DUNCAN'S POV:
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at home like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then te can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He detto calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted da a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. da the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, mostrare me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven anno old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minuti of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the ragno I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minuti until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the Cibo court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical frullato, smoothie which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her fragola smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. te coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the tavolo and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted da a cough successivo to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan detto cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So te here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can te handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. te just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to te it seems."
He nodded, "That's good consigli ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, te too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, te know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he detto slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope te two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
I really don't know what I was getting into and why I was here. This was rediculous,Chris was rediculous. I looked around and saw person after person waiting to go into a pointless little room just to make a tape. Why didn't they do this at home like the rest of us? And plus, I didn't like the "lovey-dovey" looks all the girls gave me, which made me think A LOT about Courtney, and Gwenn even.
Harold looked at me, "Duncan, the way to positive thinking is to observe."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snorted in his face.
He gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. "Wrtie the good things on the paper and the bad things. Then te can find a way to use the good things as a pointed for the bad things," He detto calmly and strolled off to flirt with some red head with an overbite. I sighed then started to write:
What I don't like:
1. Too many people
2. WAYYY too long
3. Too many screaming girl fans...hmmm maybe that could be a good thing if Court and I don't work out...
4....
My thoughts were interrupted da a bump in my rib cage. I turned and saw a blonde, slim girl looking at me with green eyes. She had a box in her hand, I wondered what was in it. da the look on her face I knew that she knew me.
"Watch where you're going, skully!" She shot at me. For once I actually seemed surprised.
I did my best to mask my shock with "Make me, Sunshine." Sunshine? Did I just say SUNSHINE? She gave me an annoyed look then grinned, lifting the lid of the box.
"WANNA MEET BOB?" She threw at me, mostrare me what looked like a miniture tralantula. Dude, no girl I knew but Gwenn would touch a spider. EVER.
"DUDE what the-" I started to say but before I could she skipped off, giggling like a drugged seven anno old. I watched her skip off, my mouth dropped open. After a few minuti of self-silence, I grabbed my paper and wrote a new catagory; What I want to know:
1. About the blonde girl I just met.
JAMIE'S POV:
"What was THAT about?" Delilah questioned me as I skipped back to her side as she waited to go in.
"What was what?" I asked, trying not to act like anything happened.
"You were talking to Duncan," she said, raising her eyebrow.
"So? He bumped into me so I complained. And showed him the ragno I found in the camera room."
"You're phsyco Jam-Jam..."
I grinned as Delilah was up to go inside. She grinned and ran into the room. I waited five minuti until she was done. As soon as she was done we went to the Cibo court to get a smoothie.
"So how did it go?" I asked, sipping my tropical frullato, smoothie which made me want to leave this raining place of hell even more.
"Awesome!" She grinned, "Piece of cake! How about you?"
"You know, typical Jamie shinanigans," I snickered.
She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her fragola smoothie. "Well, I'm gonna use the bathroom. te coming?"
"Naw, I'll save our table."
She nodded and got up and left for the bathroom. I placed the box holding Bob on the tavolo and peaked inside. There were small gaps too small for him to escape but enough air for him to breath. My thoughts were interrupted da a cough successivo to me. Now what does he want?
"Hey Sunshine," Duncan detto cooly, smirking as I frowned. "We didn't fully meet before. I'm-"
"Duncan, I know," I mumbled, "I've seen the show."
He nodded, "So frist time auditioning?"
"We have a winner," I said, sarcastically yet equally as cool as Duncan's voice. He chuckled.
"It's not so bad. So te here with anybody?"
"My friend Delilah. We've been best friend's since we were two."
His eyebrow rose, "How can te handle a person for that long?"
I laughed, "Not that hard believe me. te just gotta find What interests them and go with it. no matter how uncommon to te it seems."
He nodded, "That's good consigli ummm...."
"Jamie," I said, looking at him.
"Jamie..." He repeated, "Nice to meet you."
"Yepp, te too," I replied. I heard a cough behind me. I turned and saw Delilah wearing her famous "What the hell is going on" face.
"Oh! Duncan, this is my best friend Delilah. Delilah, te know who this is," I said, trying to keep from going red.
"Hi!" Delilah grinned at Duncan, he nodded back.
"Hey," he said. "I should probably get back to the auditions," he detto slowly.
"Yea, nice meeting you."
"You too Sunshine, hope te two get in," he said, winking at me. I laughed as I watched him walk off. I, laughing, looked at Delilah and shrugged, "I did NOT see that coming!"
