"Ahh, man!" Dahven shouted angrily. She was watching the Grammies on the TV in her hotel room and Hanson hadn't won any of the awards.
"This is sooo crappy." She said staring at the screen, knowing Randy would be on waiting to complain about it too.
"Those judges are all Nazi's." She muttered darkly. Her luck wasn't with her; Randy wasn't on.
"Hmm, I wonder why she isn't." Dahven said out loud before Randy's screen name popped up, making her laugh.
Dizzygrl16: Did you watch?
DivaSpice: :::angrily::: Yea!
DivaSpice: Those assholes, Hanson deserved all 3 and more
Dizzygrl16: I know
DivaSpice: But did they get any??
DivaSpice: No! Do you know why????
Dizzygrl16: y???
DivaSpice: Because they're against kick ass music
DivaSpice: Not the 'I hate my life and wanna die' crap
Dizzygrl16: Jeez girl calm down a little would ya
Dizzygrl16: It's not my fault
Dizzygrl16: I would've had them win all that they could
Dizzygrl16: Hell I would've had the whole thing dedicated to them
DivaSpice: *lol* Sorry, just a little peeved
Dizzygrl16: Ya think?!
DivaSpice: *L*
DivaSpice: Did you watch all of it
Dizzygrl16: Yeppers
Dizzygrl16: I was totally peeved
DivaSpice: Yeah, it wasn't fair
Dizzygrl16: I know, I wonder how they feel
DivaSpice: You're the one in NY
DivaSpice: Go find out!
Dizzygrl16: Yeah ::::nodding::: like their room is next to mine
DivaSpice: That would be cool, wouldn't it?
Dizzygrl16: It would, but hey I've gotta go
Dizzygrl16: My friends are back and we need to talk
DivaSpice: I need to sleep anyway
Dizzygrl16: :::waving::: Buh bye
DivaSpice: :::waving::: I'll talk to ya later
Dizzygrl16: I should be at your house tomorrow
DivaSpice: :::jumping up and down::: YES!!
Dizzygrl16: I'll see you tomorrow
Dizzygrl16: Bye
DivaSpice: bye bye
Dahven signed off and started to pace around her room a bit. The after parties would be over soon and so they should be home. Hmm, I wonder if I can do something for them?
She thought for a moment before she called downstairs to room service. I hope this works. She mumbled to herself.
A knock on one of the doors woke everyone from their sleep. Dahven was slowly sitting up when her eyes snapped open. Oops, the surprise!
Mr. Hanson opened the door and trays and trays of food were wheeled into the room. Everyone stared at them with wide eyes and open mouths.
"This must be a mistake." Mrs. Hanson said looking at all the food.
Zac went to pick up a grape, and Mrs. Hanson slapped at his hand. "Zachary!" She hissed reprovingly.
Zac pulled his hand back and rubbed it, then looked up at his mother grinning.
"It's okay, Miz Hanson. I ordered all of this. It's breakfast." Dahven said smiling brightly.
Mrs. Hanson smiled at her. "Really?" She asked eyeing her. "You're not saying this just to have breakfast are you?"
Dahven laughed. "No, Miz. Hanson. I ordered it last night. I thought it'd be cool for us to have breakfast before we split up again."
"I like that idea." Zac said eyeing the food greedily.
"Yeah?" Dahven said smiling at him.
"Well, come on everyone. Charm ordered us this wonderful breakfast. Let's eat it not watch it." Mr. Hanson said as he started to pull lids of trays and having the aroma fill the room.
"I agree with Dad." Zac said lunging for the food.
Dahven laughed as she pulled a seat up near the trays and next to Isaac. She smiled at him when he bumped his knee into hers.
A few hours later Dahven was wishing their breakfast were still going on.
"I'll see y'all in Tulsa. If not I'll come see you again. I'd go around the world for you." She said as she hugged everyone that was standing in line. She stopped and looked at Isaac. "I'll miss you." She said softly.
He pulled her closer to him and wrapped her tightly in his arms. "I'll miss you too." He murmured in her ear.
Dahven kissed him lightly. She pulled back and rubbed her finger lightly over his lips. "I'll see you later." She whispered before she walked out of the hotel.
She knew Isaac and the rest of the family would have come if they didn't have any prior appointments. She sighed as she was finally able to sit down on the plane a half-hour later.
"So I get to meet Randy now. Hmm, has potential." She said smiling, as she looked at a picture of Taylor in a Teen magazine.
"La, la, la, la, la." Dahven sang to herself as she looked out her window. She knew the plane was landing soon so she buckled up before the stupid light came on. Hmm, I wonder what it's gonna be like. She said to her self as she continued to look out her window.
Okay, c'mon people. It's not that hard to get off the plane. You put one foot in front of the other. Yes, that's it. Now get off the freakin' plane already! She screamed to herself as she was slowly getting off the plane. That's it, I've had it. She said before she just started pushing people out of her way.
Okay, now where is she? She said to herself as she came to the main part of the airport. Fine, I'm in Pennsylvania for my first time, and I'm gonna be stranded here it looks like. Why does this seem so wrong to me? She questioned herself as she quickly scanned the crowd again.
Oh, well. Looks like I get to get my luggage first. She said as she slung her maroon backpack over her shoulder, and walked over to baggage claim. Hmm, why do they call it baggage claim and not luggage claim?
Yeah, it's a bag, I know that. But it's still luggage. She heard someone clear their throat behind.
Ignoring it, she continued to watch for her luggage. La, la, la, la, la. She sang to herself again. Must be my new favorite song. She thought as she continued her watch for her luggage.
The little thing went around ten times and she didn't see her luggage anywhere. "If they lost my luggage I'm gonna freak and hurt somebody." She mumbled as she continued to watch for her luggage. Then she spied it and laughed.
"All right it's a freakin' bag." She conceded as she grabbed her other two backpacks. One was green and the other was blue.
The guys had each given her a backpack for her birthday because she was always complaining on how she never had one because she never went to public school so she never really had a reason to have one.
Again someone cleared her throat behind her. Dahven turned around annoyed by how they kept clearing their throat. "Man, get a cough drop or something." She said as her forehead creased into a frown.
"Are you Charm?" The girl asked.
Dahven eyed this girl. "Yeah." She said slowly. "Why?"
The girl laughed and held her hand out to her. "I'm Randy."
Dahven just stared at her hand.
"What?" Randy asked looking at her hand too. "I washed it." She said smiling.
"Well, it's just that we've been talking for over a month and you just wanna shake hands." Dahven said as she shook Randy's hand.
Randy laughed before pulling her into a hug.
"Good, now that you are here, can we go?" Dahven whined after she was released.
Randy smiled and grabbed the blue and green backpacks from Dahven. "I like your bags."
Dahven laughed. "Me too. My best guy friends from Tulsa gave 'em to me. I've never had any before so they thought that I should." She said shrugging. "I guess they just wanted to stop me from complaining."
"Maybe." Randy said laughing.
"Okay, sing for me now." Dahven said as they started to walk down the middle of the airport.
Randy stopped laughing and stopped walking. "Are you serious?" She asked looking nervously at the herd of people around her.
Dahven nodded. "If you don't, I'll start to freak and it'll draw more attention to ya." She warned smiling.
"Okay, okay." Randy said as they started walking again.
"I meant for you to sing out loud." Dahven said when Randy kept silent.
Then she started singing. "You have so many relationships in this life. Only one or two will last. You go through all the pain and strife and you turn your back and they’re gone so fast. Yeah, yeah. Oh, so hold on to the one who really care 'cause in the end they'll be the only ones there. When you get old and start losing your hair, can you tell me who will still care. Can you tell me who will still care, oh care. Mmmbop ba duba dop badu bop duba dop badu bop ba duba dop badu yeah, yeah." She finished.
Dahven smiled and clapped her hands. "Very good." She said as they stepped outside. "Now what are we doing?" She asked looking around.
"Now we wait for my mom to drive up in her car." Randy said as she looked around also.
"Is it going to be a while?" Dahven asked.
"Probably." Randy replied.
"Okie doke." Dahven said as she sat down on the curb.
Randy laughed and sat down next to her. "So who's your three best guy friends in Tulsa? Are they cute?" She asked looking at Dahven.
Dahven gulped the sudden lump in her throat down. "Umm, just a few friends. That's all." She said shrugging. That happened to be at the Grammy's last night and nominated for three awards. She added on viciously to herself.
"Oh, okay. Cool." Randy said as she stared up at the sky.
"Yeah, cool." Dahven mumbled.
"There she is." Randy said standing up and brushing off her jeans.
Dahven stood up also. "Cool." She said as they waited for Randy's mom to pull up.
"Umm, I must warn you about my mom, Charm." Randy said as she placed a hand on Dahven's arm. "She knows you're from Tulsa so..." She trailed off.
The truth dawned ugly. "She thinks I'm a hick, doesn't she?" Dahven whined.
"Yes, she does." Randy said blushing as her mom pulled up.
"So you are the famous Charm Christian from Tulsa." Randy's mom said as Dahven slid into the backseat next Randy.
"Yes, ma'am." Dahven said in a thick southern drawl.
Randy started laughing, but Dahven just smiled as Mrs. Davis looked at both of them.
Shaking her head, Dahven cleared her throat. "Yes, I am, Miz Davis." She replied in her normal voice. Which had no trace of any southern accent at all.
Mrs. Davis smiled. "Okay, I understand that you aren't a hillbilly."
"Or a hick?" Dahven questioned.
"Or a hick." Mrs. Davis answered as she started driving.
"Good. Thank you." Dahven said a she started making faces at Randy. "Because I've had indoor plumbing all my life and have never eat raccoon before.
Randy started making faces at her too.
