| Chapter Seven |
| Teresa: I had been in England for a few weeks now I was actually allowing myself to have fun. I couldn't believe how nice everyone was. Work was much more enjoyable here. Everyone treated me with respect and I didn't have Jimmy breathing down my neck all the time. Not to mention, the lads were a blast to work for. I thought that my first day here they were just being nice and welcoming me but now I went places with them quite often. Whitney was great too, we had so much fun together. It was so nice to have a group of friends. Whitney: Everyone was wrapping up for the day, almost time to go! We got to leave early today, it was a bit after noon. I walked over to Teresa who had a goofy smile plastered on her face. I couldn't help but snicker, "What are you smiling about?" I tried to see what she was looking at, but I saw nothing. I waved my hand in front of her face "Hellooo" "Oh! Yeah?" she said, snapping out of it. "Whatcha thinkin about?" "About how much I like it here" I just laughed. This girl had her weird moments. Scott came bouncing over, shortly followed by the others. "We get off early! Yay!" Scott said, still jumping about. "You have plans or something?" Sean asked Scott. "Well no..." he replied. "Then what the hell are you jumpin around for?" J laughed. "Does anyone have plans?" Sean asked. Everyone just shook their heads. "Great, we finally get off early and we've got nothing to do" Ritchie pouted. "Hey, do you guys want to hang out at my flat, since it's closest? It's kinda small..." I looked around, everyone was considering it. "I've got a playstation" Teresa added. "Alright! I'm in" Abs said happily. The rest agreed. I clapped my hands together, "Good! we'll all finally see where you live! Only Abs knows what it looks like" and then we headed out. Teresa: When I saw everyone's faces as we pulled up, I almost felt ashamed. I had gotten used to this horrible site but I realized it had to be a shock to the popstars. I acted like I didn't see their faces and lead them to my door. As soon as I opened it there was a mad rush to the playstation. Whitney walked in and jumped around excitedly, "Where's you're room? Where's your room?!?" I laughed and pointed to a door, "Over there, why?" My question was ignored and she burst through thr door. By the time I got there she was exploring my closet. "Are you in dire need of an outfit change?" I asked sarcastically. "Because you know, that top is so five minutes ago" I added in a ditzy voice. She pulled out a sparkly halter top and some leather pants "You liar!" she accused. I raised my eyebrows, "Excuse me?" She threw the clothes on my bed, "When we first met, you said you didn't have any clubbing clothes" she pointed with great enthusiam to my closet, "You have loads of them! You have enough to rival my collection!" I shrugged, "Gimmie a break. I was depressed and you were incredibly perky." She laughed, "Does this mean you lied about not being able to dance too?" I shook my head, "Oh no no no. Trust me, before Scott taught me, I could barely waltz" She rubbed her chin and sat down on the bed, trying to look like she was in deep thought, "Nothing to do with Scott, eh?" I rolled my eyes "Slow down Sherlock, no jumping to conclusions" I said as sat next to her. "Interesting..." she said, nodding. "What? What's interesting?" "That you get all defensive when I mention Scott" she snickered. I picked up a pillow and smacked her in the face. She picked one up and smacked me back. "I believe the subject in question has gone mad!" she stated through giggles. Whitney: Teresa and I were still smashing eachother with pillows when the phone by her bed rang. "Stop....stop..the phone Whit!" Teresa laughed breathlessly. I obeyed and set my pillow down. She picked up the phone, "Hello?....What do you want?....just get to the point......What? Are you kidding me?" I was getting a bit worried as Teresa's tone went from irritated to upset. "No, you can't. I belong here....Please..hello? hello?" she slammed down the phone and sunk to the floor. "Teresa what the hell was that all about?" She stared into space, as if she was in shock. "I don't wanna go back" she mumbled as if she was talking to herself more then me. "Back? Was that Chris? Does he need you back at the studio?" She shook her head. "Back where?" She swallowed, "America" Chapter Eight... |