My Celebrity Housemate

My Celebrity Housemate: Epilogue

Epilogue

It wasn't a long trip, let's say about thirty minutes. What, you thought I was talking about the trip to Hollywood? No, I was talking about the trip from my now sold house to the airport. Well, you can't blame me for wanting to say that, I never been to the airport for real before because I never thought I'd ever afford to board a plane and go overseas. Now I still can't afford any of that, but still, I'm actually going to the airport to board a plane, not just any plane, a private jet.

          Did I mention this is my first time boarding a plane?

          I winced when my eardrums came in contact with the high screeching sound created by the very popular Delaney. Apparently, it was also Delaney's first time boarding a plane, but no one is as excited as her, that's for sure.

          "A plane! Can you believe me actually sitting in it?" she had repeated for almost ten times in total, five times in the cab, and I couldn't be surer than I already am that the cab driver was feeling pretty jerky after we hopped off his car. Every time when Delaney made one of those exclaims, it always happens at the wrong time like when the driver's about to head to either right or left, she would shriek and the driver would be side-tracked, and he would jerk really hard due to the shock. Poor driver.

          "Oh biscuits, what's that?" Mr Monreaux pointed to a flying object outside the window.

          "Dad, that's a plane." Carolanne said.

          "A plane? Why is there a plane?"

          "We're in the airport." She twitched slightly.

          "We are?"

          Well, the thing about Mr Monreaux is that he is very blur, and very forgetful, and very, very blur. Yes, I said blur twice, he is that blur. However, ignoring the fact that he is blur, he's also much stronger than you think. He was actually the one who managed to carry all three bags at once, while the rest of us had to make several trips while doing it. Again, reality amazed me.

          "Dude, I just found out Megan Fox's address, for real!" Ryan shrilled like a girl while browsing through Alex's iPhone, or should I say, one of Alex's iPhone. "You had her address all along and you never told me?!"

          "It was for your own good Ryan, so give it a rest." Alex rolled his eyes. "And besides, even if I told you, you wouldn't have believed me."

          "Well yeah, unless you showed me this picture of you standing beside her in front of her house!" he said disbelievingly. "Why are you even at her house, anyway?"

          "I was just getting to know Shia LeBeouf, and they were actually in the middle of filming Transformers at that time, so we just decided to crash at Megan's place, no big deal."

          "It's a big deal to me!" said Ryan. "You better take me there once we touch down in Hollywood."

          "Oh please, what's so cool about Megan Fox?" Miranda made a face. "I mean yeah, she's hot and all, but I'm rooting for Kim Kardashian. Wait, actually I'm rooting for Chase Crawford."

          "Dude, like how did Chase Crawford get into the picture?" Ryan raised a brow.

          We made our way towards the boarding area, and we were immediately greeted by a man in an expensive looking tux, but then again, all tuxedos are expensive.

          "Alex." He began. "You're certain you won't be coming back to this town now right?"

          "Chill Michael, even if I do want to come back, you really don't have to worry that much." Said Alex as he gestures for some big guys to carry our bags.