Useless

I woke up next to my best friend Gabbie Martin snoring in my ear. We were on our way to Paris, France. A vacation dream we had been planning for since our 4th grade lives. And now, finally done with school and college, we were living that dream.

"Gabbie! Wake up! The plane landed." I say as we land with a big thud in the concrete road way. Gabbie perks iup and looks around. Her eyes crusty with sleep sand.

"Wh..where are we?" Gabbie asked groggily. I have her one of my 'you have got to be kidding me' looks and she smiled and said, "I know I know. We are in PARIS!!" She practically screamed and grabbed her carry on luggage in one hand and her fruity cocktail in the other. I didn't drink. I never have and I never will. Gabbie though, she isn't afraid to let loose. Which I love about her. We walks through the terminals and waited at the baggage claim.

"So what do you want to do first? See the streets of Paris?" She laughed and took a sip of her drink with the tiny draws the airlines provide.

"Um, maybe get to our hotel. I'm kind if tired." I know I was totally party pooping in Gabbie's little parade, but I knew she wouldn't mind. As long as our room had a tv, room service, and a comfy bed, Gabbie could never leave. Our luggage finally came around and I grabbed my blue and purple paisley Ver Bradley suitcases as Gabbie grabbed her Louis Vuitton bags. We walked out of the airport and flagged down a taxi. A girl with dark hair that fell lifelessly over her shoulder walked up to us. She wore tiny glasses and wore jeans that were too small. Her shirt was an iron on of a kitten playing with a brick of cheese. Kind if weird.

"This is my cab!" Her French accent was high and nasally. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles and she wore braces that had blue and white bands on them.

"No. We totally claimed this one first." I looked at Gabbie who had cleared her plastic cup of cocktail.

"Yea, we did have this one first. Sorry." Her voice mocking the girls French accent. We were from Manchester, England so of course, we had different views on voice types.

"Why don't we share? I am going to the Dry Wood Suites. What about you guys?" She snorted and pushed her glasses back up her nose.

"Um, we are going to the Embassy Suites. But I think your crummy motel is on the way to ours." Gabbie glared at the girl and I held in a laugh. The girl slid in carrying her Walmart purse and luggage.

"What's your name?" I looked in her deep purple eyes. What a pretty color.

"Oh! It's Rebecca! I have a brother and a sister and a goldfish too!" She smiled and then yawned and looked out the window. Rebecca acted more like a 9 year old girl then a 19 year old girl. If she even was 19 I don't know.

"How old are you?" It was awkward, but I was trying to make conversation.

"I am 18. Soon to be 19! What about you? And I didn't catch your name either." She then looked over at Gabbie who was fiddling with the tiny straw, uninterested in what Rebecca and I were talking about.

"I am 19, and my names Lauren. This is Gabbie and she is also 19. We are originally from Manchester, but came here in vacation." I flashed my pearly white teeth towards her.

"Oh! I just came from Manchester! What a lovely little town!" She suddenly turned to look out the widow as if she lost all interest in our conversation. Gabbie snickered and whispered, "What's her deal?" Laughing, I shrugged and rested my head in Gabbie's. We passed Rebecca'a motel because she wanted to see a 'fancy rich hotel', in her words. When the cab driver pulled up short to the entrance of the hotel, we thanked him and paid him his share.

"Wait! Give me your number! We should be texting buddies!" Rebecca pulled her phone out as Gabbie groaned. I smiled and wanted to groan too but have her my number, not wanting to be rude. Then she asked for Gabbie's and Gabbie have her number too.