*Blue Cheeze* Chantelle - Just Wanted to Tell You

Chapter 1
'It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to
do'
Jerome K. Jerome (English writer), 1886

'Jen, you awake?', Simon murmured, snuggled up against the brunette who
lay asleep next to him.
'Mmm', Jenna mumbled, opening her eyes sleepily.
'You know that we've been seeing each other for a while now', Simon said,
softly stroking Jenna's cheek with his thumb.
'Mmm', Jenna said, gazing into the familiar velvety eyes, a smile playing at
the corners of her mouth.
'Well', Simon replied, pausing, 'I just wanted to tell you that�just wanted
to make sure that you know that I�'
'Yes?' Jenna broke in eagerly, 'you what?'
'Beep!' said Simon happily.
'You beep?' Jenna asked, rather confused.
'Beep!' replied Simon impatiently, 'Beep BEEP!!'
'Errrr!', Jenna groaned, rolling over to switch off her frantically beeping
alarm clock.
'Morning sweet pea!', Jenna's cheery flatmate Bree chirped, as she popped
her head around the bedroom door, 'D'ya have a good sleep?'
A muffled No was heard as Jenna retreated back under her blue and yellow
bedcovers.
'A bit of music'll cheer you up!' smiled Bree, turning on the stereo with one
hand while pulling the blankets off Jenna with the other.
As 'Fly by' blared out of the speakers, Jenna was treated to an impromptu
Bree performance complete with dance moves and rather out of key singing.
'System up with the top down!' Bree sang cheerfully, bopping around
Jenna's room.
Dodging the piles of clothes and books on the floor however proved to be
too difficult a task, as Bree ended up ungainly sprawled on the floor, a red
sock neatly sitting on top of her blonde head.
Jenna burst out laughing, 'More like- System down with the sock up!' she
giggled.
'Oh ha ha!' Bree retorted, 'very funny! but it cheered you up didn't it?' she
added grinning, as she picked herself up off the floor and removing the
sock, stumbled out the door.
'You'd better get up though' advised Bree in a loud voice from the vicinity
of the kitchen, 'You've got your last psychology exam today and you've got
to pick up your plane tickets'
'Like I'd forget THAT!' Jenna replied, grinning from ear to ear, 'I can't
believe I'm going to England!'
'It won't be all fun and games you know' Bree added with mock sternness,
'you have to get a job remember?'
'Yes sir!' Jenna grinned.
'Don't you give me any of that cheek young lady!' Bree joked, 'Now I'm
off to Bryn's, good luck with your exam!'
'Give that hunk of a boyfriend of yours a smooch from me' Jenna added,
giggling as Bree blew a raspberry in response on her way out the door.
Smoothing her tousled brown hair, Jenna pulled herself out of bed and
headed for the shower. After half an hour and numerous litres of hot water
she emerged in a cloud of fragrant steam. Complaining to herself about the
crime that was exams on a Saturday as she pulled on her clothes, Jenna
caught a glimpse of her alarm clock.
'Omigosh!, I'm going to be late!'
Grabbing her wallet and pencil case and an apple from the fridge, Jenna
rushed out of the apartment

Chapter 2
'From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.'
Hilaire Belloc (British Poet), 1910

3 hours and 37 minutes later, Jenna emerged from the exam room.
'That wasn't so bad' she thought ' and at least it was my last one, now I can
go home and listen to my CDs without having to worry about study!'
A loud 'JENNA!!' from behind, interrupted her reverie.
She turned to see her best friend Gwen waving madly.
'Hey, how do you think you went?' Gwen asked as she caught up.
'Actually OK I think' Jenna said, relieved, 'you?'
'Yeah OK too' Gwen replied with a wide grin, 'now we can go and get our
tickets!'

'Here you go girls, enjoy your trip' the travel agent said as she handed them
the tickets, smiling politely as Gwen proceeded to scream and jump up and
down.
Jenna reddened slightly as she steered the excited blonde form the room.
'Gwen, calm down!' she whispered, unable to keep in a giggle at the rather
shocked faces of passers by.
'But we're going to England!' Gwen said wondrously, opening her green
eyes wide, 'We could even meet Blue!'
Jenna chuckled, 'I know England is a lot smaller than Australia Gwennie,
but I still don't think we're going to run into them down at the local Tesco!'
'You never know' replied Gwen huffily, 'Lee might get a sudden craving
for�I dunno�garlic bread!'
'And I suppose your eyes would meet in the garlic bread aisle and he'd ask
you home to share it with him?' Jenna teased.
'Off course!' dreamed Gwen, her eyes shining, 'And after we've eaten at a
beautiful candlelit table, he'll lean forward and kiss me!' she finished
triumphantly.
'Oh I wouldn't advise that! Jenna shook her head seriously.
'Why not' said Gwen anxiously, 'no kissing on a first date?'
'No, not that' Jenna continued, trying to hold back a smile, 'no kissing after
garlic bread. I mean, Lee may be gorgeous and all but I wouldn't get within
a metre of that mouth of his after eating all that garlic bread, eww, even
popstars have garlic breath!'
'Oi!' Gwen responded indignantly, 'don't you bad mouth my Lee!'
'Me? Bad mouth?' said Jenna innocently, 'You two would be the ones with
bad mouths after all that garlic'
Silently the two girls looked at each other before bursting into hysterics.
This time neither of the noticed the strange looks of the passers-by as they
collapsed onto the nearest bench, unable to stop giggling.

The four young members of Blue, stood in their manager's office. 4 pairs of
wide open eyes, 2 brown , 1 blue and 1 blue-green, stared and waited.
'Well lads� If You Come Back has gone into the charts at number�..1'
The boys' faces spread into wide grins as they hugged each other and
laughed excitedly.

Chapter 3
'For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's
sake. The great affair is to move.'
Robert Louis Stevenson (Scottish Novelist), 1879

Jenna fiddled nervously with her earings as she watched the yellow writing
on the departures board clicking over.
'Only 3 planes to go and we're boarding', she though anxiously.
A loud clicking on the floor behind her announced the arrival of Gwen, who
impractical to the last degree had insisted on wearing a miniskirt and her
favourite pair of pink stilettos. Gwen, arms occupied with mountains of
food, and a mouth full of salt and vinegar chips, mumbled ' 'ant some
'ood?', showering a less than impressed Jenna with bits of potato crisp.
' 'orry', she apologised sheepishly, swallowing her mouthful, 'have some
chocolate!'
'Only 2 planes to go now' replied Jenna, taking a bite of the offered
chocolate bar.
Silence ensued for 5 seconds as Gwen made sure she had swalled the
contents of her mouth before uttering an excited squeal
'Omigosh! I can't believe it! ' she managed to squeak, 'We're practically in
England already!'
Jenna straightened her ponytail as she eyed her excited blonde friend.
'Gwen, it's an 20 hour flight!'
'I know' Gwen replied, popping the last crisp into her mouth with a crunch
and brushing the crumbs from her bare midriff, 'but we're gonna have so
much fun!'
Jenna opened her mouth to enlighten Gwen on the trails and tribulations of
economy class seating when her friend let out a loud squeal, sending Jenna a
few feet into the air with fright.
' We're boarding', Gwen explained excitedly, grabbing their cabin bags
with one hand and Jenna with the other, 'let's go!'

17 hours later�
'Oh man am I bored', Gwen announced, returning from a trip to the
bathroom. Gingerly she edged past the 3 occupied seats, now cursing her
decision to wear a practically non-existent skirt. Finally she reached her seat
but not before landing in the lap of seat 4d which contained a now rather
embarrassed but pleased looking teenage boy. Gwen apologised with a grin
and settled into her seat.
'Not long to go' offered Jenna helpfully, as she flicked a stray strand of
brown hair from her face, 'let's watch the video channel for a while'
Adjusting their headphones and switching on their seat back televisions, the
girls were met with the sound (and sight) of a familiar honeyed voice.
Gwen gave a little squeal. ' It's my Lee' she cooed, gazing at the handsome
18 year old on the TV screen, 'Isn't he beautiful?'
With If You Come Back playing through the headphones and the girls
arguing the various merits of each of the lads, the plane neared London
where dawn was slowly breaking.

Kilometres below, a pair of liquid brown eyes opened sleepily. Looking out
of his open-curtained bedroom window, Simon caught sight of a plane in
the distant grey sky. Wondering why he had woken up at such an early hour
he turned over and pulling the covers up around his smooth bare shoulders,
he went back to sleep.

Chapter 4
'Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with
anything.'
Evelyn Waugh (English Novelist), 1962

'Oooof!' exclaimed Jenna as she dragged her suitcase off the luggage
conveyer and heaved it onto the trolley, 'Gwen, have you found yours y�'
Jenna turned around and found that she was now facing a complete stranger
who looked rather amused.
'Ooh sorry' she muttered, quickly reddening.
Looking around, she spotted Gwen on the other side of the baggage
conveyer belt, batting her eyelashes at a young man who seemed only too
pleased to help with the luggage. Jenna grinned dryly, sometimes she was
jealous of Gwen's ability to charm members of the opposite sex. One pout
of that pretty mouth and the boys lined up to do her bidding.
'Oh well' she sighed resignedly, that was the way it was, you couldn't hold
it against her, not when Gwen was as nice as she was.
'Besides' Jenna reasoned to herself, 'it gives me time to study, not having to
think about men'
She grinned widely as Gwen fought her way back through the crowd of
travellers speaking loudly
'Let us go, my friend' Gwen cried importantly in a fake booming voice,
'Out into the wild blue yonder'
'Wild grey yonder actually' quipped Jenna, chuckling, 'the weather forecast
predicted a top of 4 degrees!'

'This must be it' announced Jenna as the two girls paid the taxi driver and
removed their luggage from the car. They gazed up at the cute two-storey
house, nestled in a street of identical, picture book houses. With baby blue
trimmings and a well kept garden full of blooming flowers, the house truly
did look like it belonged in a fairy tale.
'You must be Gwen and you must be Jenna' a red haired women opened the
door and greeted them warmly in a soft Irish accent, 'I'm Mairead, come on
in and I'll show you where you'll be staying for the next year'
After a quick tour of the house, the girls were pressed with mugs of hot
chocolate and warm muffins as Mairead chatted while she finished getting
ready for work. The small rounded Irish woman was apparently studying
law at university part time and rented out the extra rooms in her house to
help pay her tuition fees, as well as working part time as a law secretary.
Her husband worked at a small bank in London.
Privately, Jenna thought that Mairead looked too nice to be a lawyer, with
her wavy red hair, soft voice, and rounded figure, she looked like one of
those mothers that opens the front door wearing a checkered apron and plies
you with cake and biscuits.
Having never had children, the travelling teenagers that passed through
Mairead's house served as substitutes to be petted and spoilt.
Gwen looked quite happy to be spoilt, accepting another muffin with glee.
'Now, I'll be back around 6' Mairead smiled, 'You two make yourselves at
home, treat it as if it were your own. There's food in the fridge and I'm sure
you'll find your way around the house easy enough. The key's under the
mat if you want to go out, I'll see you when I get back.'
'Bye!' the girls called out in unison as they sipped their steaming hot
chocolates.
Jenna looked at Gwen.
'I reckon today is definitely a 'lay-about-in-pj's-and-watch-tv-day'' Gwen
said happily, full of muffin and hot chocolate.
'Absolutely!' Jenna agreed, nodding her head energetically and almost
spilling her drink.

By 2:13 pm however, Gwen and Jenna were dead on their feet (or off their
feet seeing as they were curled up on the couch)
'That's it' decided Jenna, 'when the actors of a midday movie start to
appear to have 2 heads, it's time for bed eh Gwen?'
Jenna looked over at her friend who awoke with a snort.
'Wassamatter?' Gwen replied sleepily, 'who's got 2 heads?'

Within 20 minutes, both were tucked up in bed in each of their fairy tale
rooms. With Gwen snoring contentedly in the next bedroom, Jenna looked
out the window with half closed eyes at the soft rain that was falling from
the misty grey sky. She smiled to herself, wondering what the year ahead
would bring as she fell asleep in the soft warm bed, cosied away from the
cold outside.

In a small studio not far across town, 4 people were listening attentively to a
newly recorded track
'That sounds wicked, man' Simon grinned at the music engineer.
'Yep, wicked!' chorused Lee, Duncan and Antony, also grinning widely.
'Ok lads, 20 minute break for lunch then back to work' Daniel, the boys'
manager advised sternly, poking his head around the studio door,' we've got
a lot to get through today'
The boys trudged through to the lounge where there was a large coffee table
piled with fruit and sandwiches.
'What does he mean 'we'' complained Lee good naturedly, his green eyes
sparkling, 'It's us that have to do all the work, innit?'
'I heard that!' Daniel's head poked around the door again, eyes twinkling
with humour, 'now get to it!'
'Haha' Ant chuckled, teasing Lee who looked slightly embarrassed, 'you
got told off'
'Oh Antony, you are such a child' admonished Simon, after popping a small
plum from the fruit bowl into his mouth and speaking, in an attempt to
sound toffee nosed.
Duncan burst out laughing, and clutching his sides, collapsed onto a sofa.
'What?' asked Simon, looking rather miffed, 'I though I sounded authentic!'
'You were mate, you were' replied Lee sympathetically, patting his friend
on the back.
'Yeah' added Ant mischeviously, 'When it comes to imitating someone
with a mouthful of fruit, you're the best, man'.
Even Simon chuckled as Duncan, laughing infectiously and unable to
control his mirth, fell off the sofa and landed on the floor, still giggling