� Laura & JapDragon77 2002

It was about 8:00 that night when Who Wants to be a Millionaire was over and John and I went up to my room to get dressed and go to dinner (I know it�s kinda late for eating dinner, but John and I are late eaters). I still couldn�t get the thought of somebody watching us kiss in the pool out of my head. Maybe I should talk to John about it. I thought as we walked down the stairs and went to the garage.

"What the heck? Three cars? Wait...there�s something fishy about this..." John said as he looked upon three cars; mine, his, and an electric gray BMW. I let out a huge *GULP* as I looked upon the shiny new BMW. Ulp...it�s now or never...

"John, I think somebody has been watching us..."

"Why, Rog?"

"Why else would this BMW be here? The only cars I saw when you came were mine and yours. Suddenly this car appears. There�s gotta be someone watching us right now."

"I don�t think anybody would be interested in watching us doing silly jumps off the diving board. Let�s just get this off our minds and let�s go."

"But the kissing..."

"Just forget about it, OK? You seemed to be enjoying it, anyway." John kissed me on the cheek and lightly pushed me into the seat on the driver�s side. A couple seconds later, he got in the car himself and we drove a couple blocks to the nearest diner that was still open.

Five minutes later, we got to our favorite diner, The London Cafe. It was practically packed to the rafters! We looked around for a nice front-row parking spot, but wound up in the worst spot possible--the "West 40", as I like to call it. The "West 40" was the closest section to the "employees only" area, and it usually was the most crowded because it was the closest to the front doors to the diner. We got to looking, and we noticed the electric gray BMW that was in my driveway earlier, and there were two familiar looking people inside it, though I couldn�t make out who they were. I decided against mentioning anything to John about it, as I knew what he would say. Just forget about it nya nya nya nya nya...

"Ohmigod! How are we gonna get into this place?" John gasped as he looked at the waiters and waitresses through the window. They were furiously running around, trying to serve all of the customers fairly quickly.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else. This place is gonna be closed by the time we even get to our table!" I said as we headed back to my nice, red Bentley (my car, if you didn�t know). We went to the other diner next door, which didn�t have a specific name, but had a big sign with bold, red letters that read RESTAURANT. Although not as good as the London Cafe, it was a lot less crowded and still had good food. And it was still open! We took no time at all finding our little two-person booth in the smoking area. I ordered a bowl of chicken soup with a chocolate cake on the side and John ordered this spicy sushi-like stuff that smelled really funny, almost like seaweed or something.

Almost three minutes later, we got our food and began to dig in. I finally took the time to notice John�s sushi-like dish(which was actually a Korean dish by the way). He told me it was rice wrapped in dried and roasted seaweed and he let me try a bit. Mmm...this is tasty! I thought as I bit into the seaweed and rice.

"How�s it taste?" John asked. I nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Just then, I remembered my soup and started eating it. It tasted really funny. I gagged a couple times and started on the chocolate cake, hoping it would be a lot better. John noticed a strange silence, so he decided to start a little bit of conversation.

"So, Roger...if you had one wish...uh, what would it be?" John asked, his mouth full of seaweed and rice. I didn�t quite know how to answer that question in a way that he would understand. He would be severely shocked at the fact that I had never been to the top of the Big Ben before, even in all the years that I have lived in London!

"Well...I have wished all my life that I could go to the top...of...the Big Ben. I�ve always imagined what it is like up there...being on top of the world...Oh my gosh, what a night it would be..." My voice trailed off into nothingness, my thoughts taking flight as I imagined what it would be like on top of the Big Ben.

"You�ve never been to the top of the Big Ben?! My god, you almost gave me a sheer heart attack!" John exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the rest of the people in the diner as well as the cooks, waiters, and waitresses. Everybody stared at us as if to say, "YOU�VE NEVER BEEN TO THE TOP OF THE BIG BEN?!?!?!?" The only people who I noticed weren�t staring at us, rather laughing their butts off, were who looked to be Freddie and Brian! I slapped my hand on my head in despair. I just wished I could kill them right then and there!

"Good goin�, John...You just drew the attention of everybody in England!" I said rather comically, looking over at Freddie and Brian.

"Sorry..."

"Hey John...is it OK if I die right now?"

"Well...if you�re embarrassed that much, I guess it�s OK...but I don�t think you would really want to..."

"No kidding..."

We left the diner to go home. The BMW was following us again. I couldn�t help but speed up to try and shake them, but they sped right up, too. I tried turning to the left, thinking it was the shortcut to my house, but the BMW took a right turn. Ha! I�ve lost them! Teaches those geeks to start a high speed chase with the almighty God of Percussion! I thought as I kept on speeding at 70 MPH down the road to my house. John looked a bit nervous, thinking I was going to drive right into a pothole or something.

"Roger, are you sure about this...I mean, you could be taking the long way home instead of the shortcut."

"I know what I�m doin�! Just trust me!"

"Um...Roger...the car is getting pretty messy. Maybe we should go back the other way."

I perfectly agreed with John; the hood and the frame of the car were splattered with mud, and the windshield did not look too hot, either. I tried spraying some windshield cleaner on the windshield and using the trusty windshield wipers (which were not that trusty, but hey, it was better than nothing). That didn't help much, either.

"I can't turn around, John. That'll just be going the long way home." I said as I sped up even more to ensure a quick trip back to the house.

About eight minutes later, John and I got back to the house. My eyes went wide open with shock as I looked upon the electric gray BMW.

"They�ve beaten us..." I said as I opened the door. I couldn�t believe that they knew the shortcut, and I didn�t take it when I had the chance. John and I exchanged worried glances as we walked inside. We took a real good look at the house, and there was no sign of any interlopers.

"I told you you should have turned around way back there! Do you think they could be watching right now?" John asked.

"They could be...I just don�t know. Um, John...I was thinking...If nothing is going on around at your house, maybe you could spend the rest of the week here...I mean, until this thing with Freddie is resolved...Is that OK?"

"Oh, yes it is, Roger! I�d be glad to! I won't let you face this alone."

"Thanx, John. I always knew I could trust you!"