Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the actors mentioned in this fic. Specifically Ryan Gosling (Damn!). The actors belong to themselves. I DO own Scarlett, Georgia and Abbey…as well as all the other original characters in this story. Title for this story comes from “For Me This Is Heaven” by Jimmy Eat World. Some chapter titles come from songs. I don’t own any of that stuff either. Nor the lyrics used in the chapters.

A/N: As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Flames are not.

“It is SO obvious, I’m not even going to explain myself.” Scarlett said, sitting back in her seat and crossing her arms across her chest. Her auburn hair fell across her shoulders artfully. Almost like it had been magically altered to do so…that’s how perfect it looked.

“There’s no way that you can get away with that,” Georgia argued, shaking her long mane of bouncing brown curls.

“I agree,” seconded Abbey from the driver’s seat. She looked at her friend, “Come on and explain.”

Scarlett sighed, brushing her wispy bangs across her forehead. “Fine.” She sat up again. “Okay. American guys are much hotter than Canadians for two reasons. One: Elijah Wood. Two: Tobey Maguire.”

Georgia laughed, “Yeah. Right. Elijah is gay and Tobey is, well, ugly.”

Scarlett’s eyes popped out of their sockets and her mouth hung open like a fish. “Excuse me? Elijah is not gay, Gee and Tobey is NOT ugly. I remember one of us drooling in a certain theatre quite frequently when we saw Spider-Man a few weeks ago. Not to mention when we saw Lord of the Rings six times. Drool galore. They‘re both hot.”

Georgia waved a hand dismissively, “Whatever. Here are my two Canadian reasons. One: Ryan Gosling and two: Hayden Christensen.”

“Who’s Ryan Gosling?” Scarlett asked, turning in her seat to face Georgia. “I’ve never heard of him.”

“Figures,” muttered Georgia. “Only the hottest guy to walk the earth since Justin Timberlake.”

“As if,” Scarlett said, rolling her eyes. “Justin is NOT hot.”

“He used to be,” stated Abbey. “When *NSYNC first started. Now he’s too egotistical to be. But Ryan…phew. That boy is HOT, dude.”

“Oh yeah,” nodded Georgia. “Very.”

“Who IS he?” Scarlett asked, forgetting she was angry with Georgia about the Elijah/Tobey bashing.

“He was on the Mickey Mouse Club,” shrugged Georgia. “And then Young Hercules…Breaker High. Murder by Numbers.”

“I never saw that,” said Scarlett. “But I remember Young Hercules vaguely. Was he the blonde kid?”

“Yeah, Hercules,” said Georgia, examining her fingernails.

“Bump,” said Abbey from the front as the car overtook a slight bump in the road. Georgia had been doing her nails and it was a rule that the driver had to alert the back-seaters of a bump or hole.

“Hmmm,” said Scarlett. “He WAS hot. For a young guy, anyway.”

“He’s, like, twenty-one now,” stated Abbey. “And you know guys get hotter with age. Look at Sean Connery.”

Scarlett and Georgia both looked at her like she was crazy. Scarlett cleared her throat. “Older guys. Yeah. As long as they’re not eighty. Aragorn in The Fellowship. HOT!”

“Totally,” agreed Abbey, who apparently had a thing for older guys. “So, Ryan was hot when he was, what? Fifteen. So, NOW, he is off the charts completely. Enough hotness to make everyone in Africa look like George Clooney.”

“I have to agree. George is older, but he’s hot nonetheless.” Scarlett nodded.

“Ryan’s only three years older than me. So I could date him.” said Georgia happily.

“Gee, live in the real world, okay?” laughed Scarlett. “He’s going to date me because he’s only TWO years older than I am.” When she saw Abbey’s face she said, “And Abbey. Sorry, Ab. He’s two years older than you too. So you and I have first dibs.” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “As if we’d ever even meet him OR that I would even know who he was. I am going to live in the real world.”

“Let’s pretend there’s no such thing as this ‘real world’ as you call it. For the remainder of the trip. Okay?” Georgia was met with vigorous nods from both Abbey and Scarlett. “Thank you, Scarlett.”

Abbey shrugged, “Oh don’t mind me. I’m only the driver. The person driving hundreds of miles so we can hang out in Canada for a few weeks this summer. But, hey, don’t include me in the Ryan comparisons. Or pay attention to me, for that matter.” She started laughing a little. She turned onto the highway and sped up. “You know who else is hot? English blokes.”

“Blokes?” Laughed Scarlett and Georgia together.

“Guys,” clarified Abbey, rolling her eyes a little. “British guys.”

Scarlett became serious, “Ooooh, yeah. BBMak.”

Georgia nodded, “Uh-huh. And Sean Biggerstaff.”

“Oh right,” said Scarlett. “Forgot about him. He’s not British though, he’s Scottish.”

“Scottish guys are hot too,” pointed out Abbey. “They can fall under the same category.”

“They’re all in Europe,” nodded Scarlett. “So it’s alright. Ewan McGregor is hot too.”

“Yes sir, he is.” Abbey laughed. “Very. Oh, another American!”

“What? Where?” Georgia asked, looking out the window at the passing van.

“No, I mean I thought of another American hottie to add to the list. Shane West.”

Georgia made a face, “The guy in Mandy Moore’s movie? I HATED that movie.”

“He was hot, though,” said Abbey.

“True,” agreed Scarlett. “That’s three for my Americans! I win!”

“Hold up, wait.” Georgia leaned into the front seat. “I’ve got more chance to come up with another Canadian.”

“And I need ample time to think up another British guy. I’ve only got the three guys of BBMak.”

“They count as one,” Scarlett argued. “A band.”

“Three guys, Scar, count as one a piece.”

“Alright, fine. But I’m adding JC Chasez to my list of hot Americans.”

“Fair enough. He’s hot.” Georgia raked a hand through her long hair.

“And Brad Pitt,” said Scarlett. “I win. That’s five. You can’t possibly think of five British guys or five Canadians.”

“No, you’re right. But I will eventually. I’ve got the whole trip.” Georgia said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“They have to be famous, Gee,” Abbey pointed out. “And I’m adding another. Tom Felton.”

“He’s, like, sixteen!”

“So?”

“He can’t be a hottie until he’s legal, Abbey.” Scarlett said, shaking her head.

“Fine,” sighed Abbey. “But he WILL be a hottie.”

“He’s a hottie-in-waiting then. And they can’t be on the Hottie list.” Scarlett was very matter-of-fact about this information. (A/N: the term ‘hottie-in-waiting’ is copyrighted to Caitlyn lol)

“Oh alright,” shrugged Abbey. “Fine.” She perked up again, “That guy from Five! He’s SO hot!”

“Who?” Scarlett and Georgia asked together.

“The spikey haired one. Scott I think.”

“OH yeah,” smiled Scarlett. “Very. That’s four for you.” She paused, thinking. “I think Elijah should count as four or five himself. He’s SO hot that it just isn’t fair that he’s only one point.”

Georgia and Abbey rolled their eyes. “I don’t care,” said Abbey reasonably, “He’s still just one guy. Can’t be more than one point. I agree that he is VERY hot, but it can’t be helped. It’s the rules.”

Scarlett sat back in her seat huffily, but she was smiling.

“David Paetkau,” said Georgia very suddenly.

“Bless you,” replied Abbey dismissively.

Georgia laughed, “NO. David Paetkau. He’s an actor. Was in that movie…Slap Shots 2 or something with the hot Baldwin brother. He is HOT. He played that really rebellious hockey player. Hot damn!”

Abbey raised an eyebrow, “Okay. If you say so. And, by the way, all the Baldwins are hot so I have no idea who you’re speaking of specifically.”

“Hot damn,” said Scarlett, laughing. “That’s good. How much longer to Toronto?”

“Three hours, I think,” answered Abbey, looking in her rear-view mirror.

“Joshua Jackson. He’s Canadian. Hot. That’s…ah…four for me. We’re tied. One more each and we’ll tie with Miss Fussy Knickers over there.” Georgia jabbed a finger at Scarlett.

Scarlett pretended to look offended, but just laughed in the end.

“Orlando Bloom!” Abbey shouted a few minutes later. “That’s five!”

“He IS hot,” nodded Scarlett appreciatively. “Good God, is he hot. But as an elf. Otherwise…I’m not so sure. He’s got an odd fashion sense.”

“That doesn’t make him any less hot,” argued Abbey defensively. “So let him stay.”

Scarlett shrugged, “Fine by me. This game is SO much more fun than the license plate game.”

“Much,” laughed Abbey.

“By, like, six hundred decibels of funness.” Georgia contributed. “I thought of another British guy. Christian Coulson from the new Harry Potter movie. Tom Riddle.”

“Oh right!” Abbey shouted, “He IS hot. Good one!’

Georgia bowed slightly, “No prob, Bob.”

Scarlett laughed, “You are such a nerd, Gee.”

Georgia and Abbey joined in the laughter. “I am, aren’t I?”

“Okay, wake up,” urged Scarlett, pushing on her friend’s shoulder. Georgia was already awake and out of the car, stretching. Abbey, in the passenger seat, was just barely conscious. “ABBEY!”

Abbey’s head shot off the seat. “Huh? What?”

“We’re here!” Scarlett squealed, jumping out of the car with a flourish. She stretched, yawned and waited with Georgia for Abbey to join them.

“This is a really nice hotel,” commented Georgia, pulling her duffle bag from the trunk.

“Uh-huh,” agreed Abbey, yawning, “Highly recommended.”

Scarlett surveyed everything around her from the large (and high) buildings to the gas station across the street. The coffee shop, clothing store and record store were only three of the shops along a main street nearby. Scarlett could also see many restaurants, none of which she recognized. She breathed in the air around her. Toronto smelled like a lovely summer evening. Ironically enough, it was a lovely summer evening.

Abbey handed Scarlett one of her bags, “This is amazing, huh?”

“Yeah,” agreed Scarlett, smiling. “This is going to be so fun.”

“Totally,” said an enthusiastic Georgia. “Where to first?”

“Check in,” replied Abbey swiftly. “Then wherever. I don’t care. We had naps so we can go to bed late.”

“Some of us had naps,” corrected Scarlett. “Some of us had to drive while others of us snored loudly.”

Abbey playfully shoved Scarlett away, laughing.

“Come on,” intervened Georgia. “Let’s go see what kind of gorgeous garcons we can find in the hotel.”

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