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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,785
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Departure
Melanie and I twitched with anticipation as we heard the announcer call for the boarding of our flight to New Zealand. We had checked in our baggage and we each had a carry on piece and our purses to take on board. I looked over to Mel after hearing the announceme
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"Well, here goes," I said. "Off to start our New Zealand adventure! I'm so excited, Mel. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a vacation?"
"Too long," Melanie answered with a warm smile.
Melanie and I had been best friends since we met each other in a music class in high school. She was pretty, with long, amber colored hair, blue eyes, and olive skin that always seemed to tan better than mine during the summer months, when all I did was burn! She was musical, smart, and athletic. I often wondered why she didn't have a steady beau, but if you knew Melanie like I do, you would know she just had much too much going on in her life to be bothered with the juvenile attentions of a school boy. I was really surprised when she told me that she could join me on this trip. We hardly get to spend a full day together anymore, and now we got to spend a week together. That in itself was a prize to me.
We handed over our boarding passes and found our seats. First class! Nice! We secured our carry on bags and got settled. I turned to Melanie, and with a slightly smug look I said, "Only first class for movie stars!"
We laughed. "One thirty-second clip in one episode does not a star make," she lightly reprimanded
"Wel can can dream, can't I?"
"I guess so. But if I know you, Ginger, and I'm pretty sure I do, then being a star is not the ONLY thing you're dreaming about."
I gave her my most innocent look. "Whatever do you mean, Melanie?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. Ever since those Hercules and Xena shows started airing, you've done nothing but talk about that one bad god, what's his name?"
"Ares, the god of war."
"That's right. Ares. The cutie. The babe. The god of sexual desire. Oh, I bet your little mind is just reeling in perverted speculations, huh?"
"Well, what do you expect? The man is gorgeous," I confirmed.
"Yeah! You're right. He is good looking. But remember now, Ginger, he's not the real Ares. He's just an actor. An actor who’s probably married, so don't get your hopes up."
"What are you talking about? Get my hopes up? What? Do you think I'm a total moron? I know he's married, and has three sons." I turned back in my seat, pouting, and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "But I can still dream," I said with a sigh.
Melanie patted my arm. "I'm just watching over my best friend, that's all." She smiled.
"I know you are!" I smiled back. Then I whispered under my breath, "Not the real Ares. Like - DUH!"
We laughed.
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"Well, here goes," I said. "Off to start our New Zealand adventure! I'm so excited, Mel. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a vacation?"
"Too long," Melanie answered with a warm smile.
Melanie and I had been best friends since we met each other in a music class in high school. She was pretty, with long, amber colored hair, blue eyes, and olive skin that always seemed to tan better than mine during the summer months, when all I did was burn! She was musical, smart, and athletic. I often wondered why she didn't have a steady beau, but if you knew Melanie like I do, you would know she just had much too much going on in her life to be bothered with the juvenile attentions of a school boy. I was really surprised when she told me that she could join me on this trip. We hardly get to spend a full day together anymore, and now we got to spend a week together. That in itself was a prize to me.
We handed over our boarding passes and found our seats. First class! Nice! We secured our carry on bags and got settled. I turned to Melanie, and with a slightly smug look I said, "Only first class for movie stars!"
We laughed. "One thirty-second clip in one episode does not a star make," she lightly reprimanded
"Wel can can dream, can't I?"
"I guess so. But if I know you, Ginger, and I'm pretty sure I do, then being a star is not the ONLY thing you're dreaming about."
I gave her my most innocent look. "Whatever do you mean, Melanie?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. Ever since those Hercules and Xena shows started airing, you've done nothing but talk about that one bad god, what's his name?"
"Ares, the god of war."
"That's right. Ares. The cutie. The babe. The god of sexual desire. Oh, I bet your little mind is just reeling in perverted speculations, huh?"
"Well, what do you expect? The man is gorgeous," I confirmed.
"Yeah! You're right. He is good looking. But remember now, Ginger, he's not the real Ares. He's just an actor. An actor who’s probably married, so don't get your hopes up."
"What are you talking about? Get my hopes up? What? Do you think I'm a total moron? I know he's married, and has three sons." I turned back in my seat, pouting, and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "But I can still dream," I said with a sigh.
Melanie patted my arm. "I'm just watching over my best friend, that's all." She smiled.
"I know you are!" I smiled back. Then I whispered under my breath, "Not the real Ares. Like - DUH!"
We laughed.