Clark and Ian took me for sight seeing almost immediately after we arrived in London. Clark seemed bored obviously, not concealing his apathy and Ian tried to look interested when I gushed about little things. They were raised in London so of course I didn't expect them to share my enthusiasm, especially not the uptight Clark.We were now around Buckingham palace, the home of the British king and queen. Clark was just standing and he scowled when Ian went to click a picture of him. I was standing a little away from Clark and the moment I saw Ian click a picture, I ran from behind and pounced on Clark's back. He staggered a little from my weight as I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist tightly. I then pinched his cheeks and at that very moment, Ian clicked another picture.Ian chuckled when Clark tried to brush me off, but I clinged to him like a furry, cuddly monkey. All the tourists around us laughed and then Clark somehow managed to swiftly throw me on the g

I sighed in exasperation and pointed at his laptop. "They have all these dresses and extremely girly shirts. Go to the men's section please, I can't bear with these. My head hurts."He quietly went to the men's section and I picked up few random t-shirts of different colours. He then again went to the women's section from where I picked up dark jeans of my size."Enough?" Clark asked incredulously since I picked up only a few clothes which wouldn't be sufficient for the entire trip."Ian mentioned that he wanted to take me out for shopping and stuff so I'll buy then," I declared my plans."No erm . . . understuff you want?""Oh, those fools kept all the undergarments in the bags so yeah, I don't need them," I said nonchalantly and he typed on his laptop. "When will these come?""Tonight.""Isn't that a bit early? They usually require few days or so to bring all those clothes.""I have my connections so they'll bring soon," he said dismissively and my mouth formed a wide 'O' shape. Why

I swayed my hips, tapped my feet aggressively and danced like a lunatic. People weren't bothered by my ridiculous dancing, they were enjoying themselves in their own little bubble. I was making a duckface, dancing and wiggling my eyebrows at Clark and Ian [Clark rolled his eyes while Ian laughed] when suddenly, someone stomped my foot."Ow!" I cried out in pain as I rubbed my toe. I looked up to find the bitch who had the audacity to hurt me and not even apologise! "You again!" I sneered when I saw the same old hag who winked at me earlier."Of course, darling," she cooed dramatically. "You should watch your feet, they're always getting under mine.""Oh, really? You should watch your feet, always getting over mine." I scowled and she laughed to rile me up. "You evil witch, I hope I never see you again!""You won't because I'm going to Hawaii," she said cheerfully and I actually envied her."Yeah, whatever. As if I give a damn. Bye bitch," I muttered and strode briskly ahead. Suddenly,

"George, Ian here. Can I come in?" I heard Ian's soft voice as he knocked on the door."Hell naw! I'm butt naked here, I can't find my new underwear!""Oh, erm . . . I'll just wait outside here then," he said dubiously and I heard him cough awkwardly.I threw clothes from outside my bag until I found my golden coloured, custom made, diaphanous underwear which provided comfort along with a sexy feeling inside. Ah, I could wear this sheer underwear around my neck like a golden jewel since it shone brightly under the gauzy sun.I quickly slipped into my underwear when I heard Ian's voice, "Are you getting dressed?""Yeah, of course.""Don't.""What-Ian, you naughty bean---""No, no, no," he quickly cut me off. "That's not what I meant. I got you a birthday present, a tuxedo for you to try on. If you ---""OH MY GOD!" I squealed in delight resembling Janice from Friends and nearly opened the door until I realized I was just wearing my sheer underwear.Every birthday I got girly stuff lik

I quickly slipped into the clown's costume which was a whacky, rainbow coloured outfit with frills at the end of the sleeves and pants. The makeup artist coloured my face with white paint and a bright, red ball was fixed on my nose. He pulled my hair into a right bun, setting it neatly with hairspray. My skin felt chalky, my head hurt for the tightness of the bun and the ridiculous clothes were itchy. Still, I felt like I was on top of the world."Georgia," I heard Clark's voice and I whirled around."How do I look?" I wiggled my eyebrows confidently, inwardly cringing at the feel of the crumbling paint.Clark just nodded and said, "Ian and I'll be in the audience, you just have to appear on stage.""What should I do? Maybe juggle with knives or play with fire---""That's what you're not supposed to do. You can dance around or make faces like you usually do. Just don't do anything stupid, okay? I don't want you doing anything that will hurt you," he said with a hint of sincerity in hi