I followed behind him, grinning from ear to ear.

(haha! :D keep going!)

((Wahoo, yay, applause! Thank you, thank you! *bows deeply* Yay! ^.^))

(*starts applauding* Hurray Tate!! :D)

But my dad was already up and heading towards the door. "I always wanted to come to germany." He beamed.

((I, the wonderful newcomer, shall continue onward with this story, because it is utter brilliance, yay!!))

Her dad wandered around the room for awhile longer, then proceeded to sit down on the couch by the window. He stared out of it for a moment, and then said "The weather's nice today..." his eyes shifted to the floor, then at Carrie. "Hey, we should go for a walk!"
Carrie's heart ballooned upward - what if she bumped into Jason again? Oh, what a wonderful, wonderful person... wonderful, how words couldn't describe how completely, and utterly fantastic that he was .. . "Carrie?" Carrie's thoughts were interrupted. "What do you think?"
"Oh yes, that would be fantastic!" She replied, happily. And then a thought occurred to her - if, on the small, small chance of seeing Jason, her father disapproved? Hated him, before Carrie had a chance to marry him? (Yes, she was already making plans).

(oooh, btw, if any of you want me to delete a topic, please speak up, there's some on here that there's a huge writers block!)

(where did you leave off at?)

(it means i have no idea what's going on)

(what do you mean?)

(my perception of things is going fuzzy)

(huh?)

((............"D))

Her dad shrugged his shoulders, and she sighed with relief.

(what? It's comedy! "D)
"it just is! okay?"

((yeah, it kinda should.))

((wait a sec, shouldn't this be another topic?))

"Top secret." She strained.
Her dad's eyes widened, "How can Art, be top secret?"

(haha! Brilliant!)
"No!" I yelled as he tried to take a peek at my work, I tripped over a canvas and fell head over heels in the process.

((btw it is switching from 3rd and 1st person, i guess that could be part of the humor))

"If you could I would like my Austrian Bird sketches brought to mother. She told me she would ever so love to see some pippits and wagtails."

Her father asked, "Well, where are they honey. I'm sure I've never heard of a pippit... in fact, do they even exist?"

"of course they do! They are almost as cute as their name. I would have tried to keep one but you need a pippit license and I made the local Austrian magistrate a little mad..." she trailed off with obvious embarrassment.

"I heard about that on the news, and internet, espn,..." her dad joked.

As Carrie was trying to recall the whereabouts of her lovely Austrian bird portfolio, her dad was drawing near to her most recent collection. She knew she had to stop him. Oh the shame.

Her father whistled. "So, which ones do you want me to take?" he asked.

but it wasn't a mess to her. It was a masterpiece around her.

The paintings that she had barely finished in Australia were all over the place. Millions of pieces from the place were scattered about the room in a giant mess.

"Wow!" her dad exclaimed. "This is one up-side-down appartment!"


"Well what do you expect? I'm an artist!"

She jangled her keys around until she found the key she wanted. Carrie unlocked the door to her apartment and led the way inside.

Her father followed.

When they reached her appartment they climbed up to the 8th floor, where she lived.

"yeah, We can go and get them right now if you want." I said starting to walk out the door.

"Okay then, are you living in an apartment?"

"Is that what you really wanted me here for?" He asked again. "oh yeah, yeah that was all." She said

"Huh?" Carrie asked coming out of her fantasies. "What was that?"

"Is that what you called me for?" Her dad asked disbelievingly.

I was so spaced out it was funny. I never could believe i could actually be distracted this much by a guy, but the time has come.

(ha ha!! I'm laughing every comment! ha ha!)
"Yeah sweetie, you called me remember?" Dad said. Of course! Now I remember! "yeah! I needed you to take some of my paintings back home to Chicago for me." I explained. I finally remembered why I always came to this bar. My dad wanted to meet me here.

Then i began to wonder, hmmm, was Jason German?

"Hi," he said a bit awkwardly. "Just making sure you don't die, honey." he actually laughed at that, too. I was fast becoming mortified. At least Jason didn't see this.

"Dad!" I gasped. What was my father doing here, in Germany?

I fumbled in my bag for a piece of paper, at which point my canvas fell out, along with a few paints that i loved.

at which point he practically slapped his forehead, saying "You're that famous artist. Carrie Vogen!!"

"Sure, announce it to the world," i muttered. "It's not like i get enough curious stares from people."

"Sorry," he said. "Can i still have your number?" I was surprised he still wanted it after i'd practically lied to him. Not even practically!

I found one of my business cards and wrote my cell number on the back of it. I handed it to him, nearly dropping it, my hand was shaking so badly. He grinned at me and strode out of there, without a backward glance. It was all i could do not to stare.

Meanwhile, there was a ripple going through the surrounding people, most of it having words such as 'painter', 'famous', and my name. Now people were talking. great, just perfect.

At least i got something i came for. I gathered my things and tried to make the same grand exit as Jason a few seconds before me, but failed entirely. Instead, i tripped over my feet again. Right into the arms of---
[ha, try to come up with something for that]

"well, could I get to know you more? Say... over dinner?" He asked. I felt myself giggle stupidly.
"uh... yeah sure! I'll give you my number." I said.

"You don't," I said, closing the subject, but he ignored me.

"Then why is your name familiar?" he asked. "Are you like famous or something?"

That hit a nerve. Like the biggest one in my head. "Famous?? Me? That's the siliest thing i ever heard!" i lied. THen i thought he might be insulted by my dishonest outburst, so i said "No ofense or anything. But that would be cool, though." And then i stared off into the distance, as if trying to imagine what that would be like.

I didn't have to imagine it. I was living it. Not that i let him know that.

"huh... I could have sworn that I knew you." He said. I felt myself getting more and more red by the second.

"You look familiar," he mused. "Haven't i seen you somewhere?"

i internally panicked, but tried to keep cool. I don't think it worked, he was looking at me like i was crazy. And i was. Just not for that reason. "N-no, i don't think so." i struggled to keep my face hidden.

"Really? I'm sure i saw you somewhere."

"No! I mean, no, i just got her today. No chance of seeing me anywhere. What do you mean?" I struggled to keep a somewhat-composed look on my face, but composure was never my best ally. It was betraying me right now. And this was the mess i got stuck with.

(LOL!! that is SO funny!! :D )
"w-well it's nice to meet you too Jason." I studdered a reply. That brought another smile from him. I felt like an absolute idiot now, smiling this dumb smile. If I was dreaming, I would wake up to a drooly pillow.

"I believe you did," the man said. He stuck his hand out for me to shake. "Jason," he said.

i took his hand in nothing in the way of grace and shook it enthusiastically.

"And you are?" he asked when i didn't say anything.

"Oh," i looked down, blushing the tiniest bit. "C-carrie." i said, feeling no need to give a last name.

"Well, Carrie, It's nice to meet you. And might i say that you are a bit inspiring yourslef?" he grinned at me with an angel's smile.

I could have tipped out of my seat, but got a slight hold on myself. That wasn't enough to save me for falling anyway--head over heels for this complete stranger. Nothing could save me now.

(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! :D

"Daaaaahhh," I gazed into his eyes, mesmerized. I immediately covered my mouth. "Did I just say that?" I spoke into my hands, while my face flushed red.

Now I felt like a dork. What was I doing? I was supposed to act normal! It seems I couldn't get that to click through my head. I nodded, "yes, I'm an artist you see and I've been searching for a certain inspiration." I started to blather on.

He was waiting for me to say something. But I couldn't, I found. So he craned his neck to see the sketch. He looked surprised. "That's me." he said. I nodded.
"Yes. You are very inspiring."
He laughed. "Pardon?"

I felt a need to ask him a thousand questions. What's your name? Do you live here? What do you do? What do you like about Germany? Have you traveled out of the country before? What's your favorite color? Are you married? These questions were buzzing through my head as I was in a daze of inspiration.

He looked at me just as I was looking at me. Our eyes locked, and a smile tinged his lips. He got up and sat down opposite of me.

(awwww.. so dreamy! "D

He walked over to the bar and sat down with a certain casual air. I felt my heart race before I lost the moment of seeing his face. I made note to every movement and every expression on his face as I madly sketched him.

His skin was golden! As if it were glowing! His curly brown hair was all gelled up. I had never imagined seeing a sight so beautiful! Immediately my hands started sketching, they sketched before I was able to snap out of the rush of a million feelings being felt at once!