Together.
Well, not quite together. It's a class trip. Of Europe. A tour of France. Our main six characters were joined by their history teacher, Miss Caliope, Kwan, Mikey, Star, and Jazz.
Since we already know the students, let's get to know Miss Caliope. She was a hippie. She believed in peace and love. She was a Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian.
So she decided to assign rooms. Before they got on the plane, she revealed the hotel arrangements for the first few days.
Danny F. / Dash B.
Sam M. / Paulina S.
Tucker F. / Kwan C.
Star B. / Valerie G.
Mikey
Miss Caliope / Jasmine F.
Mikey got his own room.
So they entered the airport and went through the numerous security measures. Danny was shocked when Valerie didn't set off the metal detectors. Sam, Tucker, and Danny were sure that she would try to smuggle ghost killing weapons aboard.
And on the plane... to everyone's shock (and to some's delight) Dash, Kwan, and Paulina suffered from airsickness. They spent most of the ten hour flight at the bottom of a paper sack.
When the plane landed in the Charles de Gaul airport (in Paris), they were all dead tired. (No pun intended in Danny's case) They went straight to their hotel - The Marriot.
The rooms were light yellow. Two beds were crammed in every room.
The students are going to clash.
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Later that night, no one could sleep.
Dash glared at Danny as he took out a magazine and started to read it.
"What's that?"
"Nothing you'd be interested in." Danny growled. It was a astronaut magazine, by the way.
"Says who?" Dash sneered and tried to grab the magazine. Their tight temper nerves snapped. Dash and Danny wrestled for the magazine.
It was actually rather funny. They were still stuggling for the magazine when the door opened. (The rooms were all connected.)
Sam, Paulina, Tucker, and Valerie walked in.
Dash and Danny were so shocked they both forgot the fight about the magazine. They both got up, still holding the magazine. It ripped in half.
They growled and prepared to fight again, when Sam said "Judging by the fact that we are all in Danny and Dash' room, I'm guessing that we are bored. So let's play a game!"
"Okay." They sat down in a circle.
"What game?"
"Truth or Dare!" Paulina said.
"Rules?"
"You have to do every dare, but if you refuse to tell the truth, you have to do a double dare!"
Everyone agreed.
"Let's get started!"
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"Sam!" Valerie said quickly. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Valerie leaned forward and whipered in Sam's ear.
"What!"
"Dare's a dare! Get going, chop chop!"
Sam stood up. "Hey, Danny!"
"What?"
"Boxers or briefs?"
"WHAT!"
Sam and Danny were very red. Everyone else was rolling on the floor laughing.
"C'mon, Danny! Boxers or briefs?"
"Um, boxers, I guess?"
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"Fenton!" Dash said. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Dash whispered the dare in his ear.
"I dare you to ... slap Manson's butt!"
"WHAT!" he screamed very loudly.
Everyone stared.
"Dare's a dare, Fen-turd!"
"I can't do that one, she'll kill me!"
"GO!"
Dany went up to Sam.
"Please don't kill me." And he slapped her butt.
"FENTON!" Sam screamed. Danny screamed too and ran. Sam chased him all over the hotel room.
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"Okay, Paulina. Truth, or dare?" Star asked. Danny was still running from Sam screaming.
"Um, truth!"
"If you could, would you really get with the ghost boy?"
"Yes."
"Dash!" Danny yelled. Sam had cornered him and slapped him hard across the face. He sat back down. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare!
"I dare you to call Sam by her full name!"
"Hey, Samantha Manson!"
Sam let out an evil Xena-like battle cry. She started chasing Dash all over the hotel room.
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"Hey, Danny! Truth or dare?" Paulina said.
"Why does everyone pick on me?" he groaned. "Truth, the dares don't work out for me."
"Ummm, tell us who the ghost boy is!"
He froze. "I... can't. Sorry. I just... can't."
Tucker grinned. "DOUBLE DARE!"
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Miss Caliope heard the noise. She knew she had to investigate. But she really didn't want to. She and Jazz went to Dash and Danny's room.
They headr "oooooh!"s and catcalls. She sighed and opened the door.
Danny and Sam were kissing. French kissing, it appeared.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
They broke apart. Sam and Danny were red. Everyone else was laughing like mad.
"Truth or dare." Danny mumbled.
"Well, stop! I don't want to be kicked out of the hotel." Miss Caliope left. Jazz stayed.
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"Okay. Fen-turd, time for the second part of the dare."
"You're still gonna make me do it? My sister's right there!"
"That makes it so much funnier."
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An elderly woman opened her door. She peeked out. And gasped.
A naked sixteen-year-old boy was running down the halls. He had dark black hair and blue eyes. Several more sixteen-year-olds were cheering him on.
The boy screamed "I cost two bucks an hour!"
The old woman fainted.
(A/N I laughed so hard writing this that I spit my gum about halfway across the room. Then it landed on one of my Johnny Depp posters. So you better've enjoyed it!)