"Every Night When I Go Out,
The Weasel's On The Table
Take A Stick And Knock It Out
Pop! Goes The Weasel"

I whistle my favorite rhyme as I sit in the train, drumming my fingers against my knee.

"Can you cut it out I'm trying to sleep", a very dirty looking, young man spits out.

I close my eyes, inhale deeply before exhaling slowly.

I then proceed to give his calculating face a small smile and the woman beside me smiles at me too.

Devan and Stacey were so nice and snoopy. They tried to uncover what was in my bag. Thank heavens I hid the green card. And thanks to them, I'm putting on a nice cloth and a wonderful disguise.

Disguising in front of them was so damn hard.

"Hi! My name is Charly and this is my daughter Pratt", the woman beside me offers.

Don't say it Samantha. Do not say...

"Why didn't you name her Puth so you two could be like the perfect Charlie Puth?", I say laughing at my own lame joke.

I soon start laughing so hard, my sides begin to hurt. I wipe away the tears that form beneath my lashes and when I notice the look the woman gives me, I swallow the rest of my laughter and deliver a straight face.

"Hi nice to meet you I'm Sama... Uhh... Samone... Um Simone... Yes Simone... I'm Simone.", I say stretching my hand for a shake and making sure that Samone blends with Simone.

"Really Simone? What of Pumba?", the woman questions. Now it was her turn to laugh.
Okay I guess the handshake was meant for the air.

Nice to meet you air!

"Aw... I believe Pumba is your snoring husband over there and I believe it was Timone and not Simone?, I say grinning at her fuming face.

"Wow! This girl has got some sass", A lady behind me says as she ends up laughing throwing her head back and clapping her hands.

"Too bad he isn't your best friend", she says giving an awful comeback

"Yeah that's a horrid comeback woman", a very tall guy states.

"Hey where are you headed?", another old guy with pot belly asks.

"I'm going to the Jakarta airport", I say suddenly feeling shy.

"Man she's so cool"

"Daddy, I bet she can tell stories. Can you please ask her to tell us a story?"

I look at the boy and his dad and bite my lower lip.
Why does he seem familiar?

Yeah right, everyone is familiar to you.

"Should we ask for her autograph?"

"She sure does have potential"

Conversations were going on and on about me and how cool I am. I suddenly feel pride swell in my stomach and consciousness overwhelm my being as I suddenly realize I'm in a boyish outfit, not that I'm feeling insecure or anything.

My outfit, a ripped, green, boyfriend jean and an oversized black T-shirt, accompanied by a pair of black combat boot, some shades and a different contact lens. My natural brown hair that I tied up into a neat bun.

No earrings, no necklace, no bracelets, no anklets and no make up. Well except for the scar I drew with an eye pencil just underneath my jaw to match the description of "Simone the explorer".

"Hey can we have your autograph?"

"Can you please tell my son a story?"

"Um... Uh... Y... Yeah sure... Okay I guess", I whisper shyly as their voices draws me out of my thoughts.

They are only doing it based on the fact that they have no clue that you're Samantha Montero.

Not now subconsciousness, let me bask in the spotlight of this moment.

×××××～(^з^)-♡×××××

"Wow that was an amazing story Simone, here have this", a lady says handing me a dollar.

"Yes here have this", a guy hands me a pound.

"And have this too"

"And this"

"Take this too"

The passengers all say, handing me money in different currencies.

Wow! This is not awkward at all.

"Wow thank you all so much"

"No thank you and good bye. Have a nice trip",

"You're a nice human", the Charlie Puth woman with the snoring Pumba states.

"Thanks?"

"Good luck kiddo and have a nice trip. Come on David, let's go", Charly states as she carries her baby, Pratt and hands her hand bag to who I presume is her husband, David.

"Pratt is tired and so are you. I can't believe you slept the whole way here..." She mumbles as David carries Pratt from her. I watch their retreating figure and heave a solemn sigh.

"Hey Simone", the boy who initially asked for the story calls. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, a typical, stereotypical, American kid.

No offense. I love America and Americans. I personally think they are an entirely different species of human... In a good way.

I bend to his eyes' level and he gives me a dashing smile.

"I don't have money but here have this", he says handing me some sort of paper art.

"Oh no kid, I can't take that. I'm sure you need it more than I do", I say rejecting the offer.

He looks at his dad and begs him with his eyes.

"Please Simone, take it. It will make him so happy. Please"

I stretch my hand forward and he places it in my palms. I sniff back the unshed tears.

"Thank you..."

"Stefan", the little boy offers with a wide grin splattered across his face

"Thank you Stefan", I mutter hugging the little boy and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"And you too Mr...

"Nicholas... Nicholas Macaulay. No need to be so formal please", he offers with a wide grin splattered across his cute face and an extended hand.

Okay the grin on both father and son's face seems to be genetic.

Yes I agree.

Hold up... Did you just agree that this oddly familiar guy cute?

Yes

Okay double hold up... What did he say about his name? Rewind... 'Nicholas Macaulay'.

Wait... Did he just say Nicholas Macaulay?

"Oh My God! Nicholas Macaulay? The famous Neurosurgeon? Oh My! Oh My! I did not expect... this. I mean I didn't expect you to have a child not like having a child is a bad idea more like I didn't expect you to be seen with a child and again no offense, being seen with children is not offensive. I should probably stop talking" I say rushing out the words in excitement almost yelling as recognition dawns on me.

Alright show's over, somebody pinch me now. I think this drama has extended to a dream.

I squeal like a child. I was so not expecting to meet two famous individuals in the span of two days. First, Eric Wilder the richest son on earth and now Nicholas Macaulay, the most popular Neurosurgeon who has saved millions of lives.

"Yeah it's me. And this is my baby boy", Nicholas says ruffling that boy's hair.

"And where is the mother?"

"She's in a better place", Stefan replies.

Way to go Samantha.

"Um it was nice meeting you doctor Nicholas. I should really get going", I say stuttering a little.

"No problem Simone. Where are you going by the way?", Nicholas asks me.

Geez, He's so young. Why did he always look older during interviews?

"America"

"Really? Us too. Well let's go board that plane". He gestures leading the way.

"Dad I wanna pee", Stefan cries out.

"Do you mind watching our luggages?", Nicholas asks.

"No problem. I might check in before you get back though", I state, pointing to the moving queue.

"Okay", he simply states

"Wow those humans were so nice".

Well why do you think they were nice? They were under the impression that you're just a normal human and not some fugitive of the law. So zip it and get your boarding tickets.

"I hate you!", I squirm to my subconsciousness.

"Like can you for one minute not state the obvious and go with the flow?", I mutter beneath my breath to my subconsciousness which is technically still me.

Do I have multiple personality disorder? I certainly don't think it is normal for one person to talk to herself all the time... Aloud!

"Are you okay miss... Simone Rivera?", the flight attendant asks as she checks my profile.

"Yes, yes!"

"Okay. The flight to America leaves in thirty minutes", she says gesturing for me to shift aside and make way for others.

I do so and twirl my hair between my thumb and pointy finger as I impatiently wait for my flight and look out for Nicholas and Stefan while my mind involuntarily wanders off to Eric.

I need to talk to someone or something or I'm going to run mad. This is the longest I've been without talking.

I drum my fingers against my knee as my legs shake involuntarily, impatiently. Four minutes gone by and my mouth hasn't said a word.

I remove my back pack from my back and sit it on my lap. I unzip it and take out an apple.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away or is it an orange?

"Um excuse me Miss, do you mind if I sit by your side?", a voice with a Russian accent, I presume, calls... bringing me out of my reverie.

"Do I mind? Of course not. Come here", I say getting up and dragging him by his hand, I push him against the wooden bench as I sit down beside him.

Taking in his look in one glance, he has a Bavarian like hair, with a smooth olive skin. He is the normal height for a guy but me being the abnormal girl, I'm taller than him.

"You are a God sent Mr! My name is Simone and I'm from America. I'm an explorer and came to explore the part of Indonesia. Nice to meet you. Who are you?"

Do you know how hard it was for me to fish for a passport that matches an American Explorer? No? Well it was very hard.

I had to wake up before the sun and lie to Stacey and Devan that I'm going for a run. Of course I took my back pack with me.

"I am not interested in talking to you. Can you just leave me alone so I can meditate a little bit", he scoffs with an air of pride.

I told you your talkative ass is annoying. Not everybody is chirpy like you. Some people just like their peace

Oh bummer! But I was right, his accent is Russian.

"Adieu Amigo. I hope to see your rude ass never!", I say when all passengers going to America are called. I spot Stefan and Nicholas rushing out. I frantically wave to them to hurry up.

They see me and the flight attendant asks for their boarding pass. I use the opportunity to study the duo... Yeah just Nicholas.

Nicholas has a chestnut brown hair, a button nose, two round, blue eyes and a very attractive face. He sure is physically good looking. So so good looking.
Reflexively, my eyes move to his legs.

Oh My God! Those are some hot, hot, fucking hot legs.

Soon they run towards me and we all run to the plane.
That felt like hours but it was only a couple of minutes.

After boarding the plane, I make myself comfy so I can sleep the whole way through.

Well at least you won't be bothering others.

No wait! Nicholas is here! Perhaps, we can talk.

Nicholas sits beside me and gives me a heart melting smile. Immediately, my heart skips two beats and my stomach does a backflip. He places Stefan in the seat in front and buckles him steadily.

"Well tell me about yourself"

"I am Simone Rivera and I'm from America. I am an explorer and only came to Indonesia for some... explorations.", I reply with the rehearsed lines.

"How about you?" I ask not wanting him to ask further or any questions.

He checks Stefan and makes sure he's asleep.

"Well I'm Nicholas Macaulay and I am a doctor of the brain as you would have guessed by now. I once had a very beautiful wife and she blessed me with my son"

"What happened to her?" I ask cutting him short

"Well she died of brain tumor. Ironic huh? I save other people but couldn't save my wife, my jewel", he mutters.

I don't want to ask more questions so I reach for his hand intertwine our fingers, trying to send comfort.

I've slept long enough somebody pinch me.
This is surely a very long dream. Me? Samantha Montero? Holding the hand of the world's famous neurosurgeon?

I need to wake up!

"I may not know what pain you're going through but I do know the pain of loosing someone you love so dearly", I say staring through the window, remembering my own past.

"Have you lost someone?", he calls drawing my attention to him

"Twice"

"Maybe our meeting was by fate and not by luck or chance"

"Let's not go into that topic Nicholas. After today, we may never ever see each other", I chuckle lightly.

Why don't you want to go into that topic? Because you know he'll scorn and despise you once he realizes who you really are.

"Why not? Here have my business card. You can come to my hospital anytime. My home and business numbers are on it"

I take the card from him and give him a tight smile. He just doesn't get it.

"Say, why didn't I recognize you at first glance? Or why didn't anyone recognize you at first glance? I mean no one has walked up to you since we got on the plane", I yawn.

"I don't know. People don't usually recognize people facially except you call a name. Say for instance, Samantha Montero..."

I freeze and he continues, oblivious to my change in stance.

"If I see Samantha Montero, I won't know her but if she calls her name, I will recognize her for sure. Everyone knows who Samantha Montero is by name but not everyone knows her by face. You do know who Samantha Montero is right?"

"O.. Of c..course", I stutter and wipe away the cold sweat from my forehead.

"It seems you don't like her very much"

I nod in response.

"Okay so tell me what you love doing"

Now that's a topic I'd gladly answer.

"I love playing football. Soccer as some may call it"

"I've noticed you have a British accent"

"Yea I was born there. I spent my early childhood days there. No that's wrong, I spent all my life there!"

"Really? Why can I detect a light German accent then?"

"I thought it's gone. I am a German by descent and British by birth plus I've spent quite some time in Germany too. How did you detect the German accent?"

"Oh some part of my Lineage is from there"

And random things we continued to talk about. I got to know that Stefan is eight years and that Nicholas likes traveling with Stefan.

He also said that he was invited to Indonesia to perform a surgery on a patient and it was successful. I also noted that he carries Stefan on trips like this to give him(Stefan) an avenue to see different countries and their traditions and decide on a career he wants to pursue.

I found that really sweet. We talked more and I couldn't help but feel sleepy and fall asleep.

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"Wow! That was a long journey. I can't believe I slept through it. Oh no! I need to pee. Ugh", I say yawning and stretching as I come out of the plane.

You didn't sleep through the journey dumbass! You're with the Neurosurgeon.

Oh my! I have completely forgotten about Nicholas and Stefan. I turn around to find them but with the throng of passengers, it's difficult.

"Eh we were going to part ways anyway. Speaking of ways, I should be heading towards the restroom way"

I move to the restroom, with my small bag and ease myself there. I check my bag and everything is still intact. I check the mirror and I'm almost unrecognizable.

I draw more eye pencil beneath my jaw to make the scar prominent. I adjust my wig and put fresh pairs of contact lens.

Now I'm completely unrecognizable.

"Nobody move! Everyone stay where you are. We have been informed that there has been an impersonation".

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Author: well this chapter is done.

Samantha: *sobs* I hate you.

Author: now now dear, you'll love me later.

Stefan: hello everybody

Nicholas: why is Simone crying?

Isabella: who is Simone?

Nicholas: she

Isabella: that is my daughter, Sama...

Author: okay... Wonderful readers. I've got a quick question. Personally, what do you honestly think of this chapter and book in general?

Stefan: I think there are lots of errors

Author: that's okay. Will you and Nicholas please excuse us? Good. Byeeee. Now Samantha get over here and appreciate our readers. We wouldn't be here without them.

Samantha: *sniffs* thank you guys for taking your time to read my story *sniff* I really *sniff* appreciate *sniff*

Author :for the love of God stop sniffing, it is grossing them out.

Samantha: you're so impossible and frustrating. Please lovely readers, vote if you think the author is frustrating and if you're enjoying the story.

Isabella: you guys haven't worked your differences yet I see, here have some cookies. Everyone loves cookies.

Author: *moans in delight* these are so good.

Stefan: *peeps* can I have a cookie?

All laughs

Author : thank you all for reading, don't forget to vote and comment. We all love you. Here have a cookie 🍪