Just My Luck // Trevor Douglas

~Chapter 7~

Chapter 7

The train had finally made a stop at around 5:00pm midday. Trevor and Megan took their bags and left as soon as possible. Now all they had to do was catch a cab to take them to the hotel they were going to stay in. The train station in Paris was just as busy as the Manchester one and they found it hard to get through the mass of people going in different directions. The odor of the place wasn’t so great either. That’s Paris for you.  It felt exactly like a New York subway but more extravagant than a usual train was to say the least. Megan knew she definitely didn’t pack accordingly as soon as she came out into the smell the fresh air. It was already 5pm but it the sun was still out and shining against her skin. The weather was very different from London. It was warm and dry with no slight gusts of wind whatsoever. And there she was standing in the middle of Paris wearing a jacket and jeans. Megan looked around a bit and all she could see were rows of shops after shops after shops. Huge cathedrals and old French like buildings were scattered all over the place. It all seemed to fit together though and the whole view was just spectacular. I could definitely get used to this Megan thought to herself.

“Let’s go Megan. I already got a cab,” Trevor called out as he put his things in the back trunk of the taxi.

Megan ran to the taxi and put her belongings in the trunk as well. She hopped in the backseat as quickly as she could and they were on their way.

All the information she knew about the hotel was what her experiences she had last summer. And even that seemed like a blur to her. She did know for sure that the hotel’s name was the 7 Art Hotel and that it was located around some shops and cafes that she had visited before. Other than that she didn’t really remember anything.

“Okay, you can stop here. This must be it. Thank you for your service,” said Trevor politely as he gave the driver his crumpled money from the back of his jean pockets.

Megan had just remembered that she needed to exchange the currency she had for the French one because she needed to pick up a few things before she left. They took their bags from the trunk and made their way to the hotel.

After Megan looked at hotel’s main entrance all the memories started to come back to her. It wasn’t your so called ‘hotel’ in the first place. You probably couldn’t even know it was one if not for the sign that was light up vertically along the building. The sign read, Hotel du 7'eme in big white letters. The whole main building was relatively small but Megan knew that it was only a part of the array of rooms that were put in rows behind the building. She was actually really confused on where to go the first time. In the window sill you could see almost every random thing that you could find. Megan predicted it would be some sort of art vision but one of the creators of the hotel but she couldn’t really see anything in it except that it was an odd bunch of things. The lobby was pretty overwhelming in the beginning with all the massive posters and frames but it felt like a home, a very weird home but still a home. Overall there were too many things you could see in the lobby that it would wreck your brain. Beads were hanging from the ceiling to act like curtains, palm trees were awkwardly placed around, old movie posters were blown up and pinned up in the check-in desk, cartoon statues of some of the famous old French movies and a cozy fireplace put into the wall.

“Let’s check in now,” Trevor said pulling Megan from where she was sitting before. Megan followed along.

After Trevor had checked in in the front desk, they were led by one of the bellhops through a long hallway that was decorated in many framed paintings. None of them seemed familiar to Megan which made her even more curious on who had created them. What kind of artists were found in the busy streets in the city of lights? After passing the hallway of endless paintings and posters which Megan got distracted by they were outside tot his huge inner field that had a fountain in the middle with benches, bushes and rose gardens grown around the perimeter of grass that was separated from the sidewalk and a huge statue of a man on horse. Along the outer area of the field that they stood in were three buildings separated by an alleyway that led them to the chaotic streets of Paris. The buildings had 2 floors and seemed that many people were occupying them as well.

“Beautiful isn’t it,” said the bellhop who seemed to be named Harry according to his nametag. “Anyways let’s keep moving along. We are very busy this time of year,” he continued saying. They continued walking along the sidewalk with their luggage in the cart.

After walking a flight of stairs they had finally reached their rooms. The signs on the colorful doors read, 64 and 65.

“Here are your room keys and I’ll just put your luggage inside and I’ll be on my way,” Harry said as he did as so.

“Thank you sir, here’s a tip,” Megan answered back as she gave Harry a 10 euro tip.

“Sorry I didn’t carry around any French currency with me.”

“That’s fine. Thank you very much. Have a lovely day. If you need anything just come on down to the main desk or give us a ring from the telephone in the rooms and someone will be sure to assist you with your needs,” replied the Bellhop thanking Megan with a smile.

Megan held tightly onto the fray straps of backpack and headed into her room. She didn’t even care if she had to pay extra for another hotel room as long as that meant not sharing a room with Mr. I stole your letters and I’m dragging you to Paris a.k.a Trevor. That would only be her last resort and she would have made him sleep in the bathtub if it came down to that. It wasn't the most extravagant hotel room in Paris but it would do. The room was actually less colorful and wild as the lobby was decorated. That was one thing she was happy about.

The room was fairly bigger than her bedroom back at home and there was a queen size bed in the far left corner. The overall place had a very western/old Hollywood/ modern feel to it. Another replica old Hollywood picture was a little bit above the bed frame which wasn’t really anything different. There was a coffee table with some fresh colorful flowers were placed right in front of the 60’ in plasma TV that was upraised so it could be seen by the people sitting from the bed. Right above the bed was a ceiling fan that was adjacent to the big open glass door that you could open to the view from the balcony. Megan looked around for a bathroom and she found a wooden chestnut door to the when she got a better view of the room and finally found it. She plopped her belongings on the soft bed and began to unpack. Even after the train ride there she still wanted to sleep and rest but she wanted to do more than sleep on the bed for the rest of the night. Who would want to stay in on a night like this?

So Megan looked out the window, into the balcony and looked at the crowded streets of Paris. It was time for her to meet the city.   

~Author's Note~

Chapter 7! Oh my gosh we have like 600 something reads right now! Honestly all of you who actually read this are the best! To be honest we thought no one was going to read it, but clearly that isn't the case. So, Trevor's performance now was AMAZING, now we just have to wait. Hope everyone enjoys the chapter, please comment and keep voting!