𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | ✔️

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FINN

"You've got to be kidding me." Said Arabella when she made it into our room.

"What is it?" I said, still carrying my things. When I got in I noticed what she was staring at.

"Oh." I started laughing at the bed that stood in our room alone.

"Stop laughing!" Arabella demanded.

"I'm sorry, I can't." I started to laugh harder at her visible frustration.

"You're sleeping on the floor." She sighed as she went to put her suitcases on her bed.

"What? Why?" I asked her.

"Because I'm not sharing a bed with you." She replied.

"Why not? I make a great stuffed animal." I joked. She just stared at me.

"I'm going." She walked off.

"Where?" I followed her.

"I'm trying to go away from you but you're following me so I guess it isn't working."

"You're stuck with me, strawberry."

"I know, it's truly tragic." She said walking around the room with me still following.

"Excuse me? I am quite loveable."

"Are you really?"

"Yeah, I am actually."

"Sure."

"You're so rude."

"Thank you!"

"Can we do something fun? Like I don't know go to a fancy ass café and overdose on croissants?"

"You can do that while I go somewhere else."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"Because people will find it weird if we're I two separate places in fucking Paris, the city of love. We might as well fake a cute date." Arabella stopped and sighed before turning around to face me.

"I hate that you're right." She sighed. "Let's go."

"Where?" I asked.

"Just come." She said, leaving the room as I followed confused.

***

"Wow Strawberry." I said staring at the black and white building that we could go to in any country ever. "We're in fucking Paris and you bring us to a Sephora? How romantic."

"Shut up, let's go." She said, grabbing my hand and walking into Sephora.

The entryway was like a runway with scarlet red carpet similar to places Arabella has walked on thousands of times.

"Come on." She said, walking over to the place where they kept their lipsticks and stuff that I don't remember the name of.

"So what are we getting?" I asked her as she looked on the shelves.

"Clear lipgloss and red lipstick." She told me not looking up from the shelves. She eventually found what she was looking for and pulled it out.

"Red lipstick..." she said to herself, scanning the shelves for clear lipgloss.

I noticed a tube on another shelf that had a clear liquid inside (lol) and looked similar to the lipgloss I see Arabella used. I grabbed it and showed it to her.

"Is this it?" I asked her. She took the tube out of my hand and examined it.

"Yeah. Let's go." She said, grabbing my hand again and leading me to the front. We waited in line for a little bit until we were called up.

"Bonjour! Que puis-je vous offrir aujourd'hui?" Said the cashier.

"Juste celles-ci, merci." Arabella responded.

"D'accord, ce sera €78.89!"

"D'accord." Said Arabella as she inserted her card into the scanner.

"Vous êtes approuvé!" Said the Cashier as she packed Ari's things into a bag. "Passez une bonne journée!"

"Merci à toi aussi!" Said Arabella as we left with her bags.

"I'm surprised no one has noticed us." I said as we walked back to our hotel.

"People have, they've just took pictures or videos or stared in awe." Arabella corrected.

"Okay, well are we going to do anything else?" I asked.

"It's dark." Said Arabella. "I'm tired. Plus you have the concert tomorrow night."

"Let's at least go look at the Eiffel Tower." I told her.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes as we left to go find a taxi.

***

"Wow." Said Arabella as she stared in awe at the Eiffel Tower and it's glowing lights. "It's gorgeous."

"Yeah." I looked over at her. "It is."

She turned to face me and looked me up and down.

"Why are staring at me like that?" She asked. "And as you said that too."

"Huh?"

"Staring at me longingly as I stare at something beautiful." She said in a sarcastic tone. "It's hella cliche."

"Well there's people watching and taking pictures." I told her. "I may not be a professional actor but I can at least try to convince them I'm madly in love with you."

"Oh really?" She asked, her voice going a little deeper.

"Really." I replied.

"Then you might as well kiss me." She said.

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." She sighed and pulled me closer to her so that she could kiss me. It went on for a few seconds before she pulled away.

"Does that help?" She asked letting go.

"Why do you keep on doing this?" I asked.

"Doing what?"

"Whenever you're not hating me, you're flirting with me and I'm getting confused." She sighed.

"Laurie told me that I should try to convince myself that we are actually dating so that it seems more believable." She answered. "If I act like we're an actual couple more often people will believe it more."

"I see." I said before grabbing her hips and pulling her a bit closer. "Then I might as well do the same thing."

"Good." She said, closing the gaps between our lips.

I have no idea why but this kiss felt way different than the one in Central Park. So did the one at the airport. As I'm kissing her, I'm finding it harder to stop, as if she's a magnet that is pulling me closer every minute. When she kisses me, it feels different than other kisses I have had. It feels like it's supposed to be happening, like they're meant to be there. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not falling for her, that I'm not crushing on her like a middle schooler. I don't know what to do and I don't know if I want it to stop.

"We should get back to the hotel." I said as our lips parted.

"I agree." She said, grabbing my hand and leading us away from where we were standing.