Paris

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There's a knock on my room door before Mason walks in

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There's a knock on my room door before Mason walks in.

I quit drawing and look up at him with curiosity, wondering why he's in here.

"Good morning." He says to me and I try to smile.

"Morning." Is my only response.

"I know you've been wanting to get out of here and we did make a deal. Wanna go somewhere?" He asks, surprising me.

My whole face lights up and I stand from my seat. "Yes!" I say happily.

He smiles back at me. "Alright, where do you want to go?" He asks.

"Paris." I tell him and he nods.

After we get everything packed and everything situated with everyone else we get on the road.

"So, why Paris?" He asks after some silence.

"I've always wanted to go to Paris. It sounds so fun there. Plus, I wanna see the Eiffel Tower." I explain.

"I've been to Paris before. It's pretty nice, I think you'll like it there." He tells me with a smile.

"I hope so." I say, resting my head against the back of the seat.

Eventually we got to Paris and he checks us into a 5 star hotel suit.

"This is so cool." I tell him.

The room is beautiful and basically looks like a very fancy apartment.

"Wanna get food?" He asks and I nod.

We go to this lovely restaurant and the food here is amazing.

While we're eating I decide to make conversation.

"So, tell me about your life." I say, catching his attention.

"Well, I was born and then I was raised?" I give him a 'really' look and he laughs.

"I don't know what to say. I met Jeremy and River when I was 5 and we instantly became best friends. Camille and I have always been pretty close. My little brother Miles is a pain in the ass but he's great." He explains.

"When you were younger, what did you want to be?" I ask him.

"I wanted to be what I am now. My father raised me with great stories of his leadership so I wanted to do the same. What about you?"

I think for a moment. "I wanted to be a dancer. I always found dancing calming. I love music and dance so much." I admit.

"I think you'd make an excellent dancer." He tells me and we both smile.

"What's your favorite song?" He asks me.

"I don't know, there's so many good ones. Some people may say it's stupid but I think my favorite song is 'perfect' by Ed Sheeran." So many people tell me it's stupid but I love that song.

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