Friendship Or Fame

Chapter 8 - Flight To Paris

Chapter 8 - Flight to Paris

The next morning everyone was packed and ready to go to the airport we didn't want to be late and miss our flight.

Jesse's parents dropped him off at the airport earlier because they had important things to do.

At the airport our luggage were taken and we were ready to board my dads personal jet. Worst part is in our entire flight Jesse puked all over the place , who knew he would have flight sickness. It was his first time on a plane though.

After hours of hearing Jesse in the bathroom we finally arrived in Paris.

It was beyond beautiful I've never seen anything quiet like it before. As we landed there was this beautiful scenery of the Eiffel Tower.

We arrived at the hotel unpacked our bags and then rested. Our flight was exhausting and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Jesse and I headed straight to a little restaurant called 'Fontain Trevi' an extravagant place to experience a real French meal.

When we finished we were so eager to erxplore the Eiffel tower and its history, that we headed for the oldest museum in the city called 'Methi'. We saw so many interesting pictures of Paris France when it was still developing.

Anyway when we finished our exploring we went to the hotel to get some rest.

Next morning...........

"C'mon let's go! We are already 5 minutes late for our boat trip" Jesse yelled.

" I'm coming! Jeez! Did anyone see my cherry lip gloss?" I asked.

"Aargh! C'MON! leave it you don't need it you look fine!" Jesse exclaimed.

Dad's organized a brunch on a boat and invited Jesse and I to come along.

There were a lot of important people going to be at the brunch so we had to dress to impress, so to say.

We left in my dad's SUV, and if I do say so myself it was a long drive. Jesse and I sat in the back talking about the weird people do expect on the boat.

WE vowed to make this a funny trip and to enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Preferably there would be no one we knew, I meant come on were were in Parris .

Or so o thought......