Room Service (On Hold)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“I seriously can’t believe how people can fit in these miniature cars!” Nicolas complained, as he sat on the co-driver’s seat of my beetle. I looked at him and laughed. He was kind of crumpled inside, with his head touching the car’s ceiling, and my pink scarf covering his blue eyes to keep him from guessing the place we were going to, to make it a surprise. It had been around the twentieth time he had complained during the trip to the place I had planned to go. It was funny to see him like this. He was just as excited to know where we were heading to, just as I was the time he took me on a date to the Seine River.

Maybe it had been a bad choice not accepting driving his car, where he would actually fit. He groaned again, making me laugh some more. I knew the long drive would actually pay itself off, when he actually looked at the place I was taking him to. After around an hour searching on the internet for any type of places like the one I had in mind were available on France, I had finally found one, and had instantly called Nicolas to tell him to get ready to go to this place.

My hair just kept covering my hair as the wind gushed through my car’s opened window. The smell of recently mowed plants filled my nostrils. The nice view of Paris in front of me seemed so perfect, with tons of the greenest trees scattered around everywhere, with the view of a small fountain with water gushing out from it, making a relaxing noise, and even the view of some tourists taking a massive amount of pictures everywhere, with the familiar noise I had become used to, the distinctive flashes and shutters of their cameras, making me want to go out there with my camera, and take as much pictures as the other tourists. Everything looked so peaceful. I was actually feeling relaxed with the beautiful scenery in front of me, until Nicholas groaned again, expressing his discomfort in the tiny red car.  I laughed at him again.

“We are almost here, just wait some more minutes!” I said with a smile on my face.

“At least you get to see everything and get to be comfy!”He whined back. I laughed once again and ruffled his brown hair. He smiled, and kept whining. “Alright. How nice of you. You are doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You are driving slower!” He said. I smiled sheepishly because that was exactly what I was doing, just to mess up with him a little.

“No, I’m not! How could you say that? Are you accusing me of being a bad person?” I asked kiddingly, faking being hurt from what he had said. He laughed a little and told me to drive faster. I did, and after some more minutes of listening to him complain, or letting him play with my hair as I drove, we had finally arrived. He quickly got the scarf off his eyes, and acted as if he had not seen light in about a thousand years.

“Oh don’t be silly! Anyway, surprise! You may look already!” I said fondly. We got out of the car and looked at the nice place. It was a paint fight place, the ones in which you got to get this paint guns and well, play. I knew it was really boyish for me, but I thought Nicolas would like this. He smiled and hugged me.

“How did you know I liked these places?” He asked with that perfect smile on his face. Oh yeah, so I had actually guessed correctly!

“I just thought you’d like this.” I shrugged and smiled. It had actually taken me hours to finally come up with this idea, and I was glad that he had liked it. The place was much nicer than those that we had in the United States. In the United States, it was just a big place filled with dirt and some obstacles, and that was pretty much it. Here, the field looked much more- alive, because there was actually grass, and cooler obstacles and stuff. I used to go to these types of places when I was younger. Yeah, I was a tomboy. I grabbed Nicolas’s hand and walked to the entrance, where I could see about ten guys getting their equipment ready and just a red haired girl around my age, getting ready with the guys as well. I paid the entrance, of course Nicolas wouldn’t let me, but this was actually my surprise for him. It was time for me to return him the favor.