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Chapter 1: Paris and an invisible buddy

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Chapter 1

Josh POV

I HATE MY FREAKING LIFE. No, seriously, I hate my life. Why, you may ask, do you hate your life? (Or maybe you don’t give a damn, but I don’t really care, I’m going to tell you anyway). Everything is so messed up. This all was supposed to be magical. Me and my friends in Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower eating croissants, singing old French songs to beautiful French girls, and then they would fall in love with us  and all of us would go running along the Seine in slow-motion and it would rain flower paddles and…. Well, probably not the last one. But of course life had other plans for me, which is why I ended up being the only person of my group of friends to be chosen to go to Paris when they all went to London instead, lucky me!

While I was waiting for the bus to come, I looked around. I tried to find some potential friends or hot girls (since hot girls make everything better). So far, I saw little hope. There were a couple of guys I knew, but they were too full of themselves to even look at me. Then there were the introvert who didn’t look at me for a completely different reason and of course some leftovers but they didn’t seem very welcoming either.

Last but not least, the teachers. But I wasn’t planning on befriending them (just imagine: ‘Hey, Mrs. Robins! Your knee-long purple dress matches your apple-green shoes just perfect! NOT.).

Conclusion: I was doomed. I could only hope I wouldn’t turn into one of these losers the following days. We’d better have a very good WIFI connection.

The only good thing about this trip to Paris, is PARIS. I can already see myself eating French food, visiting the Eiffel tower, walking down long boulevards with the sun of my face…O crap, I sound like a girl. If Chris was here, he would be laughing so hard at me and-

And then some idiot was talking to my thoughts.

‘So, if everybody will find their buddy now and go to the bus,’ said Mr. Johnson. ‘ We will leave in ten minutes.’

Wait, buddy? What buddy? I don’t have a buddy. Do we have a buddy? I don’t have a buddy. I probably had zoned out and missed the beginning of the speech. AGAIN. It was like that time we had gotten sex ed on school and I got distracted by the birds outside and then I wanted to ask if I could go to the toilet so I raised my hand and then everybody started staring at me weirdly and Mrs. Peterson said something like: ‘Good jon, Josh, so brave of you to admit that’ and everybody started snickering and I started panicking and….. Well anyway bad memory.

Mr. Johnson apparently saw my look of pure distress. ‘Oi! Mr. Fields! You’re buddies with Mr. Kingston.’

Wow, some last name I didn’t know. That really helped. Thank you, Mr. Johnson. Seems like I just have to wait who is left behind. Slowly, all couples moved to the bus. Everybody seemed to be content with their partners. And then, everyone was in the bus. Except the teachers. And me. And my apparently invisible buddy. So. Well.

Daniel POV

I HATE MY LIFE. I had just been paired up with Josh. I mean, Josh! Really?

Now I was standing behind him, waiting for him to move but I don’t think he noticed me. Maybe I should let him know that I was there. Like, cough or something. I decided to give him a fast tap on the shoulder, since I cough like a whale. Apparently I also tap like a whale, because he squealed and started waving his hands through the air like some kind of bird. On drugs. Which he might be, according to the latest gossip (on drugs, I mean. Not a bird.)

‘What the hell man! You just scared me to death!’

Well, at least the feeling was mutual, he scared me too. I just stared at him, because I didn’t really know what to say. I’ve got that problem a lot, not knowing what to say. Somehow words don’t seem to come so naturally to me. I’ve always had that problem, since I was a little kid. The only ones I really talked to were my best friend and my mother. Which is kind of sad, I have to admit. 

It was only when he raised his eyebrows at me, that I realised I’d been staring at him like a retard. Apparently, he was done waiting for any reaction from me, because he turned around and started marching towards the bus, while mumbling something that sounded like:

‘Nice chat that was.’

I could already feel the love between us. NOT.

Though I would rather stay here, I knew that wasn’t an option. So I just followed him, knowing that this was going to be a long trip.