Our week in Paris.

Almost there

    ~Angel's P.O.V~ 

        The two weeks went by like a roller coaster. Until finally it was the day before the trip to Paris. I couldn't wait. I could tell Lex was uneasy about the trip, but I knew she would get over it when we got there. We would have a blast!

        I was in my room, packing. Along my orange walls were posters of british boy bands, awesome movies, pictures I drew,and more. It was a collection of unnecessary things; but somehow, it all fit together. Zebra print was everywhere, but it seemed to compliment my purple lights hanging around the room. I was sitting, propped up on my bed peering into my suitcase. I was going down my mental list of things I needed to bring, and so far I was pretty sure I had everything. My mum, and older version of me walked into my room.

        "Hey sweetie, have you called Lexi to make sure she's riding with us tomorrow?" Hey blue eyes were just like mine yet lighter. 

        "Yeah mum, I'll call her right now," I smiled warmly back to her and gave her a hug. "I'll be down for dinner in a couple."

        "Okie dokie." She said cheerfully and walked out.

        I flipped out my cell phone and dialed Lexi's number. She didn't answer the first time so I tried again. After a couple minutes of ringing she answered.

        "Ello?" I heard her say. Her British accent was so strong. Stronger than mine. She was born in London and moved to Michigan when she was little, I was born here, but my parents are from London. 

        "Hey, Lexi." I spoke back.

        "Oh hey, whats going on?" 

        "I was just checking in to make sure you were riding with us to the airport tomorrow?" 

        "Um, yeah. Yeah i'll ride with you guys." I could hear how scared she was.

        "Hey, dont be scared, Lex. The plane ride will be quick. Just have to close your eyes and we'll be there in no time." I smiled through the phone.

        "I know, I'm a little more worried about what will happen when were there... If you know what I mean." I knew exactly what she meant. Laura would be attending the trip to Paris as well. Laura was a stuck up brat with tons of money from her daddy who thought she was better than everyone else. She had blonde hair with the tips died red. I didn't see the attraction in it. She had a cute little figure which she abused by wearing shorty shorts, tube tops, and much too short pencil skirts. (yes, even whilst it was snowing.) She acted all innocent around the teachers but was a jerk behind their backs. She bullies Lex constantly, and the only thing thats stopped me so far from smashing her face in is Lexi, and the trip to Paris.

        "If she pulls something during the trip, it won't be swept under the rug this time, Lex." My tone was serious, and I hoped she took it serious this time.

        "Alright, fine. I give you full permission to beat her to a pulp if she does anything to me." I could hear her laugh a little and I smiled through the phone. 

        "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" I queried.

        "Wide eyed and bushy tailed." She echoed.

        "Great." I hung up the phone and tossed my suitcase on the ground. Time for dinner.

          ~Lexi's P.O.V~

        I woke up to the digital beeping of my alarm clock. I swiftly rolled over and tapped the 'Off' button to shut it up. I threw my pink covers off of me and climbed out of bed. I stood up and stretched my hands to the ceiling, hearing joints pop and crack and feeling my muscles stretch and relax. Oh crap! Today's the trip! I stumbled into my bathroom, and hopped into the shower. 

        As i finished up bathing, I dabbed my my wet-curly hair with a towelette and added some non-frizz product to keep it controlled  I slid a headband in and headed to my closet to get dressed. I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans. I grabbed a white tank top and slid on a light baby pink lace shirt that hung loose on me. I matched it with some pink feather earrings. I pulled on my white vans and grabbed my suitcase. I'll admit, my house is pretty big. It sits on five acres to begin with. But the inside, it looked like a white, very modern castle almost. It was very moderny, retro almost. Black and white was the theme, and as i walked out of my room and down a couple hallways, my mom was in the kitchen making coffee. 

        "Morning, mum." I spoke quietly as she turned around with a smile. My mum was beautiful. Her hair was straight with all types of highlights and lowlights (she was a hair stylist) Her smile was straight and white. She was one of the coolest people you could meet. She cursed freely, drove fast, had good style, and best of all, common sense. She never seemed to age. Although we looked nothing alike we did act alike. She was my best friend. (besides Angel.) She was tall, confident, and beautiful. She was simply stunning, and in my eyes, I wanted to be just like her.

        "Morning Mookie," It had been her nickname for me for as long as i could remember. "I made you a cup of coffee, you can take it with you on your drive to the airport." 

        "Okay, thanks." I walked over and grabbed the cup.

        "I'm going to miss you so much baby." As she talked I could tell she was trying to cry, Me and her were close. Very close. Instead of going to the mall with my friends, I would watch movies with my mum. Instead of attending parties, I would fetch dinner with my mum. We were never apart. And I was sad about leaving her. I mean, my mum and dad were divorced so it was just her and I. We had two dogs but other then that, my mum would be by herself for a week. I know it seemed silly but I would miss her alot.

        "Im gonna miss you too mumma." I walked over to her, releasing my suitcase and embraced her into a tight hug. She always smelled good. We stayed like that for a while and she made me promise to her that I would call her every night and I would be safe and always be with someone.

        After I left the house, I walked in the snow until I reached Angel's. Her and her mum were loading up the car with Angel's suitcases. I approached them and Angel's mum hugged me tight. 

        "I'm excited for you both, you just better call me okay?" She turned towards Angel.

        "I will, mum." She said back. 

        "Alright, did you want me to drive you or were you going to drive yourselves?" Her mum asked. Angel looked towards me for an answer and I just shrugged. 

        "We can drive ourselves." Angel finally said. We loaded my stuff into the car and started heading to the airport. Angel was a good driver compared to her usual reckless behavior. 

        The whole way to the airport I nervously played with my fingers. I was so scared about the trip. I was scared about leaving my mom, about flying on a plane, about stupid Laura beating me up, about going to Paris. Angel looked over to me from the drivers side at me and could tell I was worrying.

        "Would you stop with the long face, Lex?" She sounded more sorrow filled than irritated, I knew she hated it when I was quiet. I needed to knock it off.

        "I'm sorry, I was just thinking, turn up the radio." She did as I said and our favorite song came on by our favorite boy-band. We started singing to the lyrics (We knew all of them, of course.) and threw our arms up in the air, and suddenly, I didn't feel scared anymore. We were going to have fun!

And i couldn't wait.