Vanilla Chaos

Chapter 11: La tour Eiffel

"Where are we even going? I'm going to get so lost-" I mumbled, burying my fingers in the sleeves of my black coat. I used to wear a lot of black, I was far from a goth, the colour just made me look thinner. When you were a 'bigger girl', you couldn't go out in hot pink boob-tubes like all the other young women - you were restricted to dark colours, baggy items and covering yourself up if you wanted to look as close to acceptable as possible.

"You won't get lost. Well, not without me, and I'd love to get lost in Paris with you, Heidi." He searched for my hand through the shadowy fabric and when he finally found it, he intertwined his fingers with my own, "Better?"

"Better. But why did we have to come out, today? It's going to rain, soon. It's Summer and we're not in Britain, shouldn't it be, I don't know, sunny?"

"We're only five hours away from London, you know. I just get fed up stuck in that apartment with my annoying family. I wanted to come out, and I want you with me, my love."

"Your family is wonderful, I wish I still had a family. Even if it was just my mum."

We stopped walking, and a pair of arms wrapped around me, "I'm sorry, just don't listen to me. I speak absolute nonsense, I understand if you hate me now."

He started to pull away, but I grabbed him by his centre and brought him close, again. "How could I hate you? You worry too much, Nelly. I love you, like a best friend and a boyfriend. And you're all mine."

"I am, but you know what that means?"

"What?"

"That you are mine."

His. I was his. I couldn't hear it enough. That was all I had ever wanted to be - his. I kissed his cheek, I was enjoying being caught up in this little Parisian love affair, as typical and girly as it sounded. "So what are we doing, today, crèpeboy?"

"Well, tea bitch... Follow me!" He dragged me by hand down a street.

It was around half two in the afternoon, we had spent some time decorating cupcakes with Nicki. She baked them whilst we were up in Nelly's room doing nothing in particular (and dirty mind... Go!). He of course had a lot of weird geeky crap and I'm not just talking normal geeky - this was Nelly geeky. He did have an Xbox, though, that wasn't so bad. I wanted to play a zombie game but I forgot it would all be in French. If was going to date a French guy and spend just under six weeks with him and his family in France, maybe I shod have learnt the language... But that's what French boyfriends were for!

This street was so dazzling, it almost looked American, but with that classy European touch. There was every kind of shop, ranging from scandalous lingerie outlets, to teddy bear warehouses. What made it look the most American, were probably all of the fast-food restaurants, but you can't be in Paris if there's no cafes. The bricks weren't actually the usual colour, they were much darker and intense, most the colour of Coca-Cola and some were deep grey, like fading tattoo ink. The shop windows had bright white lighting, like a camera with the flash on.

"Where are we?"

"My favourite street in the whole city."

The boy moved closer to me, so not just our hands were touching. We carried on walking down the well-lit avenue, I could see something at the bottom, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Oui."

We stood at the end of the street, it was so much bigger in real life than on photographs, and you could see every single detail: every crack in the stone, every change of colour, every single impatient and insignificant car waiting in the round-about, "The Arc De Triomph... It's magnificent.