Our week in Paris.

The last day.

 ~Angel's P.O.V~

        I woke up to Lex's snoring. She snored so loud sometimes! I looked over at her, her arm was slung over her face, her hair in a messy bun. She was wearing the shirt I bought her years ago. I laughed at it, considering she loathed cats. I rolled onto my side and fell out of bed, plopping down onto the floor, landing neatly on all fours with stealth. I wanted to feel the moment, so I attempted to do a somersault  which resulted in me clumsily hitting the bedside table and almost knocking over a lamp. Wow, I was weird. I giggled quietly to myself, and continued to crawl-still on the ground- to my bathroom. 

        Turning the hot water on, I peeled my Pajamas off and examined my tattoo. I still couldn't believe I got it. I loved it so damn much, though. I decided that I would show Blake it. So only him, Lexi, and I knew about it. Our little secret. I really liked Blake. Although it had only been a week of our little white hot passion, or whatever you fancy to call it, I had deep feelings for him that I hadn't for anyone else before.. Sighing at my thoughts, I smiled happily and tiptoed into the warm shower.

        ~Lexi's P.O.V~ 

        I heard water running. Slowly, I opened one eye- not remembering where I was. A wave of panic coursed through me, then after relief. I'm in Paris!  I removed my arm from my forehead, and sat up, leaning my weight on my arms. I threw the covers off me and jumped out of bed, stalking towards the coffee maker, making a cup of tea whilst making some coffee for myself. I added ice into the finished cup of coffee, I couldn't stand warm things. Everything had to be cold. I loved cold showers, cold drinks, anything. I just loved to be cold. Angel always told me I was weird for liking it, but I thought I was just different.

        I stood in front of the table with the coffee machine, sipping my drink whilst admiring the gold and dark chestnut brown theme of the hotel. Tonight would be the last night at this well designed place, and I wanted to soak it all in. My eyes wandered to the dark brown door to the room, with golden handles and peep holes. A little slip of paper that slid under the little gap of the door. I set my finished coffee down and walked over to where the paper was. It was the same paper with the drawing of the Eiffel tower in the corner.

        Take your time getting dressed! Meet downstairs in two hours. Make sure you're a little dressed up, but not too fancy. We, the teachers, have a surprise in store for your last day in Paris!

        -Mrs. E

        I knocked on Angel's door to her bathroom. 

        "Yeah?" She shouted over the water.

        "Hey, we got two hours to get ready, take your time." She mumbled something I couldn't hear.

        "What?" I shouted.

        "What??" She yelled back.

        "Oh just take your bloody time getting dressed!!" I slid the note under her door, and walked to my bathroom. "I'll be in the loo if you need me!"

       "What?"

        "Oh forget it!" I rolled my eyes, as I heard her shut the water off.

        ~Angel's P.O.V~

        By the time I had assembled my new outfit containing rainbow shorts, my unicorn shirt, and converse, I was sitting on my bed texting my mom, waiting for Lexi to finish getting ready. When she walked out of the bathroom, she had her new outfit on too, with her skull shirt, maroon pants, grey vans, and the black beanie I bought her last Christmas. ( polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80349809 )

        "Looking lovely Sugar Plum." She said with a wink as she pulled out a deck of cards from her suitcase. I don't know what it was with LExi, but if she ever traveled, she had to bring a deck of cards with. She said it was a superstition. Not necessarily for good luck, but on trips its always good to have something to do.

        "Ditto....Erm..." I racked my brain for a good nickname. "...Love?.." She shook her head whilst chuckling to herself as she started dealing the  cards. 

        "Want to play some blackjack?" She asked.

        "Why not?" 

       An hour and thirty minutes had passed, and Lex and I had played three poker games, two 'Go fish' and three 'Rummy's' Lexi's new "friend" Shane had called her, and she was talking flirtatiously whilst giggling, sitting by the windowsill. A soft knock came from the door. I hoped off the bed to answer it. 

Blake.

        With a smirk plastered on his face, He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist. I slung my arms around his neck as he picked me up, and twirled me around in the doorway. I laughed as the all too familiar butterflies soared. I giggled as he set me down.

        "Hi." He said, smirk still prominent. His hair was shagged to the side, looking shiny with the warm color brown that matched his puppy dog eyes so well. 

        "Hey," I said breathlessly "What are you doing here? You'll get in trouble if the teachers see you. Boys aren't allowed on this side." I heard Lexi mutter something to Shane about too much noise, as she walked into her bathroom-Or as she would call it, 'Loo'- Locking the door behind her. Blake kicked the room door shut. He grabbed the sides of my face with both of his hand. My cheeks burned to his touch. 

        "I guess we'll have to be careful then, huh?" He smiled, whilst dipping down his head. I knew what was coming, and my nerves tingled. I let my eyes flutter shut, letting the feeling of his pink, plump lips engulf my senses in passion. I'd never been kissed like this. Pecks? Sure. But nothing like this. This wasn't just a kiss. It was passion, it was lust, it was desire, all in a simple locking of our lips. He stepped forward,  dipping his head down even more, I was so tiny compared to him. All space between us disappeared, his body pressed against mine. Our lips moved in a steady rhythm. My hands slid down to his neck, slightly playing with his soft hair. He smelled like cologne.. Really good cologne. The kiss deepened, I never wanted it to end.

        "You smell good.." You smell good? Did I really say that?? I mentally face-palmed myself as he smiled into the kiss.

        "You too, love," I was panting for breath, so he gently pulled away. He smirked at me getting flustered. "You taste so good.." My eyes widened in shock. He'd usually never say anything like that! What do I say?

        "Y-You too.." He stepped towards me a little. I mimicked his movement by stepping backward. A game he seemed to like instantly. He took more steps forward until I bumped into the backboard of my bed, toppling over and landing on the silk sheets. Blake took this as an advantage and crawled on the bed, laying next to me. 

        We stayed like that for a whilst. Just talking.. cuddling. He was wearing the necklace I loved. The little titanium cross with intricate swirls engraved within it. I held it, fiddling with it between my fingers.

        "You like that?" He asked, watching my every move. I blushed, and looked down, nodding my head. 

        "We should probably get going." Lexi emerged from the bathroom, cellphone in hand. I jumped, and scooted away from my close position with Blake. He muttered an agreement, and we stood up. Lexi linked arms with me, as Blake enfolded my hand within his warm one. I smiled. Today was going to be great.

The last day in Paris surely had to be that best.