When we got to the hotel Ella pounded us with questions.
"Where have you guys been?"
"Why are you holding a blue teddy bear?"
Why this why that!
"We just went to the carnival and got stuck in a ride!" I said calming her down.
"Oh thank god! I thought you might of been attacked by French people! You know they eat snails here? Gross!" She cringed.
"Well nighty night!" She chirped and walked out.
"Are you still mad at me?" Tristan asked while getting into his pajama shorts.
"Maybe, maybe not." I said not glancing at him.
"Come on admit you can't stay mad at me. You love me!" He said.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me close.
When he touched me I felt like my skin was on fire.
"Admit that I'm not the only one who feels like my skin is fire when we touch." He read my mind.
I nodded unable to speak.
"Admit it." He said his minty breath fanning my left cheek.
"I'll admit it. Only if you admit that you want to be more than just my fake boyfriend!" I tested.
"Never." He whispered letting go of my arms.
That night I dreamt of Tristan and I's wedding.
Wait... I mean a had a nightmare if I dreamt of that!
***
"Good morning." Tristan whispered causing me to wake up.
"So who's the groom?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Last night in your sleep you wouldn't stop saying I do." He smirked.
I wanted to say you but I could never do that.
"Me?!" He repeated.
Shit did I just say that out loud.
"Yes, you did say that out loud!" He laughed.
I always knew there was something wrong with me.
"I wasn't talking to you!" I scoffed.
"There's no one else in the room." He said confused.
"I was obviously talking to the teddy bear!" I said like it was most obvious thing in the world.
"Are you drunk?" He asked.
"Remember the teddy bear I won yesterday?" I stated.
"So you dreamt of getting married to a bear...?"
"Yes! Do you have a problem with that! Are you jealous?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"No I just feel bad for the bear!" He said his face full on concern.
"Your life was nothing before me!" I said.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me close.
"You know, you can't live without me." He smirked thinking he won.
"I was doing just fine!" I raised an eyebrow and he released me from his grasp.
"There you are! So I have the perfect day planned!" Ella said.
This girl is bursting with ideas.
"Waterpark!" She squealed.
"Get your bikini on we're going now!"
"What bikini what?" Tristan said walking into the room.
"We're going to a water park! Go get your bathing suit on!" She demanded.
I groaned and put on my purple bikini.
The fun just never stops!
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Falling For My Fake Boyfriend
Novela JuvenilThe only thing that's worse than getting your heartbroken, is getting your heartbroken by someone who you can't even call yours. Bella is broken. Tristan is popular. Broken and popular is like mixing oil and water. Those combinations don't really w...
