"I'm not sick. I never get sick."
"Who are you really trying to fool?" Monroe said handing me a box of tissues.
I groaned grabbing the box of tissues from Monroe.
"Monroe it's not fair! We're in Paris! We're suppose to be out exploring!"
"Chanel we have all week to go explore Paris, I promise you we will."
I sighed wrapping the blanket around my body, I was not sick. I was not sick.
Achoo!
Nope still not sick.
Achoo!
Still not sick.
Achoo!
"Monroe I think I'm getting sick." I groaned falling into the couch in my hotel room.
"No really?" Monroe said walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of chicken noodle in his hands.
"You're so good to me." I said smiling sitting up from position on the couch.
Monroe smiled at me setting next to me on the couch, I smiled snuggling further into the blanket.
"I don't want to eat it though." I said sniffling.
"Open your mouth Chanel." Monroe said putting the spoon to my face, I rolled my eyes opening my mouth.
"You know I can feed myself you know." I said swallowing the soup.
Monroe smiled at me, filling the spoon up with more soup.
"I know but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my sick girlfriend take care of herself when I'm right here?"
"Uh, you would be Monroe." I said opening my mouth.
"Very funny." Monroe said rolling his eyes at me.
I smirked at him, pushing myself further into the couch.
"My moms holding this gala in two weeks, I want you to be my date Chanel."
"Really?" I said grabbing a bunch of tissues.
"Really."
"Okay." I chirped blowing my nose.
Geesh, was I attractive or what?
"Monroe?"
"Hm?"
"Can we go to that ball?"
Paris was holding an annual ball, and I oh so badly wanted to go.
"Sure." Monroe said shrugging his shoulders.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank you."
"No need to thank me, I planned on taking you anyways." Monroe said pulling me into his chest.
I smiled snuggling into Monroe's chest.
I didn't deserve Monroe, I didn't deserve Monroe at all. I don't know why I didn't tell him the truth earlier, why I didn't tell Adrian and Zoe no from the start.
Now, here I am. Sitting on a couch in Paris falling head over heels for Monroe and I have no clue what I'm going to do when I lose him. The thought of losing him hurts. I don't think my life would be normal if Monroe wasn't in it. It wouldn't be the same nothing would be the same.
I felt Monroe kiss the side of my head, I inhaled letting out a breath. After everything Monroe and I've been through , what Monroe's been through he doesn't deserve this.
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Charming Taylor.
Teen FictionMonroe Taylor. Known as Mr. Perfect, and for his amazing skills in bed, and not to mention the hearts he breaks in between his social life, Monroe Taylor was every girls dream Prince "Cinderella with her glass slipper, and charming Prince." Girls of...