Chapter 38: I Don't Speak French

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Luke's POV

  The next morning Lyla and I wake up ready to plan our  trip. She decided she wants to go to France, Paris to be exact. It's not my pick, but I'm sure it will be fun.

    We made a list of all the things we need, which is a lot. Then we bought our mildly expensive one way tickets scheduled to leave tomorrow at 8 pm , printed them off, then we began to pack. No one's home so we don't have to be so secretive about it.

After nearly 2 hours we're finished. We sit down for a moment then Lyla says "Wait...Luke, what about your fans?"

"What about them? We're coming back aren't we?" I smile.

"Yeah." She says taking a deep breath.

"All I want to know is how are we going to hide all these bags?" I laugh.

"We can just stuff them under the bed." She smiles.

We take all the bags and shove them under her bed then we sit back down again.

"So...how am I supposed to talk to people in France??" I laugh.

"I'll teach you the how to say some basic things on the plane." Smiles Lyla

"Alright." I smile, then I gently kiss her.

"I can't believe we're doing this." She says astonished.

"Neither can I."

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