God Paris is so beautiful. My mom was taking forever to take a bath, but I didn´t mind sitting in the hotel bed admiring the city lights. My body laid comfortable against the feather padding bed as my eyes wondered freely. The room was glamorous with golden chandeliers illuminating the gaudy wall. Through the window, the darkness was not absolute at all, the lights of the city were dazzling and the stars upon the sky were like diamonds around the pallid full moon.
This holidays had been great, since I was very little I dreamt about travelling to Paris for my 15´s birthday, and now it was about to end. In two days I was going back home, away from this splendid paradise… I wanted to stay here forever! Everything was so perfect… I remembered starting to save money for this trip since I was 10. The hotel where we were was just a expensive, were I enjoyed a taste of life we couldn’t really afford that easily but we could gather the money luckily.
“Can you go and ask the reception for towels?” I heard my mother shouting from inside the bathroom. Yeah, I was the only one that “knew” French because I had been studying the language at school during 2 year, but I wasn’t really good at it. Yet my mother barley spoke English so I was always incharged of communication .
The lobby was huge, the red velvet caret was shining and the people around were dressed in marvelous dresses and tuxedos. The violin´s music was beautiful and the people were dancing with such grace I smiled at the idea of such perfect world. My dress started in a light blue embroidery and ended below by butt in a silk dark blue color that looked pretty good against my skin and My hair was tied in a dedicated bun. Suddenly I crashed against someone’s shoulder.
“Oh I am so sorry.” I said shamefully.
An arrogant smile draw in the boy´s face whom I had crashed into and he simply said “No problem, beautiful, would you like to dance?”
That question really caught me off guard. The boy was taller thank me and maybe and I assumed that older also but his bright black eyes below his twisted brown hair were enchanting.
“Umm… No sorry, I really have to go.” I said trying to get through all the people in the lobby.
“Come on you pretty girl, only one dance” he said reaching for my hand. He was really cute, too handsome for my own luck I couldn’t just dance with him.
“I´ve told you, I have no time!” I excused myself trying to be polite.
“It´s okay dear Cinderella it´s not 12 yet”- he said pulling me closer to him.
“Really my name is Cece, umm….” I said kind of asking him his name back.
“Nice to meet you, Cece my name is Evan." He grined. “I guess you have something very important to do, to reject my invitation to dance, so I guess we can skip that part and you can just kiss me” he said with a playfull voice.
“Kiss you? Why would I ever do that?” I asked him starting to get angry. Who the hell did he think he was?
“Come on darling, just one kiss for your prince” Evan said while he winked.
“And what do I win if I kissed my prince?” I said with sarcasm. Evan looked around till his eyes spotted the Jewelry Shop that was right in front of us.
“I will buy you whatever you want” he said with a cocky voice. Maybe Evan was drunk, or he was just tossing around with me and as that got in my nerves I better continued the game.
I walked into the Jewelry store and looked into the principal glass showcase where a gorgeous bracelet was. It was made of thin silver thread with some crystalized rocks hooked into it.
“I want that” I said proudly as I pinpoint the bracelet. In the wink of an eye, a seller grabed it and placed it in a velvet box, and seconds later I had the bracelet’s box in my hand. I JUST COULD´T BELIVE IT. That had must cost like 1000 dollars! This joke was really getting serious! I stare at Evan in dis-belief looking for hidden cameras.. they must be somewhere! This couldn´t be true!
“So what are you waiting for?” I heard Evan said as he pulled me closer to him. Okay. This was so strange, I would have never accepted anything if I knew he wasn´t joking! Surely I could just run away without kissing him, but I would hate the feeling of owing something to a total stranger, it just felt wrong to so such thing.
I leaned closer, and well then... kiss him. His lips quickly crash into mines and he put his hand in my back pressing us together so I couldn´t back off. I lost myself as this unknown lips were pressed against mines, and as much as my mind was screaming at me for gifting my first kiss too a stranger I didn´t stop until I heard a “flash” right in front of me. One of the photographers that wandered around the hotel had just took us photo!
“No!” I shouted pulling Evan´s body off me. Why the hell had I just kiss him? I looked at Evan with killing eyes, turned around and run towards my room again.
“Nice kiss angel” I heard him shout from the distance.
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“Cece come on, get up!” my mom shouted from the bathroom next morning. I hoped that what happened yesterday was a dream but I wasn´t quite sure about that and I was really hoping I wouldn´t see that Evan guy again. As I left bed I heard a knock on the door and went to see who it was… I opened the door to a man in his 60s with white hair and a elegant uniform, and quickly figured out that he was part of the staff in the hotel.
“Oui monsieur?“ I asked in French, yet luckily he answered back in English.
“Excused me Madame I was asked to deliver this to you” he said handling in me a big envelope. I opened it with curiosity to see a… NO! NO! NO! God I couldn´t believe it you´ve got to be kidding me. A pretty enormous photography of Evan and me… Kissing! Gosh was this guy crazy? Why the hell…
I tried to calm down myself and asked “calmly”.
“Monsieur where can I find the guy that gave you this?”
“Oh pardon fille I am not allowed to tell… I was specially asked not to.” he said guilty.
“Oh no you have to tell me! You can´t deliver me this the way you did, you ought to tell me!” I demanded angrily. And pretty much intimidate the poor man…
“Room 254 Madame but…” he started saying when I rushed to the elevator. He was dead.
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I knock on the door hardly like eleven times till a sexy shirtless guy with messy hair open it… Yep that was Evan just after waking up (probably because of me). He wasn´t wearing a tuxedos now, only some dark jeans and marked bare torso...
“Like what you see?” he said smirking.
“YOU! IDIOTIC JERK HOW COULD YOU?” I retorted angry remembering why was I here for.“Let me make this clear: don´t ever make anyone see this picture again! What would have happened if my mother was the one who received it instead of me?” I finished.
“Wow calm down princess, you got it not her so I don´t know why you are so freaked out…” he said charmingly “and by the way, nice pajama”. Shit. I didn´t acknowledge I was wearing my pink pants of flowers and my big old shirt with a printed stuffed bunny on it. I blushed tomato like and I said with the poor dignity I had left “You… are… so… ughhh! Just fade away or do something, but I don´t want to see that photo ever in my life again!” I shouted at him as I walked away.
Yet the imbecile just shouted back “Going away without a good morning kiss?”
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Teen Fiction“It’s okay dear Cinderella it´s not 12 yet”- he said pulling me closer to him. “Really my name is Cece, umm….” I said kind of asking him his name. “Nice to meet you, Cece my name is Evan”. So he was call Evan… “I guess you have something very imp...
