Our Summer In Paris

Same Shit Diffrent Day

*Jay Pov*
I walked downstairs and see a bowl of oatmeal sitting on the counter with a note. I look at the note. It's in my mother's handwriting. Hi hon. Made you breakfast. See you later tonight. Love u. I grab the bowl of oatmeal and dump into the trash. I pull my phone out of my pocket and text my best friends.

J-Jay
L-Lenny
A-Ash

J-Anyone up for pancakes?
A-ALWAYS!!!!!!!
L-Ash. To early.To early.
A-ITS NEVER TO EARLY FOR PANCAKES!
L-I MEAN YOU SCREAMING!!!
A-Well you don't have to raise your voice.
L-*facepalm*
J-so that's a yes?
L-yeah. I will meet you guys there.
A-Jay. Came pick me up.
J-What's the magic word?
A-Now you white ass motherfucker.
J-Be there in 20.
A-YASSSSSSSSS.
I slide my phone back into my pocket and walk back into my room. I put on a blue shirt with black jeans and vans. I grab my keys and lock the door. 20 minutes later I'm at Ash's door step. She comes out and runs over to my car. Her red hair is in a bun. And. She's wearing shorts with a yellow tank top with brown sandals. Her pricing green eyes are prominent in her simple makeup.

"You came just in time. My mother is trying to ship me off to my father." She says as she puts her feet on my dashboard." At least you have a father." I replied. The smile on her face disappears. "Jay. I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean it." I pulled into the parking lot of the diner. "Ash. It's okay. Just because I don't have a father doesn't mean you can't complain about him or anything to do with him. I was just joking."

She looks as me for a few seconds before deciding I was serious. She looks ahead and spots Lenny in our usual spot. She runs out of the car and into the diner. I take my time walking towards the doors. I walked over to Ash, whose already stuffing her face with bacon and Lenny, whose watching his girlfriend in amazement. I ordered bacon and eggs and a coffee with 3 creams and 4 sugars.

Once we all done with out food. We go our separate ways. Ash catches a ride with Lenny. I get into my car and I'm about to pull out. But then I hear a voice. "HEY! WAIT UP!" I turn to see a girl running up to my car. "Do you know how to get to the lovre hotel?" She asked out of breath. "Yeah. Hop in." She looks like she was given a million dollars. She gets in and I can see her face. Her fair skin. Her strawberry blonde hair. Her bight blue eyes.

"I'm Candace but my best friend calls me Candy." Her very IS low and sweet. "I'm Jayden. But my friends call me Jay." She quite for a few seconds before taking again. "So how do you know Paris so well?" "I lived here all my life. My mother was born here. She met my father here. I was conceived here. I was born here. My father left me here." I stop. I couldn't believe it. I told a complete stranger about my father. But yet it felt good.

"I don't know what to say about that." She replied. "My father passed away when I was 12." I paused before answering. "I don't know what to say about that." Then we started laughing. It felt good. Like a weight being lifted off my chest.

We finally get to her hotel. She gets out and grabs her suitcase.
"Do you need any help?" "No, I'm good." She answered. But I could tell she was lying. I walked over to her and took her suitcase. "I said I didn't need any help." She called after me. She finally catches up to me.

"Hello. How may I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked. "I'm checking in." Candy tells her. "Name?" Jillian asked. "Candace Davis." She typed it on to her computer and printed out a sheet of paper. "You are in room 123a.  If you ever lose your key just show this paper to customer service and they will give you a new one." She passed Candy the paper and her key. "Thank you." Candy says as we walked over to the elevators.
"120,121,123. Here we are." Candy states as we walked into her room. It was nothing special. It was like an apartment. "Where do you want me to put this?" I asked her. "Just right there." She points to the little space near the door.

"Well, I should get going. But first." I grabbed one of the hotel pads. I write my name and number and I pass it to her. "Just incase you need help getting around Paris." She smiled. "Thanks, Jay. I probably will use this. Bye." "Bye."

I walked out of her room and to the elevator. I get in my car and drive away. This may be the best summer ever.