Traveler of the Sky // Shawn Mendes

Facetime

I sat in front of the Eiffel Tower for a few hours when the sun started setting. I decided to walk to a little French shoppe just off the sidewalk and grab a snack before I go back to the hotel. 

"Oh mon Dieu! Skylar, que faites-vous ici?!" That sounds like Abella. Only she's speaking full french. I haven't heard that since high school. 

"I'm in Paris for the next three weeks! What are you doing here?!" I ask her at the same pitch she yelled at me in french. 

"I work in this shoppe, what are you doing down here?" She asks me. 

"I was gonna go up the Eiffel Tower but I just sat on a bench the whole time just looking at it. You didn't tell me you had a job when we were on the plane," I tell her. 

"I didn't think it would be important! Why didn't you go up?"

"It's only my first day, I decided to not go up the tower just yet," I tell her.

"Okay, well what can I get you since you're in here?"

"I'll take a little sandwhich or something, I'm going back up to my hotel for dinner, so I don't want anything to heavy," I tell her while she starts shuffling around behind the counter.

"Okay, take this and tell me how you like it! It's on the house okay?" She tells me handing me a little bag of something.

"Okay, thank you so much Abella!" I tell her. I walk out of the shoppe smiling. 

"Shylar!" I whip my head around because I thought Abella said it, but the voice didn't have a strong french accent like Abella's. I can tell she heard it too because she's looking at me like I'm about to be trampled. She was right.

A whole group of french fangirls come up to me, at least ten so there wasn't that many. But more than what I would like. They seem to be younger than me, Shawn and Abella. Me and Shawn are 18 and Abella is 17. They seem to be 13 or 14. The way they came up to me with smiling faces shows me that they are nice fangirls. Not the mean ones.

"Skylar! Can I have a picture with you?" On of the youngest ones asks me. She has honey brown hair, with a fair complexion. She has bright blue eyes that look as though they have been untouched by any pain or loss. She has her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. I decide that since there is not very many of them I'll just go ahead and take individual pictures with all of them. 

"Of course! What is your name?" I ask the blue-eyed girl.

"Carressa! Most of my friends call me Car though." She tells me blushing. She speaks perfect English, but she has a soft french accent in her words. Very unlike Abella.

 We take the picture and one of her friends who seems to be older comes up to me and asks where Shawn is. I notice that she has much darker hair, almost black, that falls down her back in beautiful waves, it's very long. She's a little shorter than the other girls, but her attitude and demeanor proves to be much more mature than that of her friends. 

"Shawn as far as I know, is still in London," I answer not taking the smile off my face. They can't see that we hurt each other. As far as they know he is still famous and I was just his friend who left at a hotel to catch my flight to Paris. I don't want to tell them that he told me to finish my adventure by myself or that I left him without saying good-bye. I don't want to ruin any of their hopes they have for their pop-star. 

"Oh, well my name is Annie. It's not my real name, but no one knows my real except for my mother," She tells me smiling. "I was hoping he would be here too. There aren't a lot of pictures of #Shylar ya know," she tells me giggling. 

"Yes, I know. But Shylar isn't real. We are just friends," I tell them reassuringly, when suddenly one of the girls in the back shouts "Hallelujah! I still have a chance!" I just start laughing and finish taking pictures with them. I follow some of them on twitter, because the younger girls don't have twitter. I told them goodbye, and told Abella goodbye again and headed off to find a taxi. 

I finally got back to my hotel and pulled out whatever Abella had put into this little bag she gave me. It looked like little french candies so I put one in my mouth and ate it. It tasted sweet, but not too sweet. They were all different kinds of colors of the same candy in the little bag. I ate a few more and ordered room service. 

"I'd like some cheese pizza, with some aloe water, up to room 808 please," I tell the receptionist who answered my call. I start up Netflix and decide to watch Disney movies again. I sense a tradition coming around. 

I decide to watch Zootopia, and right when Judy walks into the Elephant ice cream shoppe I hear a knock on my door. I pause the movie and open the door. Abella is sitting outside my door with my pizza box and aloe water in her hands. 

"Abella what are you doing here, and how did you know I was staying in this room and this hotel?"

"I'm a fangirl, for one. And all I did was hear your phone call with the receptionist downstairs. So when your food got sent up I came up with it," She tells me smiling. 

"Well, okay. Um, what are you doing here, again?" I ask her. 

"Well, I wanted to know if you would come to a concert with me next week. And if you wanted to have a sleep over tonight, in your hotel room." She smiles at me, a hopeful smile. Poor thing, she probably doesn't know what heartbreak is. 

"Yes I will go to the concert and yes you can stay with me tonight." I tell her smiling. 

I move around the door so she can come in and I hit play for Netflix. The noise that came out of Abella's mouth, after the movie started playing again, was not human. 

"I love this movie! I used to watch Disney movies to help me with my English and I've always loved Disney and Pixar ever since!" She says, very loudly and high pitched. 

"It's one of my little sister's favorite movies. She will watch on repeat all day if me or my mother don't change it," I tell her, suddenly thinking about Noelle. I miss her. I miss my mom. But I'm not pausing my trip. Not until Christmas. 

"Skylar, your phone is ringing," Abella tells me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Who is it?"

I pick up my phone and it's a Facetime call with the one and only.