It’s late. And I’m in my room. Alone. Kicking myself. Fine, since it’s impossible to physically kick oneself, I am instead kicking my sagging mattress. SLAM.
I didn’t meet Pierre. And I didn’t meet Vlad. After Tommy’s lips popped into my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet Tommy is, and about the look on his face when I ducked during the parade in Paris.
My second big epiphany of the trip was this:
I like Tommy.
Really like him. Did I always like him? Probably not. But just because I never thought of him that way, doesn’t mean he couldn’t BE that way. Maybe the idea just needed time to seep in. Like suntan lotion.
So of course I couldn’t hook up with Pierre or Vlad. Not now, when I know I have real feelings for Tommy.
Which is a bit of a problem. Considering that Tommy barely talks to me anymore. And the look he gave me tonight—it was pretty much open disgust. He hates me. And on top of that, he’s obviously into Penny. And on top of that, he’s still Becca’s twin brother! So even if he forgives me and stops liking Penny, I still can’t go for him. See how messed up my life is?
I hate France. I hate everything French. I hate French songs, I hate French Fries. And most especially I hate French kissing. Not that it matters because in all likelihood I will never do it again.
Oh, crap, now I’m crying and I hear a key in the door—
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
