3 Weeks In Paris

8: Totally Saved His Ass

"Ready ?" Michael said as we entered his Lamburgini to go to the horse back riding ranch.

"Of course." I said.

At this point me and Mariana were in the backseat of Michael's car while Brian was in the passengers seat. Adam asked Zoe out for their first date and they were going to have lunch in some place he says is a surprise. We'll be making her spill the details to us later.

Michael pulled the car out of the hotel and drove away. We passed many stores that I gotta shop in someday.

One Direction's Story Of My Life went on the radio and me and Maria squeeked. What can I say ? They have some good songs.

We sang along and when the chorus came, Michael surprised us by singing along and Brian joining him. It was truly something.

'The story of my life,

I take her home,

I drive all night to keep her warm and time

is frooooozen

The story of my life I give her hope

I spend her love until she's broke inside

The story of my life..'

We sang through the rest of the song and when it ended we all laughed at each other.

"Are we there yet ?" Maria asked impatiently several minutes later.

"No, ten more minutes." Michael replied.

*Two minutes later*

"Are we there now ?"

"No Maria. Not yet." Michael said trying to stay patient.

*Three minutes later*

"Are we there yet ?" She whined.

"No we are not there yet." Michael gritted through his teeth.

*One minute later*

"Are w-"

"I advise you not to finish that sentence if you want to live." I cut her off before I could strangle her.

"Rude." She muttered.

She shut up the rest of the five minute ride, and when Michael finally stopped the car in a very nice looking ranch. We stepped out of the car and walked out of the parking to the big sanded lanes. The place was very unique and it was huge. Twelve extremely long rows of many neatly cut trees were put perfectly and the floor was covered in pure summer sand. Like I said, the place was gigantic. Michael and Brian walked in front of Maria and I, we were walking slower than the guys since we're taking our time admiring the campus we were on. We walked until we reached a bunk, Michael knocked on the door and moments later came out a tall chubby man with a beard and thick eyebrows. He had brown eyes and dark blonde hair that have grey in them. He looked around forty-five or something.

"Oh isn't it Michael Collins, how are you son ?" He greeted very politely in a french accent.

"I'm good Mr. S, merci." Michael said back.

"You got friends with you this time ?" He smiled at us. "Hello I am Mr.Snejerwan. Are you from here ?"

We introduced ourselves and chatted with Mr.S.

"So do you all ride ?" He asked.

"Yes, since I was five." I said proudly.

"I've been riding since I was twelve." Maria said.