I'd Like to Trade my Sunglasses for a Tiara Please? *ON HOLD*

Chapter 10: Going Home

Michel looks at me with a curious expression while I just stand there with my mouth open. I stare into his eyes looking for something to say. I throw my arms around his neck and give him a passionate kiss. It lasted for only a few moments when I broke away with tears in my eyes.

"We're leaving. . . . . . . tonight," I look down at my hands unable to see the hurt in his eyes that I know is there.

"What?" Is all he can say. I look up into his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes look back down at me and I thought with that look my heart had just ripped into a million pieces. He places his hand on my cheek and wipes away a tear with his thumb. I lean into his hand and close my eyes. I put my hand on top of his. I open my eyes and see the tears that were falling from the eyes of the boy I loved.

"I have to go," I get my phone and stand to leave. Michel still holding my hand jerks me back to him. His arms wrap around my waist, my hands on his broad chest. I look at his brown eyes once more and I could feel the gap closing in between us. The kiss was short before he pulls away.

"Go," he whispers, and with that I turn on my heels and run towards the giant doors. I run down the stairs of the entrance way into the road where the small limo was waiting for me. I jump into the car, as it slowly proceeds down the driveway I look through the window and I see Michel looking out of the window I see a lone tear falling down his cheek his father and mother on either side of him as they watch me leave.

I get back to the hotel and run straight for my room. Rachel and Hannah met me and engulfed me in a hug.

"Jake told us what happen, we're sooooo sorry," Hannah spoke, Rachel just nodded.

"We went ahead and packed your stuff since we didn't know when you were coming back," Rachel concluded.

I give them my appreciation and we get the last of our stuff together and get on the bus. I sit next to Hannah. While Rachel sits in front of us. The rest of the gang surrounds me so no ones asks questions. I keep my large sunglasses on with my pink floppy hat to help hide my face as I silently cried as I watched my sweet Paris fly by me. The place where it is a possibility I could rule over. I look down at my left hand at my ring. I let out a sigh and look back at the window. Hannah takes my hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze.

After two hours of going through customs and checking in its time to board the plane. I sit on the aisle but no one is in my row. I look around me and I see Denise practically in Jake's lap and Jessica is looking like she's trying to seduce Danny. I couldn't help but laugh, I don't even think a baboon would be turned on by the faces she's making.

I send Emily a short text saying we are heading back home, and she replies that I must spare no details. I know she can care less about my trip she just wants to know about Michel.

We finally arrive in Chicago eight hours later. It's 2:00 in the morning and we still have another four hour flight to Los Angeles. I decide to at least try to sleep on this flight. We finally board after having to spend three and a half hours in customs. This is a tiny plane so its three on one side, and three across the aisle. I sit in the middle while Megan and Morgan sit on either side of me. I lean my head on Megan's shoulder and fall swiftly into sleep. And of course I dream about Michel.

Morgan nudges me letting me know we're home. We get off the plane and head for baggage claim, as soon as I pick up my bags I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and sure enough it's none other than my best friend Emily.

"OMG!!!!!!!" We both scream as we pull each other in a hug. She grabs one of my bags and we head for the parking lot.

"You don't even realize how boring fashion actually is when you're not there to enjoy it with," she says as she puts my bags into the trunk of her red BMW convertible. She steps in the driver's side and I literally hop into the passenger seat.

"You don't even know how much I've missed doing that," I laugh as she speeds away. We get back to the apartment in record time. After we get all my things put away she flops on the couch. I sit beside her pull off my shoes and pull my legs under me.

"So tell me everything," She says with a devilish grin. I tell her everything that happened sparing no details.

"And there's something else," I look at her and she just sits there waiting for the rest. "He asked me to marry him." I close my eyes. After what seemed like forever I open one eye and she's just sitting there eyes wide open with her mouth hanging open. I open the other eye.

"Well??? Say something," I shake her. She turns her head to face me and then lets out the loudest squeal. She starts jumping up and down, making me jump with her. She hugs me while still jumping and then starts pacing the floor.

"OMG, we have to start planning. We'll obviously need to go dress shopping and we'll have to figure out who's going to be in it, I mean besides me of course since I'm obviously Maid of Honor. We'll have to find out how to ship all your family and friends because there's no doubt about it you'll have to get married at Notre Dame, it IS royal tradition. What kind of flowers will your bouquet be? What color scheme are we going to use? I'll defiantly have to meet him and figure out what colors will look best on him. Do you want a train or no train? I'm thinking train because it goes for the more traditional princess look, or we can go total 21st century and defy everything the royal family knows and make it short and sassy." She kept this going for at least another 10 minutes til I got tired of it.

"EMILY!" I yell to get her attention.

"What?" She looks like a deer in headlights at my tone.

"I didn't say yes," She looks at me like I'm phsyco and grabs my left hand.

"Yes, you did, don't even lie you have the ring right here." She says still admiring the ring.

"I didn't say yes or no," She looks at me again like I'm crazy.

"Are you freakin nuts!?!? He's the PRINCE OF FRANCE for crying out loud. Why didn't you say yes!?" She screams at me.

"Because we just met, I thought it was a little fast and I didn't want to make a decision because I was leaving. Besides I don't know if I want to rule a country." I look at her sheepishly.

"Ummm, did I hear you correctly?? Because I could have sworn you said you didn't want to be a QUEEN!!!!!!!!" She yells the last word for emphasis.

"I said I didn't know if I wanted to be Queen, I don't have the slightest clue on how to run a country." I reply honestly. Emily place both hands on my shoulders and stands in front of me. She may be a couple of months older than me but I totally win in the height category.

"Ellie, you're my best friend and if there is anybody and I mean ANYBODY who could run a country it would be you." I give her a hug. She's my best friend and I know she means what she says but for the first time ever I just don't think I can make myself believe her.

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hey everyone sorry it's taken so long to upload and sorry about the layout of this chapter. for some reason when i write the story on my desktop it wont space out the paragraphs like i normally do. And I'm just not feeling like people are reading or even wanting me to post. So if you want me to keep going with this story PLEASE comment. I'm not going to post anymore until I get some comments.

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~Tori