Aly's POV
"Umm..." I say. I hate when people stare at me. I didn't know where I wanted to go.
"Well... we can't be here forever," Riza looks at me.
"France... I want to go to France," I say. Everyone looks at me.
"What?" I question.
"Why do you want to go to France?" Damien asks. I look at him like he was crazy.
"Don't you remember? When we were kids, I wanted to go to Paris," I say.
"I... oh yeah! That was when you lllllllllllllllllliked me," he rolls his tongue.
"Actually, you thought that. And that moment was only five minutes before we fought, I took your juice box and made it look like you peed in your pants," I tell him.
"That was the worst day of my life. I lost my girlfriend and was laughed at by my next girlfriend," Damien looks away.
"That's nice," Riza says sarcastically. "France it is."
"France?!" Cleo says surprised. I'm guessing she just left Cloud Shwiney. "Paris is the city of love! Lights, the Eiffel Tower, shwiney things! It's paradise!"
"Well, let's get a move on," Alagretto says. We take off and left behind the islands known as Hawaii. Laters, Honolulu.
FEW HOURS LATER ON EUROPE TIME...
"We're here!" Cleo shouts. She jumps out of the plane and looks around. I have never seen such a big smile on her face before.
"Slow down princess," Damien says, walking down the steps.
"Princess?" Riza eyes him.
"Those two made a staring contest bet and Cleo won so now Damien has to call her Princess the whole time we are in France," Algretto says, next to get off the jet.
"That's dumb. I would have made him do something horrible," Dimitri says. Once we are all off the plane, we stand in front of the Eiffel Tower and have a man take our pictures. Then we eat at a fancy French restaurant and lay down in the grass in a park.
"We will split off in pairs for now and meet up in front of the Eiffel Tower in 3 hours," Riza stands up.
"Sure! I'll go with Cleo," Damien says.
"Getting lovey-dovey huh?" Dimitri sneers.
"Shut up. It's for the dumb bet," Damien walks off, Cleo following.
"Well, I will take Riza," Algretto says.
"We all know where that's headed!" Damien calls as he walks away. I knew he heard Alagretto. Alagretto's face turns red and he takes Riza's hand and walks away.
"I guess it's you and me," Dimitri says.
"Sure," I say. We walk along this bridge and I stop in the middle. The stream of water under us flowed quietly to freedom in the ocean. It seemed pretty nice.
"Aly, I..." Dimitri starts.
"Who am I to you?" I ask.
"A best friend," Dimitri says.
"I'm just a friend to you?" I ask, facing him.
"Well. To be honest, I don't know," Dimitri stuffs his hands in his pocket. I sigh.
"I guess the moon does give answers," I stare at the sky.
"What do you mean?" Dimitri asks.
"When I look at the moon, most of the questions clouding my mind are answered. I asked the moon what was I to you and I got an answer," I explain.
"Well, I do think of you as my best friend," Dimitri looks away. I smirk.
"I know. That's all considering how many times you kissed me," I say.
"Ya lyublyu tebya Elison..." Dimitri faces me. I do love you Alison. I didn't know what he said. I hate when he talks in Russian.
"Whatever," I walk off.
"Aly!" Dimitri calls. I run around the fountain and through the city. I some how end up in an alley. I stop and breathe.
"Where am mmmmmmmm," I mutter. Someone's hand was on my mouth. I felt a sharp pain on my arm and I fell on the ground.
"We got her," a man says. FBI? Ugh.
Damien's POV
I walked with Cleo around the city. She oooooes and awwwwes at everything. She dragged me places to go.
"Cleo wants to get a picture painted!" she exclaims, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the man in the park.
"Can Princess Cleo and moron get our picture painted?" Cleo asks.
"Hein?" the man says. I sigh.
"Pouvons-nous obtenir nos photos prises?" I ask. Can we get our picture painted?
"Oui monsieur et madame," the man replies happily. Yes mister and miss. Cleo and I sit down and look forward.
"Vous avez besoin de se rapprocher," the man motions his hands closer. You need to get closer. I scoot over towards Cleo and she puts her head on my shoulder.
"Parfaite," the man starts painting. Perfect.
It was quiet for sometime and the man finally finished. He showed the picture to us.
"Awesome!" Cleo says. The man wasn't bad with painting skills. I smiled. I put 50 euros in the man's pocket and walk away with the painting.
"Est-elle votre copine? Une fille mignonne puissante. Vous êtes un garçon chanceux," the man tells me. My face turns red. Is she your girlfriend? A mighty cute girl. You are a lucky boy. It was just a misunderstanding...
Soon, a lot of people who passed by were asking me the same question. Who is she? Is she your girlfriend? This boy even asked me was she taken. Are you serious? We stood at the bridge. Cleo stood on the rails of the bridge and spread her arms out. I have to admit the breeze felt nice right there. I held her waist so she wouldn't fall. This girl could be so...9. But that was fine. When she got down and faced me, I kissed her.
Dimitri's POV
I saw them from behind the tree. Wow...I turn around for one minute, the next I'm looking at two lovebirds who happen to be my friends. But I saw them. Cleo and Damien. I wonder how long it will take for the news to go around. But I'm no the one who's gonna spread it around...

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The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.
Random***UNEDITED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** 6 kids The government Several Murderers And the fight for survival This is the Specially Talented Force Riza never wanted any of this. She just wanted a life different from the one she has now. Aly wanted a...