Meet Me In Paris ON HOLD

Chapter 6

*MMIP Chapter 6*

~Natalie's POV~

"Woah!!" Skye beamed, "this is awesome!!" Watching with a smile as Skye ran over to my lamborghini, I giggled as she, gently, started stroking it.

"You be careful," I playfully scolded, "You hurt my baby, I hurt you..." I scowled then smiled, whilst strolling closer to my drivers side.

"Can I drive?" She asked looking like a exited puppy. I looked at her like, 'Girl you serious? This is my ride, you take shotgun.'

"Nope." I smirked popping the 'p', but then watching as Skye rushed into the side she was closest at, me giving her a strange look as I got into the drivers side; opening the door before stepping in and starting the car.

I turned around to Skye, her pride all gone -now- looking at the dashboard in front of her and then to the steering wheel at my side with a sad puppy-dog face.

"What's up?" I asked with a smirk, "thought you could beat me to the driver's side?" I laughed as she broke a bit of an embarrassed smile.

"Back home, the steering wheel is on the left!" Skye gushed as I turned on my music and put it on shuffle.

"Get over it," I winked, "I made sure to tell my Aunt Marie that we're visiting her café in Central Paris!"

It was the best café in Paris to me! It had everything, comfy sofa chairs, candles, old fashion lights, cakes, sandwiches, coffee, tea; everything was perfect in Marie's.

"Food?" Skye's head shot up at the mention of 'café'. She's always been that friend. You know the one everyone is jealous of because she eats like a pig and puts on the weight of a feather. I envy that a lot.

I nodded, watching her lips part and I swear noticed some drool, before she rushed trying to clumsily put her belt on in two seconds tops.

"I'm ready!" She stated making me chuckle as I turned on the ignition before ever-so-carefully, placing my foot on the almost touch-sensitive accelerator.

As we pulled out of the airport, Skye smiled widely, "You know, this is already the best birthday present ever!" I shone with happiness, as I spoke back, "Then this'll make it even better!" I exclaimed, drifting around a corner before we were out of the airport completely, now driving on the highway.

I rolled our windows down, before changing the gear up one by using the small flicker at the side of the steering-wheel. I added more power gradually to the accelerate, while continuously changing to gear up, before we were charging down the highway at ninety-miles-per-hour.

"Whooooooooooo!!!" Skye screamed her hand out of the window making wave motions, as I smiled happily watching ahead of me!

"This is amazing!" She spoke loudly so you could hear her over the wind.

As we drove around Paris I couldn't help but notice the way Skye's eyes would light up when she saw something cool. This was so unreal to me. My best friend for six years was sitting next to me in my car instead of on a screen. She didn't look much different then when on screen. But I must say she definitely was smaller then me in person then I imagined.

My eyes widened as I heard the very familiar tune come on. Skye looked over at me smiling wide as we both screamed

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!!" We screamed as Skye waved her hands; I waving one since I was driving.

"THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED!" We screamed in sync.

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By the time we had parked outside the café, I'd realised that they don't say the French are proud drivers for nothing!