Last Kiss in Paris

Chapter 14 - There's Too Much (Vodka) Love

Suggested Song: Lose Yourself by Eminem

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better

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Amrisha awoke to grass tickling the side of her face. She stretched out lazily and opened her eyes. There was unfamiliar feel in the air, and she couldn't quite place a finger on it. Suddenly Amrisha sat bolt upright. She wasn't in her backyard. She looked around frantically and spotted her backpack, half open. She grabbed it and rummaged through it. Her phone was missing. Then she remembered. She was in Paris. Pierre had taken her phone and switched it off. And he hadn't given it back to her. He had taken her to lunch. Then, on a whim, they had hopped onto a random metro that took them here. They came to this park and...had a nap? Had they done anything bad? Nah. Amrisha glanced down at her skirt and smoothed it down her legs. She was 99% sure they had just taken a nap. She did, however, vaguely remember Pierre's hand resting on her waist. But where was he now?

Panic seized Amrisha as she got up. Her head and memory seemed untainted. No alcohol, no drugs. Surely those were the events that happened. Her stomach was fine so no organs had been stolen. Yet she did not remember Pierre getting up, and leaving her. Amrisha started to hyperventilate. She was stuck in a small park in the middle of who-knows-where, with no phone and no other means of communicating with anyone. She didn't even have any money on her as her wallet was a part of her phone case. Amrisha groaned. How could she be so foolish? To run away from the safety of the Louvre with Pierre, the most untrustworthy person possible. That was just one of the many stupid things she had done on this trip.

"Boo," said low voice behind her, causing Amrisha to scream out and slap whoever was behind her. "Ow!" the voice said again, much more familiar this time.

"Pierre!" she squealed, slapping him again, on purpose this time.

"What!?" he protested, throwing his arms defensively over his head.

"Where were you?! I thought you left me," she screamed.

"I was just taking a piss," Pierre said, matter-of-factly. "Right behind those trees," he pointed. Amrisha lowered her hand and blushed.

"I thought you'd mugged me or something," she mumbled.

"I would never," Pierre flicked her hair playfully and grabbed her hand. "I was busting, okay? And here's your phone back. We've got 20 minutes to get back."

Somehow, they managed to find the station, take the metro and slip discreetly back into the Louvre in time, where Amrisha recounted the story of the asian tourists to her friends, much to their amusement.

"Omg, I think we saw that group too!" Sophie exclaimed.

"One of them had a 'Hermies' selfie stick," said Luc.

"And 'New Balanciaga' shoes," Buvhi added. "You guys better fill in the Louvre worksheets before we get back to the hotel," he continued. "And no you cannot copy," he added, smirking at Pierre.

"Yeah, try to do that quickly cos we have another worksheet for the Place de la Concorde and Le Jardin des Tuileries," Saige said. They spent the next few hours exploring these sites, and the closer they were to going back to the hotel, the more nervous Amrisha became for her first real date with Pierre.

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"Omg!" Sophie and Amrisha gushed in unison, turning toward Saige.

"Is this true?" Amrisha asked.