Last Kiss in Paris

Chapter 22 - Sisters Before Misters

Suggested Song: Call You Mine by The Chainsmokers and Bebe Rexha
You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?"
And I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight"
Went from one conversation to your lips on mine
And you said, "I never regretted the day that I called you mine"
So I call you mine...

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"Let's go back to my room," Pierre said, leading Amrisha down the hall. They approached the door to room 418, which was slightly ajar. Pierre pushed the door open all the way, and gestured for her to follow. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a floor lamp in the corner. Amrisha noticed odd moving shadows cast on the back wall and looked around curiously, just as high-pitched squeals pierced the air. Luc and Sophie, who had been kissing in the corner behind the door, toppled out into view, looking like deer caught in headlights. It was indiscernible whether or not the higher scream had been Luc's or Sophie's. "Amrisha!" Sophie gasped as she tried to compose herself.
"Um, this is awkward," Luc muttered, a lipstick mark on his cheek.
Pierre laughed and clapped Luc on the back. "Sorry we disturbed you mate. Amrisha and I will you know, find somewhere else to go. You might want to close the door fully." He winked at them before walking out.
Amrisha eyed the two, her hands on her hips. "I mean..." she began, smiling a little. "Honestly Luc, it still surprises me that it took an entire Lil Chan concert for you to ask Soph out."

She followed Pierre out, leaving Luc speechless and Sophie giggling. "Don't get caught by Johnson," Sophie called out as she closed the door behind Amrisha. Pierre was waiting a few metres ahead of her, and as Amrisha ran towards him, he spun her around, pushed her against the wall, and suddenly they were kissing. Though she had kissed many boys before, Amrisha was not prepared for this and almost fainted. Pierre effortlessly picked Amrisha up while still kissing her, and carried her over to a love seat situated directly across from the elevators. Every nerve in Amrisha's body fired up as she kissed him back. They kissed for less than a minute before Amrisha pulled back, though her lips were screaming for more.
"It's too open here," she said, nervously glancing down the hallway, where the faint bass of the party music could be heard. "Johnson could catch us again, or-"
"Yeh ok," Pierre said, his hands still around Amrisha. "You know what? You go down to the gazebo and wait for me, I'll see if I can smuggle some food from the kitchen and meet you there."
"Do we have to split up?" Amrisha protested, pouting her lips.
"It's too risky going together. But, hey, you could go bring a few blankets from your room."

Amrisha agreed and split up with Pierre at the elevators. She went up two floors and bumped into Emanda and Reya as she came out of the lifts. Emanda was comfortably dressed in sweatpants and a fleece jacket, and it was obvious that she wasn't planning on going to the party. She ignored Amrisha as she walked right past, reading fanfiction on her phone. Reya was dressed in a skimpy party dress, but was looking rather harassed and flustered. "Amrisha," Reya said desperately. "Have you seen Samuel?"
"Um, I saw him back at the party," Amrisha replied, recalling her embarrassing blunder.
"Ugh, well he left and I've been looking all over for him," Reya replied, clearly irritated.
"Are you guys...good now?"
"Well yeah..." Reya trailed off, then leaned closer and said in a secretive voice, "Don't tell anyone this, but I only dated Davis because Aliza couldn't keep away from my Samuel. I decided to teach her a lesson by stealing her boyfriend. But I think she's learned her lesson, and Davis is becoming too much for me to handle, so it's time for me to take back Samuel."
"Um, ok," Amrisha said, disturbed. "And is Samuel in on the plan too?"
"Nah," Reya replied nonchalantly. "But it's all g, and I gotta go. Call me if you find Samsam ok?"
Reya hurried off, leaving Amrisha shaking her head.

Amrisha went into her room, which was deserted, and grabbed two blankets and a chunky knit throw from the sofa and her bed. Before leaving, she noticed that the balcony door had been left open, and some leaves had blown inside. Amrisha groaned, put down her blankets, and went over to close the screen door. She stepped outside briefly to catch some night air, and was startled as she heard laughing sounds from the balcony next door. Amrisha peered at the balcony to her right and saw no one. However, craning her neck, she could glimpse the room beyond with its lights on and figures moving inside.
"You're such a kewl kid," a male voice said. Amrisha nearly knocked over a plant pot as she instantly recognised it as Samuel's. She knew it was his voice because he was always talking non-stop during class. Curious as to why Samuel was in a girl's room, Amrisha crouched down in case he decided to come onto the balcony, and strained her ears to eavesdrop.
"How many years have I known you Samuel? How many girlfriends of yours had I had to endure and listen to you rant about? Am I just another one of your fun and games?"
Samuel laughed, which came out as a bizarre hewhew sound. "Aliza, you know you are my number one bestie."
"Bestie?" Aliza's voice replied dubiously. "Um, more like I had to tolerate you for eight years as you became a TC, started smoking, had your grades drop as you became distracted with girls. It took you what? Three terms to get Reya to date you? And then she just threw you away for Davis. You should be thankful that I haven't blabbed all of this to your mum! And may I also ask, how much pot have you smoked today?"
"Barely any, thanks to Amrisha for mistaking me for Pierre," Samuel laughed dryly.
"We can't do this. I can't, I'm sorry."
"You know how I feel about you. And I know how you've felt about me too. You've always been there for me, and now that Reya is gone, I'm not gonna ignore you any longer."
"Samuel-" Aliza cut off abruptly and Amrisha knew what was happening even before the kissing sounds reached her ears. She cringed and hurried back into her room, closing the balcony door as quietly as possible. She grabbed the blankets, and hurried out.