It's... complicated

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CHAPTER ONE- The Beginning- Tasha's POV J

I could see the tears glimmering in her eyes. My best friend Alia was seeing me off on my educational trip to Paris.

"Oh my gosh Alia! I wish I could take you!" I said, my voice catching in my throat.

"I love you Tasha!" She says, engulfing me in the trillionth hug.

I smiled at her with the tears dripping off both our faces.

"I love you too Alia!" I whispered, I always found that if you said it quietly it would be your own little secret, you and your best friend, your boyfriend, your family, or someone else.

I heard the call for my plane and I hugged her one more time. I blew her kisses as I sprinted to security. I watched my best friend wave at me joyfully. I waved back as the crowd blocked her from my sight. I led myself quietly through security and got on the plane almost numbly. The plane took off. My purse bumping on my lap, I gazed out the window and saw the most wonderful sight. The plane was probably 20 feet off the ground, and I saw a little ant sized Alia waving up at my plane wildly... I wasn't sure if she even knew this was my plane. I chuckled quietly to myself. The boy next to me looked at me like I was crazy which made me laugh harder. I saw that he had cute fuzzy black hair and cappuccino skin. He had brown eyes and was staring at me, probably trying to figure out why I was staring at him. So I quickly averted my eyes. I think I could feel him staring at me, but I was too timid to check. Because we had been In the air for a while I felt it safe enough to check my blackberry. I had four text messages from Alia. I checked all four of them; Hey Tash J I miss you already did you see me waving? Haha lol; and then TASHA!!! U in Paris yet? And then number three Tashie!! I miss you so! Lol! So Ru gonna get some French boys?? Ooh Lala! J And then the last one Tasha! Text me back!! ILY!

I texted her back.. Alia! I did see you waving!! And Idk about the French boys! Haha! And I miss you too!! I closed and turned off my phone just as we were landing. The plane landed smoothly and the overhead came on, dismissing us. I had been sitting in my chair for a long time and when I got up I tripped right onto the boy sitting next to me.

"Oh my gosh! I'm soo sorry." I said blushing a bright crimson.

"No problem." He said coolly. I noticed that he had a slight accent.

I practically ran out of the airplane. I was so embarrassed. But before I left I think I saw his eyes following me. I smiled as I sat down at the Airport Pizza Place. I ordered 3 slices of Pepperoni and ate them quickly. I was on the last bite of the last piece when I felt someone settle next to me. I turned and looked and was surprised to see that It was the guy from the plane. I smiled to myself and I guess he saw it because he grinned at me.

"Hello!" He said "You rushed out of the plane rather quickly. You forgot this." He handed me my ankle bracelet that I have worn since I was a little kid.

"Oh wow. Thanks." I said.

"NO problem. This was kind of an excuse. I wanted to ask you.. Ohm.. How do you say it.. out?"

"Yeah!!! Where to?" I said, maybe a little to jubantly.

"The café by the Eiffel Tower." He said "At one o'clock."

"Okay!" I said, probably grinning like a complete idiot.

He got up, said goodbye and left... after watching him leave looked at my notebook where I write practically everything. I see the scribbled French name of my hotel and I set out to find it. It's called the black mouse. It's a pretty cheap hotel, but you have a great view of the city and not bad rooms. When I get there, I check in. The lady at the counter, whose name is Ayana, leads me up to my small, but deluxe room. I look out at the Eiffel tower and sigh happily. This begins my AWESOME trip in Paris I think to myself. The check-in lady leaves me and the key, so I get up and look in the mirror. What I see is not a happy sight. My large brown eyes are shimmering defiantly and my hair looks defiant too. It's sticking out of its single braid in large black clumps. I rub my forehead which has dirt on it off, and I notice that my sticky lipstick has hair sticking to it, and I look like a complete crazie. I rubbed my eyes, which in return smeared black mascara and eyeliner around my eyes and on my nose. Crap. I think. NO wonder the boy was grinning at me. Then it occurred to me that I didn't get his name. I think of the exciting date tomorrow with him. I yawn and get in the luxurious hotel shower. I make sure to use most of the shampoo and soap, because who cares? The housekeeper will refill it tomorrow.