Trevor tapped the screen of his phone while Chelsea thumbed her way through the tourism booklet under a green umbrella in the plaza. A waiter had already taken their lunch order and they filled the time figuring out their itinerary for the next few days.
"Well, it looks like it might rain this evening and part of tomorrow. Marseille is getting rain too. The next couple days actually," Trevor said. "And, that building is the town hall."
"I knew you couldn't resist," Chelsea said as she flipped back a few pages in the booklet. "We could do indoor stuff. There's a museum I was reading about in here,"
"Friday is supposed to be okay, here at least. Saturday's even better," Trevor added.
Chelsea dropped the brochure on the table and smiled as she said, "When we were coming up from the train station, I saw some people with bikes outside of a place just outside the park gates. It looked like a rental place. Maybe we should check it out, rent some bikes and tour around the city."
"Bikes. Really? I haven't been on a bike in years. I was like, maybe six or seven," he replied.
"Yeah! I haven't been on a bike in forever, too. But it might be fun," Chelsea said as she handed him the booklet. "Look, there's a path along the canal. Look how beautiful it is. We could ride bikes there. Come on, it'll be an adventure."
"Okay, you're right. We should go and have a look. I wonder if we could ride to the beach. It's maybe ten miles or so. We could do that on Friday, but we should probably make sure we can get some bikes before making too many plans."
Chelsea clenched her fists in excitement and giggled, "I know what in door activity I want to do tomorrow."
"What's that?" Trevor asked with a coy twitch of his eyebrows.
"Shopping!" she replied. "Like you said, I'm not going to hang out at the beach in gym shorts again. At least not without a bathing suit on underneath."
"Okay, so that's tomorrow and Friday? How about I change the reservation for Marseille to Saturday? As for this afternoon, I think we should try to find that Roman Amphitheatre."
"I want to cross the old bridge and see the aqueduct too."
"Sounds like a lot of walking, but I'm fine with that. We should sort of plan a route. Do you have the tourist map?"
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Two Weeks With Chelsea
Teen FictionChelsea has lived at Wellstone Academy for most of her life. Trevor started mid way through the previous year and has held Chelsea's attention captive since his arrival. She is quiet and reclusive, he is quite the opposite. As a two week long spring...
