25 - Wish you were... - pt.2

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Continued Chapter Eight

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Continued Chapter Eight...

Her parent's lake house is an adobe styled one floor home

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Her parent's lake house is an adobe styled one floor home. It's not directly on the lake but less than a mile away. The backyard is modernly designed and has a pool overlooking the lake and the mountains. I can't believe her parents have a place like this and don't just...live here.

"You like?" Ari calls.

I'd been looking out at the backyard from the glass sliding doors.

"I love it." I turn around. She is on her laptop.

"What'cha ya working on." I walk over to see her screen.

"I brought this to play the music through the built-in speakers. I also wanted to ask you a favor." She turns the screen towards me. It's an airline's webpage. Why was she showing me her miles? She had a ton.

"Go to Paris with me." She says. It's not a question, but one of her statements. I'm about to say I can't afford to. "It's the birthday gift my parents got me. They also got me a spare ticket for a friend? You have a passport, right?"

"Uh..." I'm speechless and also grounded.

"Ari, I'd love to go but I'd have to ask my mom."

And my dad. I spent a part of my summers with him. And I'd been hoping to spend the rest with Cameron.

"Would she really say no to a free trip to France?" Ari asks.

Truthfully, no. My mother loved to travel, but that was before I was in trouble.

She says pleadingly, "Come on, it's my birthday gift to you. And going would be your gift to me? Please, it's only a month."

A month in France with Ari. Sounds like more fun than I could imagine. And if it wasn't the entire summer, my mom said I was only grounded for two months. I bet I could convince her to end it early. And I'm sure my dad wouldn't mind me skipping one summer.

I give her a big smile and say. "I'd love to."

"Excellent!" Then she clicks on her computer and smiles at me mischievously. A small ding comes from my pocket. I pull my phone out. I have an email from an airline. I open it. It's an electronic plane ticket.

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