Summertime in Paris

Le Village

"you're cold and I burn,
I guess I'll never learn."

~The Village~

I checked the time on my laptop before pressing play. It was 12:30 pm and I was watching a documentary called 'Knock Down the House'.

For some reason, I couldn't sleep. After getting the tattoo, I spent the whole day calling all of my friends and showing it to them.
I hadn't even changed my clothes.

My phone vibrated. It was a text message from Logan.

Logan: "You up?"

I paused Netflix to text him back. I don't do that for a lot of people.

Laura: "Maybe I should block you..."

Logan: "You can't block me in real life😉"

He barged in my room before I had a chance to reply.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"I was hoping to catch you naked." He explained, pouting.

I stared at him weirdly. "That's disturbing."

He hopped on my bed. "Whatchu watching?"

"A documentary about a congresswom-"

"Boring."

I sighed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want-" He started but I could tell from his tone that I wouldn't want to hear it.

"You know what? Don't answer that."

"Good idea." He smirked.

"Now leave."

He got up and took my hand, dragging me from the bed. "You're coming with me."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know." He stopped walking. "Let's just get in the car and drive. Paris is gorgeous at night."

I love that idea.

"I'll change." I grinned.

I turned around but he pulled me back. "Let go of my hand, dumbass."

"No. Don't change, you're fine." He whined. "Please, I don't want to wait three hours for your ass."

"I won't be-"

He shushed me. "You coming or nah?"

"But it's cold, I'm wearing-"

"It's not cold in the car." He left.

"Wait for me." I yelled, running after him.

What has gotten into him?

When I got in the passenger seat he was already settled in and ready to go.

"You piss me off so much sometimes, ugh!" I said, angrily.

He started the car. "It's always a pleasure."

Shortly after, my anger was replaced with excitement.

I love car rides, and especially car rides in Paris.
Everything was beautiful, even random people doing random things. Because it was Paris.