l'amour à Paris

chapter xxxiii

"so- so if you get to the top of the eiffel tower, you can see the whole entire french countryside" timothee says as we stand at the edge of the river

"really?" i look at him and he nods and smiles "no way. you'll have to show me tomorrow"

"sounds like a plan" he sticks his hand out to fist bump me

"pshew" i make an exploding sound as my fist hits his and he echoes my sound effect "this place is just so beautiful"

"yeah, yeah it is" even though i'm looking at the reflection of the lights on the river, i can see out of the corner of my eye that his eyes are locked on me

"what?" i blush

"nothing, nothing. you just look amazing"

"oh, you mean in my couture dress that i wore to a premiere that i ran away from secretly? then thank you"

we keep walking over this elegant bridge that is just so, so, beautiful. there's tons of people still out even though it's around 12 am but no one really cares because it's all just so beautiful.

"I still can't believe we ditched the premiere" timothee says as he walks closer to me on the sidewalk

"i know, pretty badass of us. huh?" i elbow him jokingly

"can-" he's about to ask me something so i turn my head but instead his lips just press against mine

it's one of those cliche kissing moments that only happen in movies except, this isn't a movie. time practically stops as we kiss on the bridge. his hands cusp my cheeks and my arms are around him. it's too perfect

"sorry- i uh" he says when we pull away but i just pull him back in, this time with my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist

i pull away and lean into him, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk through the dim streetlights

for some reason, one song from high school musical 3 is playing in my head. this moment is almost too perfect

'if this was forever, what could be better?'

"gwen"

"y-yeah?" i get out of my day dream and i see timothee smiling down at me. the light reflection of the streetlights making him look somehow even more perfect

"do you wanna see the arc de triomphe?" he says with his perfect french that i could only butcher

"how are we gonna get there?"

"moped?" he looks over and sees the moped rack and two helmets and then looks back at me to see the fear in my eyes "it's okay, they're safe i promise"

"alrighty then" i laugh and we walk over to the mopeds and pay the rental stand.

"i take it you've never driven on one of these before?"

"nope"

"well, lucky for you, i just happen to be a professional. we used to ride them all around the countryside when we came here for the summers when i was little" he laughs and then buckles his helmet on before getting another helmet "here ya go" he places it on my head and snaps the buckle, then pats the top of it

he starts off slow but then we're zooming through paris and i'm holding onto his waist for dear life

timothee pulls around the cul de sac and there's a spot for parking where he pulls the moped into

"and here we are" timothee says as he takes off his helmet to show of his amazingly perfect head of hair "told ya it's safe" he pats my back

"right" i take off my helmet as well and we walk to the monument