The sky was so bright when we walked out of the small taxi. Chewy and I were in one with a few other people. I looked over and saw Maya, and Tristan. Jaw dropping at the sights of Paris, France. I shrugged at sights. I've been to Paris a few times, because of dad's campaign parties. "Time to look for some French girls, Chewy." He rolled his eyes. "Maybe we should unpack first." I groaned. Even if he was right. We got our stuff out of the trunk, and headed into the hotel.
I set up my stuff on my bunk of the bed. The top bunk. That kid Tristan had the bottom, and Chewy had a single bed. Chewy and I were joking around while we were getting dressed. I was in my boxers. I noticed Tristan looking at me, or a little lower at my abs. "Take a pic, it lasts longer." I teased. "Oh, I'm not looking at you. I'm looking at-" I knew what he was doing. "My abs?" He shook his head. "No, I'm thinking about my girlfriend." Winston and I looked at each other, and smirked. "Who's that?" Chewy asked. "Maya, is my girlfriend." He grabbed a hold of her. She looked confused at him. "Right, babe?" She put on a fake grin. "Right, honey bunch!" Tristan didn't pass as straight for a second. And we all knew it.
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Teen FictionMaya is still grieving over Campbell. She tells her story about how she dealt with it. And the other story of meeting another guy, named Miles Hollingsworth. (Cover made by me)
