Paris (5sos)

"You want chicken fried Beef?"

••Scarlett Jonah Maywell••

"We'll run away, Scarlett, we have the money combined." That's what he said. I was iffy at first, three teenagers running off to Paris for a summer.

But what could go wrong? Certainly it wouldn't get any worse then it is here.

Here in Sydney Australia there was a bunch of crap going on and I couldn't stand it.

Well it would be a little weird if I could stand on crap like ew it would be gross and just like squish under your feet. It would like go into your shoes and *shivers* ew.

Anyway, that's what he said,and that's why the three of us worked hard over the summer, working three jobs making the money to run away.

To run from our pathetic problems. It was a good idea honestly.

So that summer we worked out asses off rarely taking a break.

I had to get away from this place. Sydney was a big town but somehow it felt so small when rumors spread like fire and your parents are the most well known gynecologist in Sydney.

Ew I know my dads a gynecologist. He looks at pussys for a living and so does my mom.

They were disappointed and I had to get away.

So, Luke, Michael and I packed our shit that august after dropping out of school and fucking left.

I won't lie, it was painful telling my parents.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" My fathers loud deep Australian voice boomed making me look to my feet.

"Honey, why?" My mom asked her voice low, disappointed evident in it.

"Mom, Dad, I can't thank you enough but I need to get away for awhile, please." I said my head still lowered.

"No." My father immediately said making me sigh. I wasn't backing out. I'm 19and I need to be independent.

Besides, Luke and Mikey are 20, I'll be fine.

"Dad, please! I can't stay in this damned city anymore!" I yelled angrily tears beginning to swell in my eyes.

"Jo, please don't do this." My mom said angrily making me sigh and hug her.

"Bye mom, dad-"

"Jo you have to face your problems. You can't just run!" My father began, "If you were more responsible you wouldn't feel like this! These rumors wouldn't be a problem."

"Dad stop! They aren't rumors! Rumors are shit people make up-nobody made those up. They're true. Stop saying they're rumors to make yourself satisfied." I spat at him and grabbed my bag as I heard Luke's car pull to the front door and honk.

I took a breath as my mom sobbed and yelled at me to not leave. But it didn't matter. I was leaving.

I needed out.

"Scarlett please don't-"

I turned around to me dad and smiled "Love you guys,be home in a year. Love you!" I yelled and was out the door throwing my bags into the car of Luke's pickup truck. Michael got out of the truck and opened the passenger door for me and I climbed into the middle seat of the truck so Michael could climb in next to me. It was a three seater front seat truck.

I loved Luke's truck, it was amazing.

"You ready?" Luke grinned his curly blond hair pulled back in a head band.

"Fuck yeah."

And that brings us to now, where the three of us sit in a restaurant, the waiter arguing with Michael about what he ordered.

"You want chicken fried beef?!" She frustratedly yells, "that's not a thing!"

I sigh and smile up at her "he wants the chicken fried steak." I said making him pout.

She smiled at me with relief in her eyes and asked, "What would you like?"

So I said, "I'd like the Nutella crepes."

She nodded and walked off after taking Luke's order too.

"You ready Scar?" Michael asked taking a sip of his orange juice.

I grinned and nodded excitedly, "Hell yes. I mean how hard is it going to be?"  I asked before continuing, "It's a year in Paris France, it won't be that hard to find a job since I've been teaching you guys French for the past year and we can get jobs."

Luke sighed "Yeah, and we have a lot of money from our jobs. I mean three jobs around $15 an hour is pretty good each."

"And we worked all summer!" Michael yelled happily, "That's six months only getting one day off a week."

"Well we worked at the movie theater together from 6-12pm and that was like $13 an hour, 6 hours $78 a day from one job."

Basically we all worked at the movies for 6 hours together from 6pm-12pm for $78 from that job, before that shift I worked at Baskin Robins which was like $8 an hour and I worked from 12-4:00pm so I got $32 from that job which wasn't bad and then before that I worked at H&M from 7am-11am for $13 an hour for $52 from that shift. At the end of the day I ended up making $162 a day.

It was really hard but we had to be able to buy plane tickets and a apartment in Paris and a car and stuff.

So over the 5 month summer making $162 a day for 152 days would be $24,642 bucks to spend for tickets, splitting apartment costs and car costs. That's not really a lot of money.

Granted we all worked at the same jobs just I worked at Baskin Robins while Mike and Luke worked at H&M which is four hours each so we all made $24,624 to spend which combining all our money is $73,872 together to buy an apartment, car and tickets and food.

It's not that much.

I took a deep breath after finishing eating, and we split the check and walked out to Luke's car.

I could see students from our collage whispering about me, I lowered my head and sighed.

I climbed into the middle seat as Michael followed and Luke walked around to the drivers side.

I plugged my phone into the aux chord as Luke started the car. Immediately Paris by The ChainSmokers came on and I smiled feeling like my mood fit the song.

I opened my purse and put on my rose gold sunglasses and put on some bright red lipstick and took out a cancer stick from my bag lighting it before clicking my phone open and and taking pictures to post to my social media.

Luke laughs and pulls over, "Want me to take a picture?" He asks and I nods getting out of the car and posting while he snaps a picture of me.

I smiled and posted it to my Instagram.