Isla's POV
"Ladies and gentlemen, Air France welcomes you to Paris. The local time is 15:35 with sunny skies. Please remain seated with your seat belt fastened and keep the aisle clear until we are parked at the gate. Use caution when opening the overhead compartments and removing items, as articles may have shifted during flight."
I twisted to the side, stretching my back. I let out a small groan, reaching down and feeling my stiff muscles stretch. Damn 13 hours of sitting really sucks. Chatter filled the plane as everyone began to get up as the seat belt sign disappeared. I grabbed the single carry-on backpack I had. Checking the pockets, I had a very bad feeling I was forgetting something.
Phone? no. Earplugs? no. Book? no. Whatever Isla you're just paranoid. After double checking everything, I stood up, wobbling from the lack of use of my legs. My eyes widened as I remembered what I was missing. Passport. Check. It was in my jacket pocket. I waited, not very patiently, for everyone to get off the plane. A young girl smiled at me, motioning for me to go ahead. I gave her the most thankful smile I could muster before walking down the narrow isle.
"Merci,"I thanked the flight attendants as the nodded back at me. I hurried through the tunnel into the airport.
Paris. I couldn't help but grin like a maniac as I did a little giddy dance. I was so excited. I quickly used the bathroom before heading to baggage claim.
I opened my phone and turned off airplane mode. I wondered if my carrier had opened up data roaming so I could use my phone. The flood of DM's and text messages that came through answered my question.
Lil'Nett: did u land?
Saskeez: yo where tf r u
Did ur plane get lost?
Mom: Lmk when u reach :)
I quickly sent mom a message that I'd landed before calling Saskia.
"Oh finally you call. I thought your pilots had some navigation issues," her voice came through.
"Dumbass, that's not possible," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You never know."
"Anyway, I just landed and I'm going to customs," I informed. I spotted my suitcase coming down the belt and quickly grabbed it.
"Ok do you want me to come get you?" Saskia asked.
"How are you going to do that?" I asked, knowing all too well that she couldn't drive.
"Good point," she mumbled. I laughed, telling her that an UBER would bring me to the address.
"Send the location," I said.
"Ok, bye! Can't wait to see you!"
"Me too, bye," I grinned, ending the call.
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"Combien d'euros?"
"18," the driver responded. I thanked him, handing the money over. Customs wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Neither was finding an UBER. My heart skipped a beat as I saw the familiar light brown hair that belonged to my best friend. Linette and Saskia were standing in front of the hotel's registration desk. They were talking to two boys that I didn't recognize. A third boy was leaning against the wall, a cigarette resting between his fingers. I snapped out of my thoughts when the driver handed me my suitcase.
"Oh merci," I smiled, waving as he got back into the car. Nice guy. I waited for the cars in the vallet to give me an opening before I crossed. Running up behind the girls, I slammed my hands on Saskia's shoulders, earning a shriek from her.
"Skatá!(shit)" she yelped, slapping my arm.
"I love doing that," I grinned, giving her a big hug.
"Hey what about me?!" Linette's voice came.
"What about who?" I smirked. "Nah just kidding." We shared a group hug before pulling away.
"Damn sis," Saskia grinned, grabbing a strand of my hair that had grown way longer since I'd last seen her. "Is this real?" she asked, yanking on it.
"Ow!" I glared at her, rubbing my scalp.
"Oops, I guess it is,"she snickered as Linette gave me a sympathetic look. I turned my attention to the boys who were now smiling at our altercation. "This is Mathieu," she said, pointing at the boy on the left. He had dark hair and was dressed in a dark grey shirt with light blue jeans. He had freckles that scattered across his nose that sported a pair of glasses. He smiled, showing off his dimples. I liked him, he was cute.
"This is Yann." He was dressed in a dark green hoodie with black sweats. He had soft blonde hair that would make anyone want to run their hands through it. His eyes were a stunning blue that shined in the light. He winked at me, a smirk resting on his face. He seemed like the class clow sort of guy.
"And that grouch over there is Elliot," she said, turning her attention to the boy leaning against the wall. I looked over, only to see that his eyes were already on me. I nearly drowned in the stormy grey pools of his eyes. They were stunning. He was stunning. His jawline was so sharp, it could cut diamond. A simple white tee and black jeans made him look like a model. His muscles were strained under the thin material. Aye, aye, slow tf down Isla. You've been here, what, 5 minutes and you're already losing your brain cells.
"Enchantée (Nice to meet you)," I smiled shaking Yann and Mathieu's hands, but dipping my head in acknowledgement toward Elliot. I decided to spare him and didn't ask for a handshake. He seemed like a person who didn't like socializing. I was okay with that. His eyes sparked with what I could've sworn was appreciation, but it was gone in a split second. He had a cold demeanor that no doubt scared everyone around him. But there was something about him, something I couldn't place.
"Let's go inside! You won't believe how nice the place is!" Saskia squealed, yanking on my arm.
"Oh- hold on!" I yelped, nearly tripping on my suitcase. This woman was going to get me killed one day.
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