"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
"do you wanna go to the top or?"
"can we just stay down here? it's so beautiful and i just wanna take in the architecture"
"absolutely"
i start walking a little bit away from timmy and i stand on one of the steps of the monument
TIMOTHEE'S POV
i turn just to see that gwen is no longer next to me and before I can even start to look around for her, i hear her voice
"timmy, watch what i can do"
i walk over to where her voice called me from and she's standing on the ledge of the tallest step
"hey, be careful okay?" i look up at her and she sticks her hand down on my shoulder for balance but then i move her hand so now she's holding mine "alright i think that's enough balance beam practice for today" i say and i put my hands around gwen's waist and she hops down in my arms "atta girl"
"so what now? tour guide timothee"
"we could go look at the notre dame cathedral and then i think we should head in for the night"
i can't help but stare at gwen as she climbs back onto the moped
GWEN'S POV
i wait for timothee to get on the bike but after sitting on it for a few moments, i realize he's not coming
"what are you doing? come on we need to get going!" i say and he snaps out of his daze, a dumb smile curling onto his lips as he walks down to join me on the moped
"hey, it's a little chilly out. you cold?" he asks me
"a little bit"
before I can say anything else, he slips his sports jacket off his body and places it on my shoulders
"thanks. you don't have to" i say but he cuts me off
"i want to" timmy says as he puts his helmet on and gets to the front of the bike.
i just shake my head and put my helmet on as well
"you ready?" timothee asks and i wrap my arms around his torso in response. he revs the engine and we start out into the street heading for the other side of paris
i start to see the cathedral as we get closer and closer on the moped. we whip around traffic and find our way to the huge church
"it's amazing isn't it" timothee says as we pull over on the bike
i try to think of what to say but i'm literally breathless from the sight of the beautiful structure
"speechless, huh" he nudges me
"kiss me"
out of nowhere i just blurt that out
"i'm sorry just forget it" i say, realizing what i said
"no, no you're fine. you're fine. come here" and with that, he pulls me into one of the most amazing kisses of my life
time stops when our lips are pressed against each other's and it's like nothing has changed since a few months ago when we used to be just as close
"i've been thinking, i really really want you to be my official girlfriend. sorry if this outta the blue just i figured we're in paris, and like we're kissing and things are amazing and i don't wanna lose you again"
"oh shut up and kiss me"
timmy raises his eyebrow "so is that a yes?"
even though this was so entirely corny, he did as i said and kissed me in the paris moonlight, making every dream come true that was born from an unrealistic romantic comedy movie from the 2000's
he pulls away from me and rests his head on mine and we just stand there with our arms draped around each other
"it's really late, i think we should call it a night" timothee says as he puts his elbow out for me to take and weave my arm through
"where are you staying?" i ask him but before he can answer i interrupt him "can you stay with me? if that's okay"
"yeah, i'd love to"
we head back to the hotel on the moped
we take the elevator up to the floor i'm staying on and then i unlock the room with my roomkey
"this is it" i say once i open the door
"very nice place"
"thanks, i designed it myself. i'm not only an actress but I'm an interior designer as well. i picked out each piece of furniture, and each appliance and painted everything with my bare hands" i kid with him
"wow" he says
"kidding, of course"
"yeah, got that"
"want anything to drink?" i ask as timmy takes a seat on the couch
"sure, yeah whatcha have?" he leans back on the sofa
i look around the fridge trying to see what's in there
"uh, beer, rum, vodka, soda, water, tea-"
"could i make us some long island iced teas?" timothee gets up off the couch and i scoot over to let him into the fridge to get ingredients
we sit and drink a few of timothee's specialty drink until i'm pretty buzzed
timothee reaches in his coat pocket and grabs his dap pen
"is it okay if i-" he says
"yeah, we can uh, go on the balcony" i get up and take tim's hand and guide him out the sliding door to the terrace
he inhales the substance and blows it out
"you have, the most amazing view" he says leaning against the railing
i try to think of some sarcastic remark but i can't
"thanks, paris is so beautiful. i'm so happy that i got to come back here"
"me too. happy for you. not that i had to come back here, because i've been here tons of times. ya know-"
"you're adorable" i say and stand up with him against the railing, causing timothee to chuckle slightly
"takes one to know one" he says inches away from my face "can i kiss you?"
"and let all my hints and flirting go to waste?"
timmy kisses me, releasing all the butterflies in my stomach, causing my cheeks to burn with adoration
he grabs my waist and hoists me onto the kitchen island
i feel timothee's lips disconnect from mine and they make their way to the intersection of my neck and collarbone which makes me giggle from the vibrations he sends through my body. he's well aware how ticklish i am
"wha-what" he smirks as he puts his forehead against mine, our noses grazing together as he pushes my hair out of my face "there's my pretty girl"
"dude" i hold onto his biceps "i haven't gotten high in sooo long"
"couldn't tell at all" timothee shakes his head "i forgot how zonked you get. all that giggling. very contagious young lady"
"oh shut up"
"make me"
"i will"
"i know you will" timothee smirks against my lips and then presses his against mine, just a peck. a long, amazing, romantic kiss "we should probably get some rest huh?"
i nod, too tired to mumble anything
"and up we go" timmy says as he lifts me up and carries me bridal style to bed "atta girl" he sets me down on the softest mattress ever to exist in the world
"timmy?" i say noticing that he's not snuggled next to me.
"yeah bub?" his voice is distant so i lift my head to see where he is and he's stripping down to his boxers to climb in bed with me
"nothing" i say, turning in the sheets
"hey" he says when he climbs in the bed with me, wrapping his arms around my torso and nuzzling his face in my neck "what do you think you'll be doing in ten- fifteen years?" he asks me
"uh, hopefully married, kids, living in the countryside of france and visiting boston as much as i can"
"that sounds awesome"
i nod "how about you" i turn to face timmy
"same thing"
"huh?"
"married, kids, all that"
"gotcha"
i place one leg over timmy's body and i place my arm on his chest as i rest my head over his heart. he wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer to his body.
before i fall asleep i feel him kiss my temple
"goodnight"