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Courtney's P.O.V.

A few hours later we reached Paris!
"Oh my Gosh Bridgette, I'm so excited!" I exclaimed as soon as I say the beautiful scene before me.
"Me too! I love Paris!" Brridgette agreed then turned her attention to a nearby cart selling crepes. She plucked one from the cart and handed the man a few cents. "Mmmm...this is really yummy Courtney! You should try one.
"Half of the Paris experience is the food!" I agreed and grabbed several from the cart. "Delicious!" I mumbled and payed for the crepes.
"Amazing you can get crepes at 6:00 at night." Bridgette smiled and turned to gaze at the beautiful night scene of Paris. She pulled out a camera and clicked several pictures of it.
"Is that Geoff's camera?"
"Yeah, he gave it to me." Bridgette snapped another picture of the Eiffel Tower. It looked gorgeous at night. The sky and town was all dark but the Tower was lit up in bright yellow. The city was covered in lights too, it reminded me of New York, the other place I wanted to travel to.
"What was our hotel called again?" Bridgette asked.
"The Joyce Hotel, only three stars because we won't be spending much time there." I answered and pulled out our map to find its exact location.
"Okay, the map says it this way. I'll have us there in no time. I was a CIT after all."
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Duncan's P.O.V.

Ring! Ring!
That was my cell phone.
Ring! Ring!
I really need a new ringtone.
Ring! Ring!
"What!?!" I roared into the phone.
"It's Courtney."
"How are you Honey?"
"I was just kidding, it's Gwen!" She giggled.
Oh. Awkward.
"Wow, you do got it. Not as bad as Geoff though." Gwen laughed to herself.
"Got what?"
"The Missing-your-true-love-thing. You weren't kidding when you asked how long you'd last. Wow, three whole weeks without her."
I griminced. "Don't remind me."
"Sorry. But I got an email from Courtney while she was on the plane."
"And?" I asked desperately.
"Wow, maybe you do have it as bad as Geoff. Maybe worse. You just don't act like a total wimp about it." Gwen babbled. What is her problem today? Since when is she a giggly, babbly, doesn't-care-about-my-feelings kind of person.
"Why don't you tell me what she said or I'll just hang up and go to bed?" I questioned.
"It's not that late. Anyway, she said she was on the plane and she wanted to know how her best friend after Bridgette was and she's fine and there's some kid who keeps staring at her and Bridge. And I think that's about it."
"So you called to tell me all this because?" I questioned.
"To rub it in your face that I got an email and you didn't."
"Well I got a text message. Ha." I hung up and flopped down on my bed. I wonder how Geoff's doing.