As Tripp, Izzy and Metal Wolf were settling into their Paris hotel room, Tripp turned to Metal Wolf.
"Hey, we're going to go explore the city for a while." Metal Wolf nodded in approval and Tripp and Izzy turned and left.
Once they were in the big city of Paris, they could do anything they wanted. And they chose, before Tripp had to settle the basics of being in Metal Wolf, to go to the symbol of France: the Eiffel Tower. And Tripp, of course, had his reasons. After all, who wouldn't go to the Eiffel Tower when you're at the mercy of the most romantic city in the world (as an opinionated statement), with the girl that you like? Unless you're the worst at making common sense decisions, it was only a smart thing to do.
"I can't believe we're at the Eiffel Tower! It's so much more amazing in person," Izzy marveled. Tripp smiled. Despite her tough, rocker-chic exterior, she was soft on the inside. She had a big soft spot for amazing things, like anyone else…if only she had a soft spot for falling in love with the lead guitarist of a band…
"I know! And we're going up to the top, too," Tripp's statement brought Izzy into a curious gaze.
"We are?" She asked. Tripp turned to her with a smile.
"Of course we are! We can't go to the Eiffel Tower just for looking," Tripp explained, "that's no fun!" Izzy smiled wildly and they then proceeded to the top level of the Eiffel Tower.
Once on the top level, the two gazed down at the city in silence. It was so large and so amazing; but perhaps the most wonderful thing about it was the fact that as you looked out at the city you saw all the romantic couples outside eating fancy breads and cheeses and whatnot, being all romantic. It was like they were all born in a pool of love and romance and they all just emerged with a heightened sense of romance. Tripp moved his gaze to the chocolate-brown haired girl standing next to him, also enjoying the view. He watched how her hair blew in the gentle breeze and how her eyes were so lit up by the view even though she was a rough-n'-tuff rocker chic who wasn't a big fuzzy softie like this. It was amazing how just a change of your location could bring out an all new side to someone.
"I-It's so amazing, this view," Izzy said.
"Yeah, sure is," Tripp said, not exactly talking about the view of the city. Izzy cast her smile over to her friend. Their hands resting on the railing, Tripp moved his on top of her, a rosy blush forming on his cheeks. Surprisingly, she didn't do anything to move it. She kept his hand there. She couldn't believe she was in the city of love with the boy that she loved. Of course, she knew the way he was and she knew that there was a slim chance that he would ever feel the same way, but it was unfortunate for her that no matter what happened to them she would always feel the same way she did now about him. It was almost like a curse. A wonderful, heart-wrenching curse.
Suddenly, Tripp looked over to Izzy with a smile. She gave him a curious look in return.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing, nothing…" He said, not moving his gaze.
"No, seriously, what?" She asked again. Izzy decided to stop taunting her.
"Nothing, it's just that under the moonlight y-you lookpretty…" Tripp started off confidently, but as he came closer to the last word he sped up in an attempt to make it so she didn't catch what she he said. However, Izzy had caught it and she blushed and smiled at the statement.
"Thanks…"
EWW! What the heck was that? It was…just so…not good…anyways, it was just my first. Whaddya'll think? Review!