Hey I know I should probably work on my other story but I had this idea for a while now and since I'm in Saint Tropez at the moment… Please review, tell what you like, what you don't like. I was overwhelmed with the amount of reviews on my other story "Call me maybe" so please review like this on this story too! Thank very much and enjoy.

I don't like this but: Disclaimer: I don't own victorious! :'(

In this story Beck and Jade are both about 18 ½ and had gotten a role in an action movie. Cause they were both leading actors and the movie had a great success they got high salarys. The last weeks have been really exhausting for both of them so they decided to go on vacation near Saint Tropez in a luxury resort. Somehow Beck's parents resisted to come with them so they made the deal that their parents are stay in their own little apartment while Beck and Jade are in another one.

Chapter 1

I woke up with my head on Becks shoulder. I turned to look out of the tiny plane window. Far beneath us there was the ocean, glittering in the sun light. Beck noticed that I was awake again and smiled at me.

"We're almost there. I think about half an hour and we will land." He informed me. I yawned and stretched. I can't believe we are actually getting out of the states for three weeks. I've never been in France before. Not even near the Mediterranean."

I knew Beck has been to France once or twice. He spoke French almost fluently. His mom grew up bilingual. Her mom was from Quebec and when Beck was younger she mostly spoke French with him because she didn't want to lose that language in her family.

"You think there are any people who recognize us from the movie?" Beck asked. "I don't know" I replied "in Europe the movie is just starting in cinemas." "It would be cool. I mean we always dreamed of this… Become famous and star in movies."

We dreamed for a while and then suddenly there was an announcement: "Please buckle your seatbelts. We will land in less than ten minutes." (A/N: I don't know when you have to do this, I wasn't on a plane for more than 7 years.)

So we grabbed our seatbelts and stayed mostly quiet for the rest of the flight.

In the airport it was hot and sticky. We waited for our suitcases and I was getting more and more annoyed. I needed caffeine. I nudged Beck in the shoulder. "I'm going to get me some coffee. You want some too?" "Sure. I come with you" he offered. "Don't you think I can get one by myself?" I asked playfully offended "Do you think just because we are in France now and I can't say anything for Oui, Non, Merci and Merde I am not able to get me coffee?" "Seems like somebody got a jetlag" Beck mocked me. I huffed "Just come" I ordered.

We finally found a coffee shop and Beck ordered two coffees. It was funny to hear Beck speaking French. On our way back to his parents, uh why do they even have to be with us?, I got more and more tired and leaned into Becks side. He put his arm around me and I placed my head on his shoulder. He kissed my hair.

We got our luggage after an eternity and looked for the place were we rented a car for the weeks of our stay. Much to my pleasure we got a black car and Becks parents a silver one. We drove along the coast and it was really much traffic. I was in a stadium between being awake and sleeping.

Finally we made it to our destination. We got out of the car, Becks parents behind us. Its not that I don't like them, I'm just not too pleased with the fact that they are here and can supervise us. We planned on meeting to eat something at 8 pm and just doing whatever we want till then.

We got to the reception where a very tanned men welcomed us. I didn't understand everything but he seemed to explain the place on a map. Our resort was directly at the beach.

Here were plenty of bars and stuff. Then the man asked Beck something and I was happy I understood this: "Are you two from Canada?" "Well… actually we are from "les Étas – Unis" but I grew up in Canada. My grandma is from Quebec." As far as I understood the man's girlfriend was from Canada too. I don't know why he thinks this interests us but whatever.

I squeezed Becks hand to tell him that I wanted to go. He got it and said bye but not before the reception guy invited us to a drink at the bar tomorrow evening. Great… We got to our apartment/lodge which was, I have to admit it, really nice.

We had a great view over the sea. There were lots of yachts out there. Beck got to me on the veranda and put his arms around my waist. He kissed the spot under my ear. "What are you looking at?" "The yachts. They are like… huge. There have to be really rich people here in this area." "We are in Saint Tropez babe. But why is this impressing you so much? I mean you are from Hollywood. There are villas and immensely expensive cars like non-stop." "I know but when I was younger I always wanted a yacht like these. I wanted to live on the sea. It just fascinated me. This endless blue. It looked like freedom."

I smiled a little but was overwhelmed from a yawn. "Maybe we should get a little rest" Beck suggested. I nodded and we got inside. It was unbelievable hot in here. Beck turned on the air conditioner and got to our room.

The room was painted a light blue and there were light white curtains in front of the windows. The bed was huge and looked very comfortable.

I layed down instantly, pulling Beck right with me. There was wind coming from the window making the curtain flatter. I snuggled into Beck and closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.

I soon drifted off into sleep.