Where am I? Wait—cobblestone-paved roads, mimes, berets? I'm standing in Paris. But why am I here. anyway? Oh well, whatever it is, I know Phineas and Ferb are behind it. Who else would be?
I walk down a street—Rue Galilée, I think—and try to find a payphone. For some mysterious reason my cellphone isn't in my back pocket where it should be and I need to call mom immediately and tell her what the two have done. About half an hour has passed and there's no payphone on sight.
Might as well take a break, then. I plop on a bench near the Arc de Triomphe and hear a strangely familiar laugh. I run to where it's coming from and peer through one of the famous arch's post. Is that . . . is that Jeremy? And he's with someone. I hear another laugh, much soft and girlish than Jeremy's, coming from just in front of him.
Oh no. Oh no. I hope I'm wrong in my thoughts. Please. I must be wrong.
I poke my head out a little more and make out the face of Jeremy's little "friend." Brunette, British, and—I hate to say this—pretty. I pull back my head and lean against the post. Keeping calm and optimistic is a harder task right now, since I've heard the words love and yes being exchanged.
Suddenly, there's a silence. I peer through again and couldn't analyze what I was seeing. Jeremy and that . . . that thief . . . they . . . they were kissing! I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to do. In other words, I was paralyzed. Petrified. Shocked.
This couldn't be happening. No, this couldn't. How would it with. . .
Suddenly, all of my thinking has stopped and a bright light is ahead of me. I hear my name being called out. Candace! Candace!
My eyes open as I wake up from a nightmare that I thought was a reality. Jeremy himself was looking at me from above, straight into the eye.
"Oh, Candace. It's good that you're awake. You were having a nightmare and I just had to wake you up," he said.
A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I ask,"Why . . . why are you here?"
"Your mom told me you had a cold and I insisted on taking care of you for the day."
I suppress a smile. "Well, that sounds great."
I never told Jeremy about my dream. I didn't tell anyone. Jeremy wouldn't ever do that. He would never. And I knew better than to mistrust him. Oh well, he's my best catch and I would rather die than let him go.
