Cece stared out the plane window as it started to descend.
A week in Paris.
The city of love.
Cece looked over at Rocky, who just woke up, rubbing her eyes.
Two rows behind them, sat Deuce and Ty, who were both fidgeting with their phones.
All Cece could think was, A whole week with some of my most favorite people in the world, in Paris. This is going to be an amazing trip. Taking a break from drama, and just enjoying ourselves. Oh and Ty-
Cece smiled. Ty. Oh her sweet and cute wonderful boyfriend. Cece's face had a dreamy expression as she repeated the word in her mind over and over again.
"Cece! CECE!" Cece jumped, hitting her elbow on the arm rest.
Rocky shook her head. "Thinking about Ty?"
Cece stayed quiet for a moment, refusing to swoon. "Thinking about Duece?" She ask, cleverly.
Rocky turned her head away, blushing.
TWO HOURS LATER
Cece stumbled into the hotel room, exhausted. It had taken them forever to get a cab, and once they did, the driver only spoke French.
Ty came into the room, unlike Cece, full of energy. Wearing his cute black hat, he reached down and pulled Cece up from the chair, embracing her into a hug.
She groaned. "Don't tell me we're going out. Can't we sleep? I'm airplane lagged."
Ty chuckled. "Jet lagged."
"But we took an airplane not a-"
Knock knock.
They pulled away, walking over to the door. As Cece pulled it opened, her face turned red.
"Hey, Cece, remember me? John?"
Ty's expression turned sour, remembering exactly who John was.
"Hii..." Cece said cautiously, looking towards Ty.
Ok, Cece thought, scratch that. Drama just follows me everywhere, whether I, or Ty, she added, staring up at him, like it or not.