I've always believed in fairy tales. I remember when I was little, I would always dress up as a princess and stand on the balcony behind my house and sing, waiting for my prince charming to marry me and take me away to his castle. But when I grew up, I learned that men in the real world were total jerks. That is, until I met James.

I still remember the day I met him. I was 10 and in 4th grade. He was new in town, and just like any other boy. I remember thinking he was really cute, and whenever I would be nice to him, or anyone else for that matter, he would always shun them off to be alone. Three years later, one of his friends pulled me aside before class, and told me that James wanted to talk to me after school. I turned around and saw James looking at me, and then turned away. During this time, I didn't think too much about him. It's not like I had a crush on him anymore or anything.

After school that day, I met up with him "So you wanted to talk to me?" I asked.

"Yeah. You know that dance coming up?"

"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"

"Sure!"

So we ended up going to the dance together, and since then we became really good friends. Finally about a year later, we got together for the first time outside school. We decided to go out for lunch and a movie. During lunch, he told me that he started to develop a crush on me and that he wanted me to be his girlfriend. My crush for him that I had had in elementary school returned. As I already said, he's really cute. He has long brown hair and brown eyes. His ear is pierced, and he has this face that looks like he should be a model or on tv or something like that. Anyway, I accepted the offer, and during the movie, he kissed me on the cheek. We've been together ever since. It was four years since that date. We were 18 when the real story began.

James and I had been planning a private trip for the two of us to go to his countryside cabin in rural France once we graduated from high school. He hadn't been there in 12 years, and our parents trusted us.

When we arrived to the edge of the woods, James pulled out some papers showing that we were eligible to enter. The guard made a call on his walky-talky, and a carriage arrived. We entered the woods and pulled up next to the cabin. "Oh my goodness," I said as I got out of the carriage.

I headed to the back to get my stuff, but the driver beat me to it. "Allow me, mademoiselle," he said in his really thick French accent, getting my stuff. We stepped inside, and it was absolutely precious. It was obviously built a long time ago, with all the technology added later, like the tv, refrigerator, microwave, etc. "If you ever need to directly contact us," the driver said after putting our stuff down and pointed to the phone on the kitchen counter, "then just dial star one on that phone." James thanked the man, and he left.

"So," I said sitting down on the couch, "We're all alone for the next two weeks."

"Yes we are," he said, sitting down beside me, putting his arm around me. "What do you want to do?"

"I know," I said leaning close to him. "Let's play house. You'll be the husband and I'll be the wife."

"Alright. In that case, go make me something to go eat while I sit here on the couch watching sports, before we head up to the bedroom to have sex."

I laughed and we leaned closer and kissed. "But seriously," I said pulling away, "How many beds are upstairs?"

"Two. Our rooms are right next to each other. Don't worry. We won't do anything we're not supposed to."

"I know, I know. You're a good boy."

"And you're a good girl." And we continued to kiss.