Day 1

Maya Matlin was in Paris over summer vacation. Her best friend Tristain and her have been raving about Paris all week and now she was finaly here. She couldn't be more exited.

Tristain had talked Maya into going on a shopping montage to get a taste of what Paris was like. It took a lot of convincing on Tristains part, but he eventually got Maya to agree to go. As Maya waited for Tristain to change, her mind decided to linger elsewhere, particulary Miles Hollingsworth. They had met the day before Maya left for Paris. She wasn't going to lie, he was extremely handsome, but he had trouble written all over him.

It was not your tipical meeting. Maya was pretending to be a pizza deleiverer, trying to get into a concert her friends got into. She came to the back entrance and before she could react, Miles voice rang out of no where. He made fun of her scheme as she wasn't too fond of him at the moment. That was until he pulled out backstage passes.

The rest felt like a blur to Maya.

First she entered backstage with her friends and Miles, then the next she accedentaly spilled her drink on the sound system and BOOM, they were busted. They had to wait for Miles' dad to come and rescue them from 'concert jail'. As they were leaving, both Maya and Tristan realized they had no money to call for a cab and in that instant, Miles, in all his rich glory allowed them to use his credit card.

When Miles did that, Maya actually thought he was a very sweet guy. That was until the very next day, Maya went to his house to return his credit card and later finding Miles jumping into his pool to prove a point to his father.

Maya frankly never wanted to see Miles' face again.

No such luck for his father decided to send him off to Paris with his friend Winston. On the bus ride to the airport, Maya could feel Miles' eyes, hot, on the back of her head. It had permanetly left a mark on her head like a lazer beam was drilled through it.

Now back to reality. Maya heard the door to her dorm click and out came Tristan looking fabulous as always. He was wearing a black fedora with a white striped shirt and white pants.

"Very bright, Tris." Maya commented.

"Oh come on MayaMat. We both know this isn't even close to how much bright clothes I own in my wardrobe back home." Tristan said.

Maya nodded saying, "Definetly not the brightest, but still blinding."

Tristain laughed, "Let's go now! The clock is ticking. We only have 4 hours before curfew." Tristan gave Maya a hand up and looped his arm through hers. "Shopping spree, here we come!"

Maya giggled as they walked out the door and onto the busy streets of Paris. There was many shops to choose from: antiqe stores, clothing shops, painting stores, suveniur places and a whole lot of others. Each shop they entered had a variety of things to choose from. Maya bought small, little, things that held big memories like a minature model of the Eiffel Tower. But Tris, on the other hand, had bigger things in mind, including a ruffly scarf that was made out of peacock feathers and silk. Maya gave him a questioning look before he bought it.

"Are you sure you want to spend half of your money on a scarf? Tris, you need to save most of your money for food and other things that you actually need in order to survive." Maya protested

"Relax Maya. Its only half. Its not even all of my money." Maya looked at him with stern eyes. "And I actually do need this snazzy scarf to live. This scarf will choose my fate in life or death, its that important."

"I still don't think its a good idea." Maya said, refusing to give into her best friends needs.

"Come on Maya. Just take a look at me with the scarf on." He delicatley draped the scarf around his neck. Maya rolled her eyes. "See. Don't I look just dashing? Now look at me with out this precious scarf." Tristan removed the scarf and looked at Maya with puppy dog eyes.

"I do see why you like it, but it still isn't worth it." Maya retorted.

All of a sudden a voice popped out of no where, just like it had that night in the dark alley. "What's not worth it?"

Maya turned around and found just who she suspected: Miles. Maya crossed her arms and spoke, "Why are you here?"

To Maya's disliking, Miles ignored her and started talking to Tristan instead. "Wow! That is a lot of feathers on one scarf. That must be very exspensive."

"I know I know. Maya's already been dragging on about how I shouldn't spend half of my spending money in one day. I don't need another protester to join the debate." Tristan sighed.

Miles had a different opinion though. "No, no. I actually sort of like it in a way. Its very...colorful." Tristan smiled at that. "Can you try it on for me?" Tristan couldn't contain his blush as he draped the scarf on his shoulders again.

Miles' eyes widened and Maya couldn't tell if it was of surprise or of interest. "I know, I look fabulous!" Tristan said, complementing himself.

Miles just nodded, "I can buy it for you if you want."

This took Tristan by surprise. Even Maya was shocked. "What?" Tris replying with a stricken experession written on his face.

"I heard you were about to spend a lot of your money, so, why not I buy it for you. I mean, I have a boat load of cash that I don't even need anyway." Miles stated, making the two gap even more.

Before Tristan could reply with an obvious yes, Maya spoke, "Thank you but no thank you. We don't need your charity case or pity for you to buy Tris that scarf. Why don't you just leave us alone?"

Miles was taken aback by her comment, but nonetheless, replyed back, "It wasn't pity or a charity case. It was helping out a friend."

Miles took the scarf from Tristan and started walking up to the register to pay for it. On the way over Maya said, "Since when were you and Tristan friends? I've barely seen you talk to him."

Miles handed the lady at the register his credit card, then looked down at Maya. "We talked some in our dorm room. Chewy and I do share a room with Tris."

Maya looked infuriated for no good reason at all. "Oh, so now you are calling him Tris!"

The lady handed Miles the scarf and credit card back for he was done with his purchase. "Here you go Tris. I'll see you back at the dorm, yeah?"

Tristan smiled, "Tots be there!" He watched as Miles decended out the door and into the star lit night.

Tristan's smile instantly faded as he turned back to Maya. "What was that just now?" He demanded.

"What? Miles being a douche bag? Don't ask me. I think its just part of his personality disorder." Maya scoffed.

"Are you kidding me Maya? Miles was not being a douche and most certainly does not have a personality disorder!" Tristan pointed out while leading her out the door.

Maya frowned, "You're right. Its more like ADHD."

Tristan moaned outload, "No Maya!" He stopped walking a pulled her to the side. "You are the one with a problem! You were the one who was yelling at Miles for no reason and he was the victim. And why? All because he was being generous enough to buy me a scarf!"

Maya gasped, "Miles was basicaly rubbing the fact that he was rich and we were poor right in our faces! Someone had to call him out. And no, Tristan, that wasn't the reason why I was yelling at Miles." Tristan was about to interupt Maya but she held up her hand. "The reason was that I was angry that he was starting to steal you away from me."

Tears were now coming down lightly on Maya's cheeks. Tristan immediatley enveloped her in a hug and said, "Don't worry MayaMat. You will always be my best friend. Its just that it would be nice to have a guy friend too. Maybe even more than that."

Maya instantly pulled away. "What? It has already been one day in the city of love and you already found it?" Maya smiled, as did Tristan. But Maya's smile faltered after a while, a thought crossing her mind. "But Miles isn't gay, is he?"

Tristan laughed, saying "I am 90% sure he is gay the way he was acting around me." They continued to walk until they were at the entrance to their hotel. They decided to talk about the rest of the details about Miles in Maya's dorm room.

Maya started off by saying, "What did Miles do to make you think he was gay?"

Tristan sat on the bed and patted a spot next to him. Maya sat down in her rightful spot as Tris continued. "So, when I got him as my roomate I was so happy that I started freaking out. I always thought he was cute anyway, but I wasn't sure he was gay."

Tristan took a second to look at Maya who just said "Awww" in reaction.

Tristan began again, "When I walked into the dorm, Miles had his shirt off, of course! A part of me hoped that it was for me and my raging hormones made me blush. Unlucky for me, Miles saw my red tomatoe face and I quickly hid it."

Tristan stopped to smile and giggle, thinking about the next part of the story. Maya was now fully interested and asked, "Tris! Tell me what happened next! I need to know!"

Tris finaly got up enough courage to speak, "Ok. Well, he came up to me and grabbed my wrists, removing them from my face. Miles then told me to relax and that he knows I am gay. But the most shocking part was that he hugged me right after words... without a FREAKING shirt on!"

That was when the two best friends squealed like .

"Oh my god! Tris, Miles might actually be into you!" Maya squeaked.

"I know, right! But he didn't actually say he was gay, but by him doing those actions to me... Miles has to be gay." Tristan confessed.

Just then, Maya's phone vibrated, signaling it was almost curfew. "Well, you better be getting back to your future boyfriend." Maya said.

Tristan sighed of happiness, "I guess I should. Good night MayaMat."

Maya replied saying, "Night Tristan. Have fun dreaming of Miles."

Tristan smiled saying, "Oh, I will." Then left.