Skylar's POV

It's hard to believe that it has been more than 6 years since I moved to Paris. Since the year my life changed forever. Since the year I met Tristen Kingsley.

Our relationship has only grown since the day we met. I don't remember one moment since that day that I ever began to stop loving him. He's the reason that I smile 24/7. He's the main reason that I am who I am.

My alarm clock buzzes next to me and am surprised by a sudden opened window, the sun shining through and hitting me directly in the face.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead!" I hear Alya squeal from across the room. Marinette starts to shake me by my shoulders. I flip over with groan and hide my face deep inside my pillow. They've been my roommates sense the very beginning.

"Come on! You have to get up! Something special might happen today and you'll sleep right through it if your not careful!" Marinette says with a hum.

Today was an off day for all of us, so I don't know why they were both up so early and wasting their time trying to get me up.

"Oh look! Tristen is right outside the door!" I hear Alya say and I immediately sit up. He can't possibly see me like this! I get up and run towards the bathroom.

I hear giggles from both of them. My mind finally clicks as I remember him telling me that he was going to be in town today. I run back to my bed and grab all of my pillows, quickly throwing them at their faces.

An intense pillow-fight later, I am finally up and ready for whatever fun surprises they might have in store for me.

We hop into Alya's bright orange Jeep and she drives us to my favorite cafe. We walk in and I see the terribly long line.

"Looks like they're busy," I say with a frown and I turn around to leave. Marinette stops me and and points to a table with our regular coffee's along with a dozen macaroons.

"Wait... what?!" I say, watching them walk over to the table. Alya grabs my hand and pulls me along with her.

"Did y'all order before hand or-" I stop mid-sentence as I spot a note beside my coffee.

"My Precious Sky, I wish that I could be there to tell you this myself. I hope you enjoy the breakfast I got for you and your friends. I have a few surprises I want to give you personally. I hope you have an amazing morning and I will see you soon. I love you, mon ciel -ton ours"

A fuzzy feeling fills my heart and I hug the note to my chest. Did I already say that I love that boy? I put the note in my bag and we laugh as we enjoy our coffees and macaroons.

We start walking back to the car and I hear my phone ding, signaling me that I have a new message. It was surprisingly from Professor Armstrong. I think back to when me and Tristen would help him with anything at least once a week after school.

"Hello my dear Skylar. Could you possibly come visit me at the school real quickly? I really miss your help and I would love the company -Professor A"

They drop me off at the high school and I walk around the weirdly empty halls. The last time I checked, it wasn't a holiday. Then where is everyone?

I walk into his room... and to my surprise I see Tristen holding a heavy box up for Professor to grab from his ladder. He hands it to him and looks at me, giving me the most gorgeous smile.

Tristen helps Professor down and walks over to me. He takes my hand gently and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

"Want to paint?" he asks me, surprising me with a wet brush to my nose. We laugh as I grab a paint brush and dip it the paint, ready to run after him.

After a short fight with the brushes, we sit down and start painting. I keep trying to peak over at Tristen's canvas, but he playfully tells me to look away.

After we both finish, he finally lets me look at it. My heart starts to have that fuzzy feeling again. It had a cute couple on a roof of a house laying on their backs, holding hands and pointing up at the sky. It spelt Sky amongst the stars. It's not hard to tell that the boy and girl in the picture is us.

I smile out of control and feel my cheeks start to heat up. He leans down and kisses both of them before kissing me lovingly on my lips. We sit down on the floor and I grab his hand before leaning my head on his shoulder.

Professor comes up to us holding what looked to be a broken skateboard and guitar. We smile at each other and soon get to work.

Because of my experience with skateboards in the past, we are able to revive it in less than an hour. We are now on to the guitar.

"Did you used to play, Professor?" I ask him as we start to mend it's strings.

"But of course!" he says before doing an air guitar pose. We both laugh and mimic him with our own air guitars.

As soon as we finish, we fall to the ground in exhaustion. Professor chuckles at our dramatic scene. We sign our names on the special guitar.

"Do you want me to teach you how to skateboard?" I asked him. He nods with the most dorkiest smile ever. I laugh and grab the skateboard and drag him outside.

I get on the skateboard and to give him a visual. I stand on the side of the skateboard and he puts his hands on my shoulders. I walk beside him as he slowly starts to move.

After a few tries, he's up and moving by himself. Professor A appears with another skateboard in his hands. He insists that I take it and we ride around the next few blocks together.

I smirk and surprise him with a 360 trick. I look up at him and blush as I see his shocked expression. He's really too cute.

"Want me to teach you?" I ask kindly.

"Nah, I'd fall flat on my face for sure," he says, stopping the board. "What else you got to impress me?"

I do a pressure late under laser, 540 pressure and the extremely hard 720 flip. I bite my lip and blush, feeling eyes on me. I hanging my head and shoulders as I continue rolling.

I hear a sudden board hit the ground and footsteps quickly coming closer to me. A warm hand grabs mine and the other wraps around my waist, pulling me off the skateboard.

I laugh as he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I look at his gorgeous face and see a humongous smile. I kiss him softly and he puts me down gently.

We grab our skateboards and he grabs my hand, pulling me back into the school. Professor welcomes us back, putting down a chair in the middle of the room. I look towards the back of the room and notice a big colorful curtain.

Tristen gestures for me to sit down in the chair. I look at him with a confused look.

"You'll see," he says. I oblige and sit down in the strange chair. "And could you close your eyes for a moment?"

I smile and close my eyes. I hear small footsteps and whispers here and there. I suddenly hear a sweet guitar solo going on somewhere in the room.

Professor A comes up behind me and puts his arms on my shoulders. "You can open them now."

I cautiously open my eyes... and I swear my heart stops beating for a whole 10 seconds.

There, standing on the stage... is the boy I love with all of my heart, beautifully strumming the strings of the guitar we fixed together just a few moments ago.

The curtains rise and all of our friends from high school appear out of nowhere, happily playing their own instrument. I smile out of control at the unbelievable scene in front of me.

But oh my dear lord... his voice singing to the song is just perfect.