A/n: Hi everybody! School and softball has been keeping me from you this long while.

Erik: I didn't go to school.

Me: *mumbling* Stupid head didn't have to go to school. Meh.

Erik: You know I could hear that. *pulls out Punjab lasso* Get over here!

Me: Ah! Here's the next chapter! *runs like heck from the angry Erik*

Chapter 11

As soon as we were off the plane, the color returned to Erik's face. I hadn't managed to convince him that nearly everyone wouldn't make a big deal out of his face. His porcelain mask sat upon his cheek as usual and he wouldn't take it off for even a second. I grabbed my carryon and we both exited the Boise Airport. A very familiar car pulled up in front of us and rolled down its window. Cheyanne's smiling face grew even bigger when she saw Erik. "You guys made it!" she exclaimed. "Get in so we can go grab something to eat. I'm starving."

"Thanks Chey." I said, climbing into the front seat. When Erik just stood there, I sighed and shook my head. "Erik, get in please. This isn't nearly as bad as an airplane." Reluctantly, Erik opened the back door and got in without putting up a fight. Once he had his seatbelt on, Cheyanne pulled out and we drove off in search of food. Cheyanne began talking to me excitedly about school, most likely boys at school, but I ignored her. We had been driving for a good ten minutes and Erik hadn't said a word. I looked at him in the mirror to find him holding up a pair of Chey's cheer spanks and grimacing.

"Ewww." Erik quickly put them on the seat and looked straight ahead. When he saw me watching him, the side of his face uncovered lit up like Rudolph's nose. "I-I-I didn't mean to..." he stammered. This made me lose it and begin laughing. Cheyanne looked over at me as I giggled and then to Erik whose face was still red as a tomato.

"Okay you guys, what's so funny?" Cheyanne inquired. I looked back at Erik who had a look of worry on his face and winked at him. There was no need to tell Chey because she'd go on about how girls wear that kind of thing these days.

"Well, I just thought of our time in Paris." I said, settling in my seat. "Do you want know how much fun we had?" She nodded and I proceeded to tell her of our tour of the City of Love. Erik and I had gone to the Eiffel Tower where he told me that it was just beginning to be built when he was trapped. After that, I took him to the various museums and art galleries. Much to my dismay, he informed me of how he remembered the wealthy people talking about some of the paintings. Just when I thought he was getting started, there was a person taking photos in front of the newest addition to an exhibit. I had to get away from Mr. Know-It-All's facts, so I dragged him over to get our picture taken. Erik was still a bit confused of what the camera did, so when the light flashed, he nearly ripped the photographer's head off for 'practically blinding' him. I had to explain to him the technology of cameras and the innovation of the one he knew back in the 1800's.

Just as I finished, Cheyanne pulled into a Mc Donald's drive through. The person asked for her order and she looked back at Erik. "It is time to unveil the most beautifully delicious cuisine America has to offer. This is going to be fun." With that, she ordered three Big Macs, two large french-fries and a medium for me, and three large Sprites. I laughed at Erik's expression as the post spoke to Cheyanne. He's going to have to get used to these kind of things. As soon as we had our food, Chey handed Erik his burger and unwrapped hers, taking a big bite out of it. "Dig in, man!"

...

When we arrived home, Cheyanne said she had work and would be back later. As she drove off, Erik turned to me and grimaced. "That was considered," Erik put a fist up to his mouth and jokingly gagged. "Food?"

"Sadly, it is." I replied, entering our apartment building. "Although, I like to call it 'diabetes on the go'." Erik laughed and waited as I unlocked the door to the apartment. I smiled as the familiar scent of my home greeted me inside. My hand flicked the lights on and I kicked my shoes off, heading straight for the couch where we had enjoyed one another's company on New Year's Eve. Erik was soon sitting next to me.

"So, this is your home." Erik stated, looking around the room, studying each and every bit of it.

"Yup." I answered, closing my eyes and relaxing. It was good to be home.

"It is very quaint. I think it fits you perfectly." he said. "This must be the sitting room."

"Yeah, but we usually call it the living room." I replied. A thought suddenly hit me—where was Erik going to sleep? We didn't have another room and there was no way he'd be bunking with me or Chey. I groaned and slapped my forehead. "I'm so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

"What's the matter, Selena?" Erik asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him and smiled sheepishly.

"I hope you're okay with sleeping on the couch." I answered. "We don't have a spare room and I don't think you'd like to sleep on the floor in one of our rooms."

"That is absolutely fine with me." I breathed a sigh of relief, yet I still felt like such a horrible person. "I've slept on much worse than your couch, which is quite comfortable." Not feeling like questioning him about how worse, I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling. Erik too fell quiet and the room was filled with pure silence. My head began to wander through mine and Erik's situation. It made me think of something quite puzzling—what if there were others who were trapped the same way? Could Erik be the only one who had been under the curse? Do gypsies share the same knowledge of other gypsies?

"What are you thinking about, Selena?" Erik questioned, bringing me out of my thoughts. "You seem... thoughtful."

"Oh, nothing..." He gave me a quizzical look, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly. "Nothing important." At least I that is what I hope.

A/n: The ending of this chapter came to me as I was writing. Does anybody have any guesses on what's in for the plot? Heh. Heh. Heh. Anywhoozles, forget that foreshadowing laugh and review instead. Ta-ta!