AN-Here's chapter 2! I don't know any French so I'm using a translator to make it seem like they are speaking the language! I don't know how accurate it is, so I'm sorry if something doesn't seem right.

Joey landed in Paris the next morning and went to baggage claim to grab her bag. Bag in hand, she walked around the airport, spotting a sign with her name on it. She walked over. Standing there was a young man with brown hair and bright green eyes. He smilied at her as she approached and she felt herself blush.

''Joey Potter?'' he asked, in perfect English.

Joey nodded.

''I'm Mark Smith, your guide. I'm here to show you around Paris and be there for any questions.'' he said.

''So basicly you're my babysitter?'' Joey asked.

Mark chuckled.

''You're a smart one. Come on, I'll bring you to your new home.'' he said, leading Joey to his car.

''So, where will I be staying?'' Joey asked.

''With Claude and Jacqueline Brun and their 16 year old daughter, Antoinette. They are so excited to be having you.'' Mark told her.

''Can't wait.'' she remarked.

Mark glanced at her

''Nervous?'' he asked.

''Yea. It's the first time I've ever been away from home and I have some kid showing me around.'' she joked.

''I'll have you know, I am a senior and the highest in my French class.'' Mark said

''A senior huh? So why do you wanna hang around with a lowly sophmore.'' Joey wondered.

''I get paid.'' he said simply.

They glanced at each other and laughed.

They arrived outside a beautiful two story house and the Bruns stepped out. Claude Brun was a tall man, with dark brown hair. Jacqueline was smaller, even smaller then Joey, with light brown hair.

''Ahh, Josephne, Bienvenue à notre maison.'' Jacqueline said, giving Joey a hug.

''Yes welcome to our home.'' Claude said, smiling at Joey.

''I'm afraid I don't speak much French.'' Joey admitted.

They grinned at her.

''Oh it's no problem. We can speak English too.'' Jacqueline told her. ''Come I shall show you to your room.''

Jacqueline brought her upstairs into a spare room.

''Thanks so much Mrs. Brun.'' Joey said, as she began to unpack.

''I will let Antoinette know you are here. She's been dying to meet you.'' Jacqueline said, running out of the room.

A few mintues later, a girl, about as tall as Joey, walked into the room. She had her father's height and her mother's hair.

''Bonjour, je suis Antoinette.'' the girl said.

''I'm Joey.'' she said.

Antoinette giggled.

''Sorry, I guess you don't know French.'' she said.

Joey laughed.

''Not really. I'm lucky that Mark will be my guide.'' Joey said.

''Mark Smith right? He is the cutest senior, you lucky girl.'' Antoinette said, sitting down on the bed. ''So Joey, what are you here for?''

''I'm here to study art. It's a hobby I guess.'' Joey said.

''Well when you are not studying art we will have to traînez.'' Antoinette said. ''That means hang out.''

''Oh, of course. I'd like that.'' Joey said, putting a picture on her night stand. It was one of her, Dawson, and Pacey. It had been taken a few weeks ago.

''Oh, who are the cute boys?'' Antoinette asked.

''Those are my best friends, Dawson Leery, the blonde, and Pacey Witter, the other one.'' Joey told her.

''The brown haired boy is too cute to be just a friend.'' Antoinette commented.

Joey laughed.

''Pacey is not cute.'' she said.

''Ahh so it's the blonde that you are dans l'amour avec.'' she teased.

Joey looked at her, puzzled.

''In love with. You need to learn French soon.'' Antoinette said.

''I thought I was but, I'm over him now.'' Joey told her.

''Well that's good. Mark is the perfect guy. Maybe cupid will strike you with his arrow, no?'' Antoinette said.

Joey rolled her eyes.

After Joey unpacked, her and Antoinette walked downstaris. Claude and Jacqueline were in the kitchen.

''Hello Joey, all situated?'' Claude asked.

Joey nodded.

''Good, Mark will be coming to pick you up in an hour to take you to an art show.'' Jacqueline said.

Her and Claude left and Joey turned to Antoinette.

''What will I wear? I didn't bring any dresses.'' Joey said.

''No worries. I will lend you a dress. Come, let's have you try some one.'' Antoinette said, dragging Joey upstairs.

They spent a half hour trying to find the perfect dress for Joey. They finally settled on a lilac summer dress. As Joey was trying it on, she glanced over at Antoinette's dresser.

''Who is that?'' she asked, pointing to a picture of Antoinette and a blonde guy.

''Ahh that is my boyfriend, Adrien. He is cute, no?'' Antoinette asked.

''Yea, he is.'' Joey admitted.

''We've been a couple since we were only 14. He's lived next door to me my whole life.'' Antoinette said.

''Will I get to meet him?'' Joey asked.

''No, sadly he is visting grandparents for the semister. It is sad, for his grandpa had a heart attack. He will be staying with them to help out.'' Antoinette explained, sadly.

''Joey, Mark has arrived!'' Jacqueline shouted upstairs.

''Good, Mark is here and you look fabulous. Go knock him off his feet.'' Antoinette said.

Joey giggled.

Joey walked downstaris where Mark was waiting. He glanced at and smilied and her before looking away.

''Ok Joey, be back before 11 and have fun.'' Claude said.

''Ok, Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Brun.'' Joey called, as she and Mark left.

''Vous semblez beau.'' Mark told her quietly.

''Translate to English please.'' Joey requested.

''You look beautiful.'' Mark said.

Joey blushed.

''Merci.'' she said. ''That means thank you.''

Mark chuckled.

''It's like the only French I know.'' Joey admitted.

''Well that's ok. I will teach you.'' Mark said.

''I'd like that.'' Joey said, smiling at him.

They arrived at the Art Show and looked around. Mark was able to explain what most paintings meant. Joey loved it. After an hour, they decided to go.

''I wish I could paint like that.'' Joey said, wistfully.

''You will. Ayez la foi. That means ''Have Faith.'''. Mark told her.

''I'm beginning to like this language.'' Joey said.

''Well it is the language of love. You can't hate it.'' Mark told her.

They arrived outside the Brun home.

''Thank you for a lovly evening Mark.'' Joey said.

Mark grinned.

''Glad you liked it. I hope we can do it again.'' he said.

''I'd like that.'' Joey said.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

''Bonne nuit Joey.'' he whispered.

''Goodnight to you too.'' Joey said, blushing slightly.

Mark smilied and walked to his car, driving away.

Joey sighed and lightly touched where he had kissed her.

Maybe France wouldn't be so bad.

She walked upstairs to her room undressed, changing into her night clothes and laid down on the bed. She glanced at the nightstand and saw the picture of Dawson. Joey took the picture in her hands and gently ran her finger over Dawson's face. A weird feeling came over her.

No, I'm not miserable. Dawson's just my friend, nothing more. He didn't want to be. So why do I feel so guilty? Joey thought.

Sighing, she placed the picture back on the table and drifted off to sleep.

There is chapter 2. The Brun family probably won't have a big part in this story so don't get too attached to them, lol. Read and Review PLEASE!