A/N: So, do you guys really want to know what happened in July 4?

Day 22: July 23, 2010

Max POV

Those three days in Paris were the best three days I have ever had.

Well, duh.

I get to spend those days with the most handsome guy I have ever met. Or probably the whole world? Who cares? He's handsome!

Also, I get to spend them in Paris. The city I have always wanted to go to.

Which is also kinda ironic in some way, since Paris is the City of Love- or something like that- and Fang and I are "dating." I just realized that when I got back.

Ahem. Like I was saying. The best three days of my life!

I saw Mona Lisa and made funny faces with her; I went to the top of Eiffel Tower with Fang and saw Paris light up as the sun sets like Christmas lights.

Sigh. . .

I remember the night so clearly that it makes me gag every time I remember it. Like now.

"Wow. . ." Fang whispers.

"What do you think, Fang?" I didn't glance at him and I keep my eyes at Paris.

"It's. . . beautiful." I felt his dark gaze on me.

"Yeah. It is beautiful. And that's coming from the girl who never describes a noun beautiful." True, true, true.

For whatever reason, I find Fang's hand and I hold it tight.

"Fang, I want a picture of me pointing down at Paris. Where's my camera?" I look at my bag. WHERE IN THE NAME OF GOD IS IT?

"In the hotel?"

"Huh?" I look up at him in shock.

"You forgot it. You were too excited."

SHIT! "Damn it! Do you have yours?"

He nods and takes it out of his pocket. But his camera falls because someone bumps him from behind.

"I'm sorry!" says a girl in blond pigtails. "I'm really sorry!"

Fang went on all-fours and pick the camera up. "It's OK. It's out of battery, anyway."

"Can I make it up to you? I'll take a picture of you and your girlfriend." Girl what? I look oddly at the girl.

I pretended that nothing happened in front of me. "Is something wrong?" I ask Fang.

He shows me his camera. "My camera died."

I tsk-ed at him. Then, the little girl tugs on Fang's sleeve. "Can I?"

"Can she what?" I ask innocently at Fang.

"She's gonna take a picture of us."

"Really?"

The girl takes out her Polaroid PoGo Instant Digital Camera and she starts to bark commands at us. She's what? Eleven? She's like a drill sergeant!

"One. . . Two. . . Three. . . Smile!"

"Here," Fang hands me a photo. I look at it and I saw the two of us in each other's arms.

"Why are you giving me this?" I continue to look at the photo. It look so unreal; Paris and its twinkling lights behind us, Fang's arm around my waist, and my head on his shoulder, as if it's most natural thing in the world. And he's smiling, for crying out loud!

"Because I already have a copy?"

"How?" My mind is still in thinking-mode.

"I asked the girl to print another copy?" Fang's answer is so obvious that I suddenly felt stupid.

"Oh. OH! Right! Aren't we leaving tonight?"

"Yeah. We should go back and get out suit cases."

I nod in agreement. I clutch the photo tighter in my chest. "Or else we'll miss the plane, right?"

He nods.

So we leave the Eiffel Tower and drive to the hotel. We are again greeted by the flirty French woman, and like always, Fang ignores her flirtatious acts and remarks. The French woman glares at me. I just look at her in disinterest.

We arrive at our room and gather our suit cases.

"I'm gonna miss this room. . ." I mumble silently.

"Oh, yeah?" Fang teasingly replies.

I smack his arm playfully. "Yeah. . ."

"I will never forget that night. . ." Fang sighs in dramatization.

I roll my eyes. "Shut up. And not one word about it." I leave the room to the hallway. Fang locks it behind him.

"How can you just forget?"

I blush. "I didn't! And can't! God, that night was very embarrassing!"

Fang nods. "I like the way you said it to me, though."

I whirl to glare at him. He's grinning ear to ear, and flashing his white teeth. "I said not one word about it!"

He holds up his hands. "OK, OK. But if you want-"

"NO!"

Fang laughs.

As we drive to the rental car place, I look out the window.

The famous tourist sites are getting smaller and smaller as we get farther away from them. I rest my fingers on the glass and close my eyes.

These three days are the days I will never forget.

It is really hard to let go of the Porsche. I might have cried but I didn't, since Fang's right beside me and this place is populated 95% of men.

Fang smirk at me. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Come on, Fang. Or we'll miss the flight! What time is our flight?"

"In half hour. You miss America that much, huh?"

I look at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. "Actually, I don't want to go back. I'll miss Paris, though. And besides, Lissa's gonna be there and ruin my life again. And I actually miss being stalked."

"I don't. God, I'll get stalked again!"

"Hey, don't worry. Besides, we only have to endure just eight more days."

"Eight days? Why?"

"Duh. Our," I make air quotes. "relationship will end. Remember? July 31? We go back to our normal lives."

Fang's face turn to a disappointed face. "Yeah."

Truth be told, I don't want this "relationship" to end.

A shooting star appeared in the sky, just minutes ago.

And you know what I wished?

I wished that this relationship to be real.

I wished everything that happened between was real.

I wished the relationship to not end.

Sigh.

Weird. I didn't gag this time. Oh, well.

I'm on my room, reading another adult romance novel. Hey, don't judge me! I am an adult.

Then, my phone rings.

I instantly flip it open.

"Hello?"

"Max?" My heart leaps. Huh?

"Hey, Fang. 'Sup?"

"Do you wanna go to the carnival?"

"You mean the one by Redondo Beach Pier?"

"Yeah. Wanna come?"

Say yes! Say yes! "Sure. Now?"

"Yeah, now."

"Be ready in a minute."

"See you in five."

AAHH!

My first date with Fang and not because Lissa's stalking him!

AAHH!

I frantically put on my denim shorts that were frayed at the hem and I cover myself with a navy blue cardigan and a white tank top. I roll up the sleeves and I practically shove my feet on my black Converse.

Exactly five minutes later, Fang rings the doorbell. I storm down the stairs and yelled.

"I'LL GET IT!"

I open it and Fang hold up his hand in a wave.

"Hey. Ready?"

My heart leaps again. WTF heart? "Sure."

"Wow."

"What?"

"This is not like last year's carnival."

"What was last year like?"

"Uhh. . . It was between four and six." My eyes roam around the place. This carnival is way better than last year. Last year was so boring!

"You mean five?"

I nod. "Yeah. You should have gone last year. Most people died from boredom since the carnival's theme was for senior citizens. God, I felt like strangling someone that night."

"I hope it's not me tonight."

I clasp his shoulder. "Oh, don't worry. They obviously worked hard for this carnival. See that?" I point to the Tunnel of Love across the Fortune Teller's tent. "That wasn't there last year. And the couples who went last year didn't even bothered to make out since they were surrounded by old people."

"Ah. So, where do we go?"

"Anywhere, I guess. Since you were the one who asked me to come."

Fang hold my hand. I twine my fingers with his. "Do you wanna go to the Fortune Teller?"

I look at him strangely.

"What?"

"OK."

"OK, what?"

"Let's go to the Fortune Teller."

I drag him to the Fortune Teller's tent. I raise one flap and went inside. I grab Fang behind me. I settle down on one seat and pulled Fang to sit down. Geez, this tent is even darker than outside.

There's a puff of smoke and suddenly, a woman's face covered with a dark veil appears in front of us.

And so does a glass orb. So cliche.

"Children!" The fortune teller claps her hand. "What comes you to Madam Bordeaux?" People really shouldn't refer to themselves in third person. It's just retarded.

I lean closer to the lady without letting go of Fang's hand. "Lady, you already know what we're here for. Duh."

The woman raise a brow. She points to the sign behind her.

In big bold print, it says, Your future awaits you. . .

And in fine print, it says, For just $15.

I pay her $30 and wave a hand at her.

She claps again ad I wince. I look at Fang; he looks as if he wants to be somewhere else.

I lean close to whisper in his ear. "You suggested it."

"I know. I regret doing that." Fang whispers back.

"My darlings," says Madam Bordeaux. We turn to look at her and we freeze. Her veil uncovered her face and we can see her face more clearly. The lady is actually pretty. Probably in her forties.

Madam Bordeaux clasps our hands tightly. "Please don't waste the time of your lives. . ."

"Why?" We both ask her.

She didn't answer but continues to talk. "Spend the rest of your time together happily!" She kisses the back of our hands and lets our hands go. She then motions for us to leave.

We stand up- still holding hands- and Fang and I exchange gazes.

"Go!"

Tears suddenly flow out of her pretty emerald-green eyes.

A/N: If you said yes to my earlier question, then you are lucky! After this story ends, I'll publish a chapter about what happened in July 4, but in third person. And, do you want to know what happened in Max and Fang's hotel room in Paris that night?

Fang: Duh.

Iggy: Of course they do. This site is governed by romance-obsessed girls. DUH, Aya.

Me: Oh, shut up. RnR?