A/N: Sorry for the wait, I have been swamped with homework! I still have a lot to do, but I figured I deserved a break to update. Enjoy!

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around. I must have fallen asleep, too, because I was still in Mitchie's room, but she wasn't there. I sleepily made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room. She was sitting on the couch with her laptop in her lap.

She looked over at me and smiled. "Good morning."

"'Morning," I replied, glancing around the room hoping that she had made coffee.

Mitchie laughed and pointed to the counter that separated the living room and kitchen area, where there was a coffee pot and mugs. I guess it was pretty obvious that I wasn't a morning person. I poured myself a cup before I sat down next to her.

"I'm ready, so we should go to your hotel so you can get ready, and then we'll go, okay?"

"Go where?" I asked.

She smiled that devious smile again, and I could only imagine what she had planned for me today. "Ever been to Paris?"

I shook my head and stared at her with a confused look on my face.

"Something crazy," she reminded me. "The flight's only an hour, we'll fly commercial so the paparazzi will know where we're going…if they have a spontaneous trip to Paris to write about, they'll forget all about my family. Paris is the most romantic city in the world, right? It's perfect. We can do all the romantic tourist stuff during the day, and we can go out at night. They have the wildest clubs."

I'd totally forgotten that I had agreed to do something crazy with her. I could already hear my publicist raging on me for whatever the hell I was about to get myself into, but I was excited. I never did anything spontaneous. Some people might think that Mitchie was bringing out the 'bad' side of me, but I didn't think that was true. She was just making me do things I never did because I was afraid to lose my 'good guy' reputation. She made me see that maybe there were more important things in life than how the press portrayed me – like having fun and being happy, for starters.

"Okay, let's go," I agreed.

Mitchie grinned and closed her laptop, setting it on the table in front of her. She stood up and slid a pair of pink stilettos on, which poked out from underneath her dark skinny jeans. She had on a cool black shirt and a vest, and her hair was straightened.

We found a taxi and went to my hotel, which was only a few miles away from hers. When we got up to the room, Shane and Jason were sitting in the kitchen area drinking coffee and reading the comics.

"Hey, guys," I said. "You remember Mitchie, right?"

"Yeah, of course," they both replied.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," I told Mitchie. "There's coffee and cereal and stuff, if you want anything."

She nodded and poured herself a cup of coffee before she sat down at the table with Shane and Jason and started talking to them. They looked like they were getting along, so that was a good sign. If everything went according to my plan, they'd be seeing a lot more of her.

When I'd taken a shower and gotten dressed, I went back into the kitchen, where they were all eating cereal – of course, it was Apple Jacks. Shane, Jason, and I actually bonded over our love of Apple Jacks at camp when we first met and started eating breakfast together. I know, sad, right? The first morning, Shane found the prize in the cereal box, and ever since then, it had become a contest. We lost track of who was actually winning by the end of camp, but we still made a point to announce it if we got it.

"Dude, I know this is fake and everything, but we like her," Shane told me as I got a bowl out of the cabinet. "She asked if we had any Apple Jacks and we fell in love. So once you guys fake-break up…"

"Hey, watch it," I said, pretending that I was joking. "That's my fake-girlfriend you're talking about."

Mitchie laughed and Shane smirked at me. He knew it bugged me, even though I knew he was just messing with me. He knew how I felt about her.

"Hey, I got the prize," I told them triumphantly as I picked it out of my cereal bowl.

It was a plastic, silver ring with a big, blue, plastic gem in the middle. Usually it was at least something cool like an action figure or something. I put it in my pocket and sat down at the table with the rest of them to eat my cereal.

When we'd finished eating, we headed over to the airport to catch our flight. Mitchie was right; it was only about an hour to Paris. We'd seen the paparazzi follow us to the airport, and some of them even bought tickets for the flight so they could follow us. When we stepped off the plane at the airport in Paris, there were even more of them waiting for us.

"You were right, they really do love us," Mitchie whispered to me. "Where do you want to go first?"

I shrugged. "Wherever you want."

"Do you want to see the Eiffel Tower?" she asked. "That's totally the kind of cheesy romantic place they would love to see us at."

"Yeah, sure."

It was really bothering me how she was only talking about where they wanted to see us go. I wished she wanted to go somewhere because she wanted to be with me there. Maybe she did. Maybe this was just her way of covering it up. After all, I guess I had technically been the one to come up with this idea – to go somewhere they would see us, but really so I could spend time with her. Maybe she was doing the same thing. I hoped so, at least.

"Let's go to the top. You can see the whole city from up there," Mitchie told me once we got there.

She took my hand and led me to the elevator. It was really fast. I was thanking God the whole way up that I wasn't afraid of heights.

"Look," she pointed to something below us. "That's the Iena Bridge. And over there, that's the Arc de Triomphe. Can you see it? And that's the Louvre. Did you know they paint the Eiffel Tower every seven years?"

"How do you know all this stuff?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just like history and stuff, I guess."

She kept surprising me, and I liked that about her. I liked everything about her. So I kissed her. I could tell she was surprised – so was I, to be honest – but she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I hoped it wasn't just because people were taking pictures of us with their cell phones.

When she finally broke the kiss, she was smiling at me – that was a good sign, right? I got nervous when she didn't say anything, so I looked back over the city and shoved my hands into my pockets. I felt something and pulled it out – it was the ring.

"What's that?" Mitchie asked.

"It's the prize from the cereal box this morning," I told her. I took her hand and slid it on her ring finger. "Here."

"Nate, it's beautiful!" she gasped dramatically.

We both laughed, and she kissed me on the cheek. I wanted to kiss her again, but I didn't want to press my luck if she still wasn't sure how she felt about me. So instead, just put my arm around her and looked down at the most romantic city in the world.