Freddie's POV

Paris, France.

What a scene, what a joy. And all that jazz. I'm starting to regret agreeing to this stupid thing. Why they hell am I so dumb?

I had to wake up at fucking five in the morning. Then I drive to the airport, but realized I forgot to turn off the lights at my house. I drove back to my house, turn off the light and get on the road again. Fifteen minutes into the drive Angela says that she forgot her purse. So I drove back. After two more trips of driving to and from my house, we finally make it the whole trip without remembering something. Angela and I go through the whole security thing. I really wish I hadn't left a penny in my pocket, because I have a feeling that the New York airport is now very familiar with my body. VERY familiar.

The airport was nothing compared to the flight over. the flight over was hell. Utter hell. First Angela had to sit really far away from me. Second, a really fat guy sat next to me. I mean, I have nothing against fat people. I even think that some fat girls can be sexy. It's the fact that this guy was mega, like the size of a car, fat. He pretty much was taking up his and my seat. I was so cramped.

When the flight attendant realized my distress she moved me. It was very nice of her, except for the fact that I was placed right in the center seat. I don't mind center seats. What I do mind is when the guy with the overactive bladder sits at the window seat. And on the other side of you there is a waaaay to young mother, who can't get her baby to shut the fuck up. However, in between the fact that the first three hours I was being sat on and the rest of the flight was spent letting some guy pass by to go to the bathroom for the hundredth time, while listening to a baby sent from hell wail it's head off, the trip was fine.

What a scene and what a joy that was.

I open the door to my hotel. Woah, I got a fancy room here. Really fancy. I turn around and walk out of the room. Yep I know it was a redundant trip. I just walk in the room and walk out. Angela is coming, but she went to go get some food. I guess I should meet up with her.

I walk into the elevator. Ok, Freddie, it's just an elevator. Calm, calm. Nothing is going to happen. I hate this fear of elevator and cable cars. It really makes me look like a pussy. Yeah, the chess champ is afraid of a elevator, because he thinks that the wire might break and he will plummet to his death.

The door FINALY opens. I'm free. I walk out in to the lobby. A very nice lobby, I might add. Ah Paris, all your nice…everything.

Doesn't Florence live in Paris?….Okay Freddie, stop thinking about it. Go get food. WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND.

I walk through the lobby, trying to seek Angela out. I can't see her. I notice some restaurants up ahead. Maybe I should try looking over there.

Then I see her.

Not Angela. her. The one and only her. my tummy feels all warm and fuzzy. I can only see her back, but I know. I know Florence all too well. I start hightailing it over to where she is.

God, she looks so sexy. Her beautiful pale skin looks great with her light purple silk-looking dress.

I am running so fast, that I just pushed someone over. Oops. Who cares? I must get to this sexy goddess.

I finally make it to her, but she is still facing the opposite direction. I turn her around and kiss her for all I'm worth. Which is a lot.

Muumm. I think I'm in heaven. Yep, heaven. "FREDDIE!!!" a voice screams at a obnoxious volume. I know that voice. It's Angela's.

Oh yeah, girlfriend….

A/N from Claw: The thing that happened to Freddie on the flight is partly based off of experience my mom and I had flying. She really did have to sit next to a guy who took up half her seat. Luckily she wasn't put next to a guy with an over active bladder and a screaming baby. I was the one put next to the screaming baby and the guy who always needs to pee.

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