AN: Hi there! Okay, you should read this AN. I have a lot of words to share.
This is a big APOLOGY (see, I used caps lock to make it bigger. Haha). Anyway, this chapter's full of Paris and though I really love Paris, I don't know much about this wonderful city. I did google, a lot. I opened so many tabs that my laptop started to hate me. What I'm trying to say is there are numerous mistakes about Paris's knowledge, Paris's things, English grammars and misspellings in this chapter. I checked several times but because I'm suck so I might miss some of them.
You can tell me where those mistakes are so I can try to fix them for you.
As usual, I want to tell all of you that I love every review you guys gave me. It encourages me so much. One of them is from a French reader so that's why I'm really scared to publish this one. I don't want to let my faults hurt you guys's eyes or brains though.
Oh, and then there's a guest said that those dashes was a little distracting and suggest using quotation marks. So I changed it in this chapter. Hope all of you enjoy it.
Once again, thank you for all of your supporting. It warms my heart every day.
You love Spemily and I love you. (I'm gonna say it till the end, so...)
Pretty Little Liars is not mine. If it's mine, you'll know. (Full of Spemily of course)
Surprised by what the writer had said, Emily froze. They actually had never mentioned anything but their contract and the wedding for the last two months. Hearing Spencer's words made the dark brown eyes girl feel a little insecure. She knew nothing about the girl besides the romantic thing and yet the light brown eyes girl seemed to discover personal information about her already. She stuttered:
"Ho… How do you know?"
"I know everything, honey." The writer smirked. She enjoyed seeing Emily's astonishment.
"What kind of respond is that?" The tanned girl frustrated. Being insecure and astonished at the same time were definitely not a good mix.
Spencer rolled her eyes. She wanted to tease the girl a little longer but apparently the girl isn't a patient type of person.
"Your belongings told me that." The writer replied, decided to drop the game.
Emily put her hand on her chest, acted exaggeratedly, sighed.
"Thank God! For a moment I thought you read mind."
Glancing over the dark brown eyes girl, Spencer chuckled. She wasn't sure the girl was joking or actually thinking about the read mind thing but that was fun. And adorable.
Wait, what?
The writer was confused though. Sometimes she felt like she could read Emily like a book, like she knew everything about her. But sometimes she knew nothing at all. And not knowing things is surely the only thing that Spencer hates more than romance. She has to know everything. She has to know Emily Fields. Oops, my bad. Emily Hastings. I like the sound of it. You did a really good job Spencer.
Realizing the writer kept glancing over with a puzzled look on her face, the tanned girl perplexed.
"What?"
Taking her time, Spencer finally responded.
"What make you love Paris so much? I mean like you're obsessed with it or something. Tiny Eiffel tower, medium Eiffel tower, even big Eiffel tower. And French meal cooking book, French desert cooking book, French baking book, oh and a big fun fact notebook about Paris. Not that I looked into your stuffs, I just accidentally over looked it. But seriously, if I don't know you, I must have mistaken you for a French girl."
The moment that question left Spencer's lips, Emily's mind decided to let herself space out and remind her the happiness she used to have.
"You and me in sweet Paris. How does that sound?"
How long are going away for?
"How about forever?"
Yes, she had happiness, once. The name was Alison DiLaurentis. They used to be so in love and actually had made a plan to go away together. Alison chose Paris and they had kept collecting knowledge about this city until they could have enough money to go. But Alison had another plan after that and decided to drop this "forever" plan. Alison left, letting the coffee shop owner worked hard to pay for the debt she knew nothing about. The dark brown eyes girl had wanted to throw away everything that related to this but she soon found out she actually loves Paris. She loves Paris because of Paris itself but not because of the icy – blue eyes girl. She loves Paris and she knows she would keep loving it till the end no matter how hurt it feels when it reminds her of the past she wants to forget.
"Emily? Hello, Earth calls Emily. We'll go there by plane, not space ship and you still haven't answered my question." Spencer playfully spoke out loud, noticing the girl had spaced out for too long.
Emily's eyes snapped open. She completely forgot she had company. Inhaled and exhaled deeply, the dark brown eyes girl looked straight ahead to the airport, smiling.
"Paris. It's a city of love, don't you know?"
The writer just remembered, the coffee shop owner loved romance. The biggest difference between them was that fact. But somehow this time, Spencer felt less annoyed by this. She in fact, was thinking about all of the romantic things people usually mentioned when it came to Paris. It took not so long for Spencer to know she should react to that answer. A negative reaction. She regained her gesture, rolled her eyes.
"Ugh. And I have to ask."
The dark brown eyes girl didn't replied. She knew Spencer would react like this and was actually waiting for the writer to act that way. Emily shook her head, looked around as the light brown eyes girl driving to the airport parking lot until the tanned girl noticed one thing, the strangest thing in this conversation from the beginning.
"WAIT!"
The sudden voice of Emily made Spencer jump. She braked the car at exactly where she wanted the car to be. The writer's eyes widened, she snapped.
"Oh my God you scared me. WHAT?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"
"Just tell me what it is already." Spencer sighed, still frustrated.
The writer appeared a little scary but Emily was so curious to care about that. She settled to ask the question and ready to take the consequence.
"Why did you choose Paris because I love it? I mean we're not really married. You don't have to… you know, care about me."
To her surprise, Spencer didn't grunt. She was the opposite of a grunter. The writer had a hard time to find her voice. She chose Paris because she wanted to show Emily she knows everything. Everything about the coffee shop owner. Everything about anything. Of course she doesn't know that much but she was a show off. She desired to amaze the girl. Her motivation had nothing to do with caring. She just wanted the girl to be surprised, to admire her again. That was all. Yes, that was all.
"Who said I care about you?" Spencer hissed, determinedly protested Emily's thought. "I… I just love Paris too. That's all." Lied. You hate Paris, Spencer.
As Emily was about to speak again, the writer jumped in, didn't want to discuss this topic because she couldn't explain her weird reaction.
"C'mon, let's go. We're going to be late."
With that, the light brown eyes girl jumped out of the car, gathered their baggage and waiting for the tanned girl joined her to walk to the air plane.
This's gonna be a long honeymoon.
After spending eight hours on the plane, our couple finally had a chance to feel the atmosphere in Paris. It was completely different from where they live but unfortunately, it was almost midnight. Plus, they were so tired from the long flight to let their mind enjoyed the view.
Right before Emily tried to call a cab, a man in suit approached them with a Hastings sign on his hands.
"Excuse me! Are you Mrs. Spencer Hastings and Mrs. Emily Hastings?"
"Yes, that's us. I'm Spencer. She's Emily." The writer replied quickly.
Emily's eyes widened as the man bowed his head. She didn't get used to that much of respect gestures.
"I'm Diego, your tour guide. I've been waiting for you two. Your order are settled just as you wish. The car is this way, please follow me!"
The man said as he took their baggage and led the way. The dark brown eyes girl glanced over Spencer who now looking like a corpse. The girl hadn't eaten anything for two hours. Two hours. She had serious problem with eating late. Sure the writer doesn't eat dinner or lunch or any meal of the day like normal people but she needs to eat something. The meal she had on the plane was gone like two and a half hours ago. Spencer needed to fill her demanding stomach. Soon. That bitch started to make noises. The light brown eyes girl hated that bitch. And yes, we were still talking about her stomach here. You didn't misread anything.
Hearing noises came from Spencer's abdomen, the tanned girl thought she knows the reason of a "walking dead Spencer". The girl shoved her hands in her pockets, taking out a chocolate bar.
"This is a thank you for bringing me to Paris." Emily playfully waved the candy in front of Spencer's eyes.
"I bring you to Paris and you bring me a chocolate bar?" Hugging her belly, the writer tried hard to keep her pride.
"You'll take it or not?" The dark brown eyes girl rolled her eyes, pretending to take back the candy.
"Give me that." Spencer said quickly, yanking the chocolate bar from the girl's hand.
Emily chuckled, amused by the scene. The writer was now eating her chocolate like a kid. An adorable kid. At that moment, the coffee shop owner felt a little shameful. She was a big fan of Spencer for a long time and she thought she knew so much things about the writer. She was wrong. She didn't know that much. In fact, she knew nothing at all. Thinking back from the day she discovered that Spencer hates romance, she was a little confused. What made the light brown eyes girl hate romance so much? Emily was sure that there was a huge explanation for this. Spencer Hastings couldn't hate romance. She is romance herself. She just refused to admit that. Looking over the light brown eyes girl again, the scene kept amusing her, the tanned girl smiled.
"What?" Spencer asked, throwing the last piece of the chocolate bar to her mouth.
"I didn't know you can be cute." The coffee shop owner replied, feeling a little embarrassed for saying that.
"I know. Shocking right?" Didn't miss a beat, the writer responded quickly, smirking.
As the man opened the car door, Spencer got in while Emily freezing in her spot.
Did she just agree that she's cute?
Spencer had booked a small villa as near as possible to the heart of the city. She didn't choose a hotel because this way was more privacy and freedom. After all, she is still Spencer Hastings, a famous writer. She was glad that they finally arrived. The driving was torture. Emily kept updating fact about Paris that she learned. And when she thought something that in her logic related to the knowledge she had read she wanted Spencer to know that too.
"Do you know Oscar Wilde died in a hotel that located in Paris?"
No.
"Do you know the oldest bridge in Paris named Pont Neuf which actually means New Bridge?"
No.
"Do you know France has the most people who won Nobel Prizes in Literature?"
Okay this is not even related to Paris.
"But I bet some of them lived in Paris."
…
Can you drive faster, Diego?
As the car drove pass the gate, the man gave Spencer the keys of the house, making a promise that he would come back by tomorrow morning to take them on their first day of this honeymoon.
Saying goodbye to the tour guide, the girls made their way to the porch. Spencer opened the doors, revealed a nice house with a small living room, a lovely kitchen and even a pool at the back. The bedroom must be the nicest room in the house. Air conditioner, big screen TV and small fridge near the headboard. They also arranged roses into a heart sharp on the bed. How thoughtful! The only thing that was wrong but also right in this place was they have just one bedroom. One bedroom. What was wrong with that? Hello, "no physical contacts allowed".
"I'll take the bed. You sleep on the couch in the living room."
Spencer said quickly, throwing her stuffs as side, jumped on the bed. She fixed her position a little then stretched her arms and legs, feeling comfortable for the first time after the flight.
Emily took a longer time to process but she finally reacted. Her eyebrows furrowed, she raised her voice.
"No! I want the bed. You go sleep on the couch."
The writer of course didn't let it go easily. She knew the girl would react that way and had had a small but smart move to take what she wanted.
"Well. We can share though. After all, we're married. But FYI, I like to sleep… naked." Spencer spoke playfully, emphasized the last part.
Finished her first move, the writer sat back, started to take her clothes off. Her coat, then her jacket. Without taking her shirt off, the light brown eyes girl removed her bra in front of a widened eyes Emily. The poor girl stuttered.
"Wh… Wha… What are you doing?"
Spencer raised her eyebrow, making a seductive face, responded in a husky voice.
"So…" Using her time to lay back, stretched her arms to take over the bed, the light brown eyes girl continued. "Which side of the bed do you prefer?" She smirked.
Quiet.
More quiet.
"Fineeee. Damn it. You win. You can sleep on this damn bed to the rest of your life."
With that, the tanned girl stormed out of the room. Spencer relaxed back to her pillow, smiling mischievously.
You're too nice to win in this, Emily.
Honeymoon – Day 1.
Just as he had promised, Diego came back the next morning and drove our couple to their first destination, the Champ – Élysées. The plan was the man dropped them there and let them walk all the way through the streets to reach their next place by themselves. He would come back later when Spencer called to take them to the restaurant for dinner.
The moment Emily's feet touched the ground below the Champ – Élysées, her mouth dropped. She had only seen this from pictures or through a TV show. Now seeing the view by her own eyes made the girl too excited to use any word to express her feeling. She was speechless. Spencer saw that, the writer said in a sarcastic tone.
"What? You're not gonna tell me fun fact about this?"
To her surprise, Emily replied immediately.
"In 1667, King Louis XIV commissioned the Champs Elysees in the perspective of his Louvre Palace. The Champs Elysees are 1910 meter long and 70 meter wide. Do you know in Greek mythology, this is the place where heroes stay after death?"
The dark brown eyes girl started to walk through the streets and take pictures, leaving a dumbfounded Spencer behind.
You've gotta be kidding me.
As they enjoyed their time, the girls tried to take some pictures together just to show their friends and families when they got back. Because Diego wasn't here so they took selfies and took turn to take photo of each other.
At the end of the streets, they reached Arc De Triomphe.
"It's beautiful." The coffee shop owner spoke. The only thing she could use now was compliments but apparently, words aren't every helpful when it comes to Paris. The scene was breathtaking and it was just their first day.
"That's it? No fun facts." Spencer mocked.
"I haven't finished yet. Arc de Triomphe was ordered in 1806 by Napoleon. After his Austerlitz victory in 1805, Napoleon said to his soldiers: "You will return home through archs of triumph"."
Spencer rolled her eyes. She sure she would never ask that kind of question again. As the writer started to get bored, the tanned girl was the opposite. She took a lot of photos of the construction, of her and the construction, of Spencer and the construction. Unfortunately, the place was too big so they couldn't take selfies like they did with the Champ – Elysees. Emily looked around and decided to stop a French boy who was near her.
"Bonjour, j'ai la pastèque dans mon pantalon." The girl spoke fluently.
The boy gave Emily a weird look and shook his head then walked away. Spencer tried hard to hold her laughter, settled to tease the girl.
"You speak French?" The writer grinned slyly.
"Yeah." The dark brown eyes girl responded innocently, disappointed by the impolite boy.
"I guess you took French just for one semester then." The light brown eyes girl chuckled, trying harder to remain normal.
The tanned girl blinked, looked away then back to Spencer.
"May... be! Why?"
"You just said to that guy that you have watermelon in your pant." The writer couldn't hold it any longer and burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she had tears in her eyes, her face reddened and the girl tried to sit on the ground because her legs were trembling.
Emily was blushing. Hard. She knew she didn't take that class serious but she sure she had used the right sentence. Trying to protest what Spencer had said, the dark brown eyes girl looked for the boy who was now talking to his friends while actually staring at her… pant. Okay maybe she did use the wrong sentence, and words.
"Shut up." The girl whispered, avoiding eyes contact with the writer.
"I didn't know you love watermelon that much." The light brown eyes girl spoke while regaining her manner.
Immediately, she received a deathful glare from the coffee shop owner. Spencer decided to stop.
"Okay okay. I'll stop. If you want to ask someone to take a picture for you, you should say this." She raised her hands for a symbol of peace to Emily then looked around to catch a girl nearby. "Bonjour, excusez-moi, cela vous dérangerait de prendre ma photo, s'il vous plaît?" Spencer asked politely.
Right after the writer finished her sentence, the stranger girl smiled and took the camera from them. She took several pictures though. But all of them were a triumphant Spencer and a grumpy Emily. Yeah, I saw happily ever after right there.
Honeymoon – Day 2.
The Louvre Museum and Eiffel Tower were destinations of today. These two places must be two of the most visited places in Paris. People had to get in line and waited for a long time before they could get in.
After hours of waiting, our lovebirds finally got in the incredible Louvre Museum. Spencer exhaled deeply, leaned on the wall.
"I don't need my legs anymore."
Emily didn't wait for her. The girl was now taking pictures and admiring the amazing decoration of the museum. The writer stepped next to the tanned girl, raised her voice.
"I'm waiting."
The coffee shop owner chuckled, knew exactly what the light brown eyes girl was talking about.
"Well, this museum shows just only 35,000 pieces of arts while they have more than 445,000 of them. Also, the place was used as a prison sometime in the 15th century."
Spencer was now less annoyed by those facts. Frankly, she enjoyed hearing them. Some of them was actually interesting. Guess she got used to this routine already.
Their next place was the famous Eiffel Tower, the symbol of Paris.
As they stood in front of the tower, Emily took her time to capture the view. The construction was breathtaking, more than breathtaking. How can something metal give you the feeling of something romantic? It reminds you all the love that you've ever had in your life. Emily was of course not an exception.
"You'd look so good on top of the Eiffel Tower, wind in your hair."
Yes, Alison said that to her. Now Emily was here, but not with the icy – blue eyes girl. The past hurt but was also so beautiful. The tanned girl had never regretted the day she let the light blonde girl stepped into her life. She did feel happy back then. She did have love back then. What she had was real or at least she wants it to be real. If it wasn't because of Alison decision, this would be hers honeymoon with the girl she used to love. That girl was now also in Paris but she had stopped tracing her foot a long time ago. She had no desire to meet Alison again. She wanted to move on but the memories kept lingering in her head. She needs to let it go. The past is in the past.
"You coming?"
Spencer said, cutting Emily's thought. The writer had a concerned look on her face, she sure this whole "a city of love" thing had more meanings in the other girl's mind.
The tanned girl quickly got back to reality.
"Of course."
"So…" Spencer spoke again, waiting for any fun fact from the coffee shop owner.
The dark brown eyes girl walked pass the writer to the elevator, replied softly.
"No! I have nothing to say about this place."
Honeymoon – Day 3.
Today, they spent all their morning in the wonderful Versailles Palace. The place was absolutely stunning that it dazzled their eyes, literally. Even Spencer who clearly wasn't a big fan of Paris had to drop her jaw the moment she saw the palace.
After being blinded by the Versailles, the girls decided to enjoy the view of Paris from the Seine River. Their boat moving slowly in the water as they stood on the deck. The wind breezed up stronger in the afternoon. Emily glanced over at Spencer who now looking totally relaxed. The wind blew in her hair, the color of the sunset covered her face. The tanned girl raised her camera, took a picture of the writer. She then looked back to check the photo.
"You look so beautiful."
Emily smiled while still admiring the photo she just took. Spencer smirked.
"Tell me something I don't know."
There was that cocky Spencer again. Of course she would respond like that but Emily felt the need to say those words out loud. Some beauty didn't know they are beautiful until someone says this. Now the tanned girl had to deal with this teasing writer. Taking her time, the girl pretended to think something serious, she replied.
"Well, on the Seine River, if you don't know how to swim and you fall out of the boat, you'll die." The girl grinned slyly.
"Emily!" The writer furrowed her eyebrows, chuckled. She was actually waiting for a serious fact. Not knowing what to do, the light brown eyes girl took her camera back to distract the girl. Failed.
The dark brown eyes girl laughed. This was like almost the first time she could tease the writer back. Yay for her.
When the laughter died down, the coffee shop owner continued.
"Don't worry. If anyone happen to push you off this boat, I'll save you. Just so you know, I was the team captain of my High school swim team." The girl said with a big proud smile on her face.
Spencer amazed by the information she had just found out about the girl.
Impressive.
Wait. React, Spencer. Fast.
The writer looked at the dark brown eyes girl with her suspicious face, narrowed her eyes, she spoke.
"Something tells me you're also the one who push me off this boat."
"Maybe I am… Maybe I am not." Emily replied quickly, for the first time she could control the situation.
Couldn't keep the serious face any longer, the coffee shop owner burst into laughter. Right at that moment, Spencer raised the camera in her hands. Clicked.
You look beautiful too.
Honeymoon – Day 4.
Our couple had visited the Notre Dame all day. The writer of course had nothing to do with the ancient cathedral but Emily had. Their honeymoon just stepped to day four and the girl had bought three new memory cards. Look on the bright sight, maybe this would please the powerful Veronica Hasting. The light brown eyes girl knew that it took everything for her mom to not call them on their honeymoon. Seeing those pictures could made their story more… believable.
According to the plan, they would spend the night at the famous Moulin Rouge. Yes, completely different from the cathedral huh? Diego said that he had spent at least four hundreds Euro to get the best seats and best quality menu. But unfortunately, the show had been canceled at the last minute due to system errors. A little disappointed because it was the only place that Spencer found her ideal of "fun" but the writer was still in the mood to find a new place. She asked Diego to drop them somewhere near their house and started to walk through the streets.
The air was fresh, the moon was light and everything was peaceful. Until the light brown eyes girl saw that place. A bar. Done. She settled to join the bar tonight. That was a final announcement. It was weird though. Spencer was weird though. Lately, she acts unlike usual. She hates romance less than before. She hates people who love romance less than before. She tried a little, just a little but she did try to interact more with others. Well, let's say that the writer is flexible. No, Spencer. You were stubborn and unchangeable. Just admitted that Emily had an effect on you.
Anyway, the moment they stepped in the bar was also the moment Emily regretted it. She didn't know what make the writer seemed so happy today. Our incredible writer drank, a lot. They spent just a half hour and everybody in the bar already knew her name. She drank, she sang. She drank and then she sang. Again. The coffee shop owner realized her mission already. She had to be sober in case anything unexpected could happen.
After three hours but seemed like all night, they finally managed to go home. The road was long but ultimately they made it to the door. The dark brown eyes girl tried hard to steady the now "not so sober Spencer" in her arms while opening the doors. The writer apparently is heavier than her look. Moment later, the tanned girl gave up. Letting the writer laid in her lap on the couch as she panting.
"Are smart people always this heavy? It's about their brain or something?"
Emily frustrated, trying one last time to move the writer's body. Her sudden movement woke the light brown eyes girl up.
"Hellooooo Emily! DO YOU HAVE FUN TONIGHT?" Spencer yelled, afraid that the other girl couldn't hear even though the writer was practically in her lap.
"Yes, I do, Spencer." – Emily smiled, drunk Spencer could be cute. Too.
The light brown eyes girl crawled into Emily, hiding her face in Emily's shirt, giggled. Okay that was too cute to handle.
Still hiding her face, the writer spoke again.
"Don't make me like you."
Confused, Emily thought she might mishear something. She asked.
"I'm sorry Spencer. What did you just say?"
The girl was now facing our coffee shop owner, looked dead in her eyes, not smiling.
"I said don't make me like you. I already have a soft spot for you." The writer's eyes got heavier after each word.
"What are y…"
"It's about your eyes."
The light brown eyes girl opened her eyes to speak again. Her serious face made Emily embarrassed. The girl blushed
Before Spencer could manage to say anything about a blushing Emily, her eyes closed, for real. The thought lingering in her mind.
And that too.
Honeymoon – The last day.
Saying goodbye to Paris was hard for Emily but she knew she has to. Maybe she would come back one day with the one she loves. Yeah, maybe. They collected all of their stuffs and threw them on Diego's car. He then drove them to their last destination – The Pont des Arts.
They walked for a while and taking pictures whenever they felt the need to. As they were about to take pictures on the bridge, Emily saw several couples making their love locks. How romantic! The tanned girl glanced over at the writer hopefully. Having too much drinks last night made Spencer more anxious than usual but that face was a little hard to disappoint. And yes, again, "a little" was an understatement. The light brown eyes girl rolled her eyes.
"Fineeee."
And kids, that was the story of how they locked their love.
…
Okay fine, their fake love. Gee. Moving on.
As our lovebirds were walking back to the car, Spencer saw Les Deux Magots, a coffee shop. I repeat. A coffee shop. The writer has never walked faster in her life to any place but the coffee shop. Coffee is her blood. The light brown eyes girl ordered an Americano as usual while our coffee shop owner ordered a decaf, she just wanted the whipped cream.
Spencer took her first sip then licked lips, tasted it in her mouth. Emily was playing with her comfort food, asked nonchalantly.
"How is it?"
"It's good but I prefer your Americano." Spencer replied quickly.
Emily's eyes widened. This must be the first time Spencer Hastings complimented her on something. Well, without the help of alcohol. The writer might forget anything about last night. Though the tanned girl couldn't help but wish that Spencer didn't forget, that the writer words was real, she decided to not bring it up. The light brown eyes girl definitely had been mistaken her for someone else. Yeah, definitely.
Before they left Paris, the girls thanked Diego for his hard work. They didn't talk so much but he was really concern about his customers. Waving goodbye to the man, our couple took their time to say their goodbye to this city. And for the first time, the shared the same thought.
Goodbye Paris. It's time for a new life.
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