VEGA HOUSE, HOLLYWOOD HILLS (L.A), next morning

Tori came down the stairs in a white shirt and blue jeans.

'Mom i'm going to school!' she called up the stairs.

'It's Saturday stupid!' Trina shouted down.

Tori rolled her eyes and picked up her jacket. Before she went her phone started ringing.

'Hello?'

'Hey Vega,'

'What's up Jade?'

'Nothing, me and Beck are going sight-seeing.'

'Cool, so what's Paris like?'

'Everyone's seriously grumpy.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well yesterday I was in some mall and- one sec'

Tori walked outside to Andre's car.

'Sup girl'

'Hey Dre'

'Who you on the phone to?' he started the car.

'Jade'

'Oh let me talk to her.' he took Tori's phone and held it to his ear.

'Whats up sugar?' Tori rolled her eyes.

'Give me my phone!' she grabbed it.

'Yeah hey Jade so just to let you know when you get back we have a little surprise for you and Beck'

'Cool, I gotta go, Beck wants to go to some fencing thing, later'

'Bye' Tori put her phone in her bag.

'Whats up sugar? Seriously?' she shook her head at her friend, laughing.

Le Schneider Hotel,(Paris)

'I'm so tired!' Jade dropped her bag and fell onto her bed.

'Same. Lets get room service' he picked up the hotel phone.

'What you want?' he called to Jade in the bathroom.

'I don't mind, something French.' Beck grinned and held the phone to his ear, 'Yeah,bonjour monsieur...'

1 Hour later...

'Foods here.' Beck got off the couch and opened the door.

'Monsieur,' he wheeled the cart into the room and left.

Beck looked at the food. It was about as French as you could get, snails,frog legs,matelote and other gross stuff.

'What did you get-ahhhh!' Jade let out a scream. 'What is that?!'

'You said you wanted French food.'

'What happened to 'French Fries'? No way am I eating that garbage'

Beck smiled then took out another tray from the cart.

'Good thing I got a back-up.' Jade smiled and came over to him.

'Lobster?'

'Problem?' he grinned.

'No, I love lobster' she smiled as Beck set up the table. When the table was set for the two, Beck put on some music in the back.

'So clichè.' Beck rolled his eyes.

'Alright well you hate clichès but you hate being predictable so how about we make this week as clichè as possible.'

'Like how?'

'Like we act like a typical love-struck couple touring Paris,the city of love and we make it as romantic as possible.'

'Hmm okay, but only for this week then after we can fight and annoy each other?'

'If that's what you want,'

'K but you got a lot of work to do,' Beck smiled.