Maya is a nineteen year old girl who decides she would like to go abroad by herself. She travels to Paris, hearing about all the romance going on there as she would desperatly love a boyfriend. But the guy she doesn't know she was looking for is closer than she thought.
Short romance story.


4. Kiss Me.

I rush away to the stairs which are at the other side of a long corridor. I am walking slowly when I turn around to the otherside of the corridor that I just came from. The door was still ages in front of me, and there, behind me, at the start of the hall, was Zeke, looking very flustered. He looked around, and then when he saw me and my tear- stained face, he broke into a sprint towards me. So did I, I ran towards the stairs.

" Maya!" he calls. " Maya!!"

I run and run, being chased by my hot hero.

I don't speak, I find this exciting and I don't want him to stop, but at the same time I want to be alone, I hate him right now, but I love him at the same time.

He chases me down two flights of stairs and then he nearly slips jumping down three steps on the wierd staircase. It is a windy one that has lots of different platform bits and long bits and short bits and doors nearly everywhere. I trip on a step and fall slowly to the bottom of the staircase for floor three. This was my door. But in my fear I ran straight past it and continued down the stairs. I ran and ran, and he was chasing me still.

" Are you okay?!" he yelled as I fell.

" What do you care!" I shouted back, running again.

" Let me talk to you!"

I ran and ran and ran until I was on the bottom floor, and I nearly crashed into a man carrying three cases. Poor guy, I thought. I slowed down a tiny bit when I passed reception to go through a little bit to get outside. Where was I going? Then I ducked behind a little desk hid behind a plant and I heard Zeke ask the receptionist where I went. She said out to the pool and he rushed straight past me.

I stood up, making sure I heard the door to the outside close. He would be searching madly around the garden, calling my name now.

I rushed out to the garden, I had to see this.

As I went out the doors, I felt a pair of hands hug me tight.

" Help! Get off me!" I scream.

He puts a finger to my lips and I go quiet.

" Sh!" he says as his grasp loosens.

" What do you want?" I ask.

" I'm sorry," he says as he pushes my hair behind my ear.

He looks amazing in the moonlight.

" No," I say.

His expression changes. It turns sad.

I run away again. And he chases. I like the game. And he does too. I run and run but then I feel my feet slip and I fall through the air.. there is a splash and then I am drenched in water, it is the pool. And I can't swim. When I was thrown in earlier, it was shallow, now I am in the deep end, and I can feel myself sinking. I can't swim, I am going to die.

I sink to the bottom, and hit the ground. This is it. I want my Mother not to worry. I am going to die now, and I am frightened. There is no shame in dying and I know I am going to drown in this pool in Paris. And it is all Zeke's fault.

My breath is going and going.. and then I can't breath.

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