Paris Is For Suckers [.04]

[Jordan]

It was already Saturday and Jordan was freaking out.

He had no idea what he would say when he found Cassie.

If he found her.

Somehow, he thinks that if he goes to Paris to her, that she'll take him back.

He doesn't actually know what to say, what to do, or where to find her.

That part wasn't thought out before he bought the ticket to Paris.

Jordan didn't know anything to do.

He constantly thought of those men in movies.

How they always did something wrong and tried to get her back.

Usually always succeeding.

Who was the pimp "master" of his friends.

He knew that Derek would know what to do.

He's cheated on his girlfriend so many times and gotten back together with her that he is sure to have something for Jordan to try.

"Yo" Said Derek as he picked up the phone.

"Hey man, I need some advice on what to do with Cassie" Jordan told Derek.

He heard Derek sigh on the other end.

" I'm used to cheating and then doing something the next day to get her back dude. I can't exactly tell you what to do when you've waited so long to finally do something. Do you know where she is?" Derek asked Jordan.

Jordan debated the answer.

"She's in Paris" Jordan whispered.

"Have you tried calling her?" Derek asked.

"She wouldn't answer if I did" Jordan replied.

"Try calling her. If she doesn't answer then keep trying. Go buy her some candy or flowers...do you know where she is in Paris?" Derek asked.

"Not in the least"

"I'll talk to Amelia and find out where she is. Just worry about calling and buying her stuff. It works most of the time. Well, it does with me."

"Gee, love that spark of confidence. Thanks man" They hung up and he continued to stare at his phone.

He wasn't sure if he should call.

What would he say if she answered?

He was nervous.

Completely.

But he was some what ready.

As he dialed her number.

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[Cassie]

Cassie stirred at the sound of her phone going off.

She squinted since the sun was trampeling through the window.

She grabbed her head as it surged with pain.

Not use to the aftermath of how many shots you have the night previous.

Cassie couldn't find the willpower to get out of the bed.

She tried to turn over and found herself next to some guy.

That woke her up immediately.

She stared at the brilliantly beautiful boy laying there with a sheet wrapped around his waste.

His body was convered in tatoos from his neck to his foot.

Two piercings were in the corners of his mouth, like Jordan's.

She had forgotten all about him.

She looked down at the fact that she was wrapped in a towel.

No clothes, no sort of garments underneath.

This was a disaster.

No, it was worse than a disaster, it was an outrage.

She shook the boy, to try to wake him up.

His eyes opened slightly, he was going through the same process which she had this morning.

"Why is it so damn bright in this room?" He groaned as he sat up.

Once he had fully gotten his eyes opened, he looked at Cassie.

"Oh..." He whispered as she sat there.

Staring at his almost naked body.

"Did we..?" Cassie asked.

"Y-Yeah." Oli whispered as she got off the bed in search of her clothes.

"How could we possibly...What was...." Cassie was starting to panic.

Realizing she couldn't find her clothes.

"It'll be alright. Just calm down" Oli tried to calm her flustered attitude.

"CALM DOWN?! How can I possibly calm down? We did...THAT! and I can't find my damn clothes! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUR NAME IS!" She was starting to literally freak out as she searched frantically search for her clothes.

She had found her underwear and jeans.

Putting them on, she felt her eyes tear up a little as she looked for her bra.

She saw it sitting on top of the sink.

Putting it on, she walked out into the bathroom.

Looking for her shirt.

"What is your name?" she choked as she went through piles and piles of clothes to find that one shirt.

"Oliver." Cassie stopped searching as she looked at the boy.

"Oliver what?" She didn't want to ask that question but she had to know if her assumptions were right.

"Sykes" She plopped on the floor.

Her eyes not leaving Olivers and her mouth not being able to close.

"From Bring Me The Horizon?" Cassie asked.

Her eyes were officially going to be overflowed with tears if he said yes.

"Y-Yes" He stuttered as she started to cry.

She fell backwards on the floor and started to rack up with sobs.

Oliver got up from his spot on the bed and put on the jeans he had next to the bed and walked over to her.

Crouching beside her as she cried.

She held a hand to her forehead as she continued to cry.

"It'll be alright" He tried to touch her but she scooted away.

She shook her head and looked right at her shirt.

"I don't know where in Paris I am, since I've never been here and-"

"Where are you staying?" Oliver asked, interrupting her frantic crying and panic.

He had never seen a girl like this after what happened last night.

He was getting worried about her, genuinely worried.

The fact that she was crying made him want to kiss her like he had last night.

He couldn't, but he still wanted to.

"Le Deux" She answered as she got up to get her shirt.

He smiled as she put her shirt on.

"You're in the same hotel, just on the second floor." She looked around for her purse to find her phone.

She looked for the phone as she started towards the door.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Oliver asked, jogging to the door.

She looked at him, with water-filled eyes.

He noticed how truly green her eyes were when she looked at him.

He got a slight chill, but not as noticible.

"I-I just need to get back to my room. It was nice....yeah you know. Um, I'll s-see you in one of your next videos" With that she walked out of the room and closed the door.

Once she closed the door, she leaned against it with her phone in her hand.

When she looked at why it had gone off this morning...she began to cry again.

Name: Jordan Allister

Age: 22

Hair: Multi

Eyes: Green/Blue