Run Away; Varla.

[Andrew Bataille]

I take a few bites out of my few, wiping my mouth with a napkin. I really wasn't that hungry, but it was good to have true French food again- not something American that claimed to be French. "Thanks.." I murmur, my face reddening as Varla said that I looked good. She was probably just being nice. I soon eat over half of my creppe and I set my fork down, finsihing my wine and running a hand over my hair. "Ready to go?" I ask, looking over at Varla with a small smile.

[Varla Jenson]

I watch as he eats a few as I eat what I had left before reaching for the wine and finishing up my glass. His face reddens and I look away as he finishes and I bit my lip. "Sono contento che tu non parli italiano." I mumble, brushing my hair out of my face before he asks if I'm ready to go. I smile and nod, getting up and offering my hand to him. It was odd being able to be this close to him and not worry about it or anything; I just liked being near him really.

[Andrew Bataille]

"Grand." I smile, standing and taking her hand before leading Varla back out into the square and towards the Eiffel Tower. It was an off season for tourism so there weren't as many people as there could be, and we soon get to the front of the line and I walk into the elevator, moving to stand against the side, looking down as we started up. "Look at the lights." I breathe, my dark brown eyes looking over the city.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile and follow him as we walk, admiring the smells and the architecture. My fingers lace with his and I smile at him until we get into the elevator and follow him to the side, looking around. I look over the city and smiling, looking at how beautiful it all was. "Wow," I breathe, waiting for the elevator to open so I could look at it all. A giggle escapes me and continue looking at everything before brushing my hair from my face.

[Andrew Bataille]

I smile over at her, enjoying her reaction. Soon the doors open and I lead Varla out, over towards the railings and I lean against it, looking over as the cool night air blew in my face. Just the air smelled of Paris. I look over at her, a delighted expression on my face. She looked truly gorgeous, and I was caught by it. "Les lumières sont magnifiques .. mais pas autant que vous .. vous serez ma petite amie?" The words flow from my mouth and I don't even notice I'd said them for a moment and I quickly look away, hoping that she didn't know what I'd said.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile as the door opens and he leads me to the railings. My fingers hold onto the railing and I smile, looking over at the lights and smelling the Paris air. He begins speaking and I look over, knowing enough french to know the last part. I blush and smile, squeezing his hand lightly before he looked away. "I told you I knew some French. Oui," I say with a small smile and kissing his cheek. He probably didn't even realize what he asked until after he did so but I hoped he was serious about it.

[Andrew Bataille]

I look over as she squeezes my hand and a blush crossing my face as she replied. I grin, looking down at my feet for a moment. Varla said yes. She'd said yes. It scared me, actually being in a relationship again, but.. she seemed different.. and I just hoped that it was true. "The first part was 'the lights are beautiful.. but not as much as you.'" I say, pulling her to me to press my lips to hers, ignoring the rest of the world for the moment.

[Varla Jenson]

I smile when he translates and look down with a blush before he pulls me against him for a kiss. My eyes close and I rest a hand on his cheek lightly, pulling back and smiling at him as I rest my forehead against his. "It's really beautiful out," I say, smiling at him and rubbing his cheek lightly. Someone bumps into me and I look at them to see them looking at Drew and I look down for a second, hoping that he knew her and would get me away from the awkward moment.

[Andrew Bataille]

My hand rests on her hip for a moment before she pulls back to rest her forehead on mine. "Told you you'd love Paris." I grin before someone bumps Varla into me. I look over and my eyes meet with the blonde's. All emotion drains from my face and I want to just turn and walk away. "Ah, Drew, ça fait tellement longtemps!" she explains, stepping forward to kiss my cheeks and I hesitantly do the same. "Corrine, nous allions." I reply, lacing my fingers with Varla's. Her blue eyes look between us and a sneer grows on her face. "Rappelez-nous introduire?" she asks sweetly. It takes her a moment, but she eventually realizes that Varla doesn't speak French and she chuckles, shaking her head. "Un Américain? Je pensais mieux de vous, Drew."

[Varla Jenson]

I smile when he tells me I'd love Paris before the girl speaks. They greet each other and I bite my lip until Drew laces his fingers with mine again. I blush when she speaks to me and try to remember what she said before I look down when she talks about me being American- though I wasn't. "Je suis Varla. Pas américain mais italien. En outre, il ne serait vraiment pas affaire à un rat français comme vous," I say, rolling my eyes and resting my head on Drew's shoulder as I turn to look back out at the lights. "Puttana francese," I mumble to myself as I look at the lights.

[Andrew Bataille]

I burst out in chuckles as Varla calls Corrine a French rat and I shake my head a bit, loving the expression on her face. "Let's go, we have all week to come back." I murmur, leading her over to the elevator and stand in the corner, looking out over the city again before we start down. "I want to get beer and wine before we get home." I say as we step out from the elevator and I start over to the shoppe, dropping her hand as I pushed the door open and walk over to grab a case and a bottle.

[Varla Jenson]

A smug expression comes across my face as Drew chuckles and I notice her expression. I follow him into the elevator and lean against him before it opens and tells me he wanted to get some drinks. "Okay," I say, waiting outside after we go to the shoppe. I didn't want to go in and have the chance to run into someone else that would be a French rat. My fingers play with the hem of my dress as I wait and I look around as I waited for him.

[Andrew Bataille]

I carry it over to the counter and set it up there before handing the clerk the money and take my change before walking back out. "Could you get the bottle, please?" I ask, holding it out to Varla. I start across the plaza again, back towards the house. I just hoped that she wouldn't ask about Corrine, and then I'd have to explain the whole cheating this to her- especially how it was with my brother, and her friends had done the same to me. A soft sigh escapes me and I look over at her as we near the house before starting up the walkway.

[Varla Jenson]

He comes out and I take the bottle before hesitantly holding his hand as we walked to his house again. "We're going to share the drinks, right?" I ask, keeping my head down as we kept walking. I see the house in the distance and walk up the walkway before we get to the door and I open it for him, looking at him with a small smile. My hand goes up to push my hair away and I smile slightly before I bite my lip and hope he's okay.

[Andrew Bataille]

"Yeah." I reply softly, nodding and offering her a small grin as she opened the door for me. My brow creases and I pick up the folded note on the kitchen counter and my dark brown eyes scan over it. "Huh, my mom and dad went out to eat and took Chelsea with them, and Aymeric went out to meet friends.. probably partying." I say, shrugging and putting the note back as I set down the case and go over to lock the front door. "You can put the wine on the rack with the others." I add, knowing that my mom loved to hoard wine.