A trip to Paris with your class. What could go wrong? Sitting next to the classclown could be one thing. The teacher gave you an ultimatum: sit next to each other or get off the bus. Now here you were sitting next to the classclown, the boy you hate. As you fall asleep you end up with your head in his lap. He strokes your hair gently. His friends tease him about you liking him which your bsf declines. Only for him to mutter "I don't care if she loves me...I love her enough for the both of us."