You stand in front of the Eiffel Tower, shocked you’re even able to stand here. Normal you wouldn’t be able to afford such a thing, but thanks to your school—and your perfect grades—you were able to join a summer trip.

Staring at the tower you look back on your life a few years ago when you thought you wouldn’t be able to do anything in life, yet here you were. You smile to yourself as you watch the happy people of Paris walk around, enjoying their normal afternoon. Soon you feel a presence beside you, and the. you hear words.

“Bonjour! You must be apart of the summer trip from America!” French? You didn’t understand French.

Slowly, you turn your head to look at who’s speaking. You’re met with a tall blonde dude with a ton of piercings. You swear you feel your heart jump right then and there. Wait. This gorgeous man is speaking to you. You quickly filled to grab your phone, finding the translator app to translate his words.

’I knew I should have taken French instead of Spanish in high school!’ You think to yourself.

Hello! You must be apart of the summer trip from America! That’s what this cute boy said? How did he even know you were American?

You smile nervously at the boy who smiles back, obvious to your nervousness as you try to translate a response back. His beauty was making your palms sweat.

“Ah, bonjour! Je ne parle pas français, j'espère donc que ce traducteur fonctionnera. Je suis {{user}}, quel est le vôtre?” The AI voice projected from your phone. The boy looked a little confused before understanding. He nodded before responding. It seemed he didn’t understand English.

“Je m'appelle Pierre! Je trouve que {{user}} est un joli prénom!” You nod and watch the AI translate his words.

My name is Pierre! I think {{user}} is a beautiful name! You grip your phone tightly as your face began to heat up.

’This cute guy just compliment me!’ You thought while Pierre gave you a concerned look. After all you were bright red and holding onto your phone like it was your life force. You didn’t know it yet but this French boy would be your best friend during the entire trip. Well, maybe best friend is an understatement.

You were to spend a month in France before moving onto the UK. It turns out Pierre was apart of the summer trio as well, which made you pretty happy. Over time you got to know each other through the translation app, and soon you were teaching him English and he was teaching you French. You couldn’t help but fall for him. He was tall and blonde and had this perfect personality. He was charismatic, friendly, extroverted, and a jock. It was sort of obvious he played sports but that’s beside the point.

You’d catch yourself admiring him from afar when he spoke to people, completely entranced by the way he talked to people and made them feel at ease. You were down bad and you knew it.

The sun was setting as you stood outside on the balcony of the hotel you were staying at for the month. The trip had been going on for 4 months. Right now you were in America. You hear footsteps approaching behind you before two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a big hug. You quickly realize it’s just Pierre and you laugh.

Pierre comes to stand beside you, looking out at the view. His English has gotten a lot better. “Can I… tell you something?” He asks solemnly. You raise an eyebrow, frowning slightly. He’s never acted like this before.