Taste The Rainbow

Paris

Paris

"It's so pretty!" Ali exclaims, looking around the hotel room with her beautiful, wide, blue eyes. I watch in amusement as she scurries around the hotel room, looking at everything and exclaiming in delight when she notices things like chocolate or some kind of lotion.

"If this is what you do at the hotel I'm almost scared to know what you'll do when we actually go out tomorrow," I comment, smiling while she continues to pick everything up before she turns to me with wide eyes.

"I'm finally going to see the Eiffel Tower!" She squeals and comes running over to me to envelope me in a tight hug. I smile, happy to see her so happy. I decided for our summer break to take Ali to Paris, rather than watch her ogling guys then turn around to tell me about them while I have to listen and pretend I'm not in love with my best friend.

Of course, it would be a lie if I said I didn't have ulterior motives for taking her to Paris, but who really takes someone to Paris without ulterior motives? So yes, I may have taken her to Paris so I could tell her I've been in love with her for the past seven years, but at least she gets to have a good time.

"Taylor?" I blink away my thoughts to see Ali looking at me with her head tilted to one side, her dark blonde hair falling into her face slightly, making it that much harder to keep myself from kissing her plump pink lips.

"Yeah?" I ask, hoping she didn't notice me looking at her hair like a creeper.

"You were zoning out, are you okay?" She questions, her eyes becoming worried filled.

"Yeah, of course, just tired. I'm gonna head to bed, you probably should too, we're leaving here by eight." I reply before taking my luggage and walking to the door that opens to a small bedroom. The room contains only a full bed, dresser, and another door that leads to a bathroom.

I close the door then change into a loose shirt and a pair of pajama shorts before walking to the bed to flop down, enjoying the fluffy bedspread. Eventually, I do fall asleep after ogling the fluffy bedspread but I don't sleep well.

I wake to someone shaking me and when I open my eyes I'm only mildly surprised to see Ali standing above me. She's already dressed in blue jeans and a flowing white top with her curly blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Her makeup is perfectly done, she's wearing not too much and it really helps bring out her eyes.

"Taylor, you need to get up, you said we're leaving at eight and it's already seven-thirty." She states before nodding to herself when she realizes I'm awake. She leaves after I sit up and closes the door behind her to give me privacy. I sigh, realizing I don't have time for a shower or even breakfast, I'll be lucky if I'm even ready by eight.

I get up, unload one of my bags then try to figure out what to wear. I eventually settle on a light pink sundress, white sandals, with a white coat, not bothering with any makeup. I walk out of the room while simultaneously trying to tie my brown hair into a ponytail, which is not an easy task.

"Finally, took you long enough," Ali exclaims, and I roll my eyes.

"It did not take me that long, at least it doesn't take me three hours to get ready," I mutter, grabbing my purse and leading the way out of the hotel. I take out a map, trying to make sense of all the foreign names and wishing I had paid attention in French during high school.

No, instead I was paying attention to Ali and wishing I had the nerve to tell her how I feel. I shake my head of those thoughts and focus on trying to navigate this foreign city while trying not to look lost.

"Taylor, are we just going to walk around? I thought we were going to actually see tourist attractions like the Eiffel Tower. So far the closest thing I've seen to the Eiffel Tower was on a postcard someone we passed was holding." Ali complains, looking around the boring buildings while I continue to try to read the map.

"We'll get there, just be patient," I mumble, squinting at the map before looking up at a street sign when I try to find the street on the map. We walk around for what seems like forever until I finally decide to take a break to find a restaurant so we can eat and I can try to figure out how to get to the Eiffel Tower.

"Keep your eyes out for a restaurant," I order, looking around the buildings and sighing in relief when my eyes land on a small diner.

"We're stopping to eat?" She questions, trailing behind me while I walk into the diner full of amazing smells.

"Yeah, I'm hungry and my feet hurt plus I know you're hungry so don't deny it," I reply and walk to the hostess. She looks up at my approach and smiles warmly.

"Hello, how many?" She greets.

"Two," I reply and she nods, grabbing two menus before leading us to a booth then telling us that someone will be taking our order shortly.

"This is nice," Ali comments after putting her menu down, probably already deciding what she wants. I look around the diner, taking note of the white walls and few people talking casually.

"Yeah, I guess so. But honestly, as long as it has good food I'm happy." I reply with a shrug, looking around for the waiter who comes over and eyes Ali. I resist the urge to snap at him and instead hastily give him my order. He leaves after Ali orders but eyes her once more before he does.

"Hey, why were you glaring at him like you wanted his head to explode?" Ali questions, c*****g her head in curiosity.

"He was staring," I grumble, looking away from her and shrugging in an attempt to make her drop the subject.

"Uh, so?" She drawls and I sigh in relief when the waiter brings our food, of course, he eyes Ali once more then walks away but it's good to have an excuse not to speak. Thankfully she drops the subject and begins to eat while studying a painting on the far wall.

We continue to eat, talking casually while I try to figure out the map. After we eat I reluctantly lead the way out of the restaurant back to the street where we continue to walk around.

"Taylor, maybe we should just ask for directions," Ali suggests and I huff.

"I don't need help, Alison." I snap, starting to lose it.

"Well, it sure seems like it. And you never told me why you were glaring at the waiter." She comments, trying to keep up with my quickening strides.

"It doesn't matter," I mutter, looking around and huffing in irritation.

"Yeah it does, why can't you just tell me? What is wrong with you?" She demands and I sigh in frustration, stopping to face her.

"Alison, please, I'm trying to understand this stupid map and these stupid street names and you pestering me with questions does not help." I snap, glaring at the map when she huffs.

"Why can't you just talk to me? Why won't you talk to me anymore?" I look up from the map, trying to remain calm rather than snap at her again.

"What do you want to know?" I demand, crossing my arms.

"Why were you glaring at the waiter?" She asks once more and I groan.

"Why do you care so much? It was just some waiter." I reply and she shrugs.

"I just want to know, it's not like he said or did anything mean."

"I don't know," I lie but she glares at me.

"Yes you do, you're lying. Why were you glaring at him?" I look at her, ready to lie once more, ready to pretend I wasn't glaring at him because I love her, but I can't. Looking at her, into her eyes, I realize I'm tired of lying to her. I sigh in defeat, saving her beautiful face, body, voice, to memory because I know after I utter these three words she won't be my friend anymore, I won't see her again.

"I love you, Ali." I manage, looking away from her and waiting for harsh words but instead, I hear a soft chuckle.

"I know," I look up in time for her to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.