The next couple of weeks, my life became busy, busy, and busier.

I started to become more social amongst the friends I made at Uni as well as Tom's friends. He often invited Kris and I to dinner with his circle of theatre friends, which was nice.

Though, I wished I lived on campus because no matter how hard I tried, Kris & I were always late to class.

Every single time.

However, we both had high GPA's so it didn't affect us too much.

Now you're probably wondering how Tom & I act around each other now, since the kiss. Or kisses.

There's no awkwardness. Though Kris claims that she can feel the sexual tension between us.

Kris - always rooting for something that will never happen.

Tom and I will never happen.

Friends, remember? We both decided that we were going to be friends. That is it.

Torrential rain expected later tonight. The sky is a mixture of light/dark grey, black with specks of white. No sun in sight.

I love rain, but seriously, this is getting a little annoying.

"Looks like our flight is delayed," Kris mumbles from the couch with her laptop resting on her knees. "I should call Heathrow, maybe they can tell us if it's expected to be canceled."

I've never been to Paris & I wasn't going to let this rain ruin my chances. "Isn't there a train to Paris we could take? If the flight got canceled?" Kris shakes her head from her seat, "If there was, I'm refusing. We spend too much time on trains Marie. I want to fly!"

I literally have a list of places I plan on visiting while I'm studying in England and it helps that all these cities are fairly close and cheap. Paris was Numero Dos, just behind Madrid. Though, the trip to Spain probably won't be until I leave to go back to the States.

I open the door to our veranda outside and lean against the railing, with raindrops falling on my head. For now, the rain is letting out and I see a ray of sunshine trying to push through those dark clouds.

"The trip is a go. Sure, our flight is delayed 45 minutes but it's not canceled. WE ARE GOING TO PARIS!" she screams mimicking a Parisian accent. I raise my arms above my head in celebration.

About an hour later we passed through security & boarded the plane to Paris. My heart was racing faster than the horses running for the Triple Crown. I hate flying. Luckily, it's only a two-hour flight.

I haven't spoken to Tom is about a week. He's very in demand with interviews everyday and television appearances. Plus, he's still filming parts of Henry V, which should wrap today or tomorrow. I can't remember. Hell, I don't even think he knows I'm not in London.

"Do you know French, Kris?" I look at her across the seat in the taxi. "You don't need to know French in Paris, Marie." She says shrugging.

Well we're screwed.

We arrive at this beautiful hotel, Hotel Ritz where the cheapest room is $2000. Kris' parents paid for our trip as a very early present for Kris unofficially being accepted into RADA. Lord bless them and their giving hearts.

The bellhop shows us our private suite with photos of Coco Chanel & Ernest Hemingway filling the halls. We have a spectacular view of Paris, the city of love. There are two rooms in our suite, both with a private bathroom, walk-in closet & a private balcony. Absolutely stunning, I've never seen anything like this.

"Dude! We have a tray of chocolate and champagne!!"

I run into the common room to see Kris already opening the bottle with a butcher knife. "Watch this," she says excitedly, popping the neck of the bottle off making the champagne flow down into our glasses.

Talent.

I take a sip and truthfully, I hate champagne but since this is a special occasion, why not enjoy this?

"So, dinner tonight. We have guests," Kris says in between gulps. "Guests? Who?"

She sets her glass down only to walk towards the kitchen, knife in hand. "Guests. That's all you need to know. They're going to help us have a little fun," she winks with a devilish smile.

If I know Kris like I think I do, tonight is going to be crazy.

And after these past few weeks, I need to get a little crazy.