Peregrination (Part 9)
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I got up from the bed I was in, and stumbled over to the mirror. I had an insanely painful headache, but luckily I wasn't very nauseous. I still had my dress on from last night, and I looked like a mess. My hair was everywhere, and I had huge bags under my eyes. I laughed at my reflection, it must have been quite the night. I walked towards the bathroom, and confirmed that I was in my own room. The makeup bag was on the counter, just where I left it last night. I decided I should probably clean up before going to check on the guys, I look ridiculous. What time was it anyway? Man, I feel like shit. I really hope someone remembers some stories from last night; I'm sure they would be interesting to hear. Hopefully not as interesting as the last time we got completely wasted. I couldn't handle a repeat of that. Things were finally amazing between Noah and I, and I didn't want anything, or anyone, changing that.
The clock read 10:47am when I was finally ready. I knocked on Noah's door, but he wasn't there, nor was Ben or Sam. Hopefully they were all downstairs getting something to eat, I didn't want to spend the last few hours in Paris alone. Our train was leaving right after lunch, so we would have a short amount of time to finish exploring Paris. I made my way downstairs, towards the dining room. The aroma of bacon, and toast overwhelmed my senses. There were only a few people still enjoying their hot breakfasts, probably because it was so bloody late. We never got up this late on vacations. Practically every day this trip we have gotten up before seven o'clock, so this was kind of stretch, but we did have good reasons. Damn, I was extremely hung over. I wondered if the others were feeling the same headache I was feeling.
A few kids ran past me, almost knocking me over. They were yelling, and their parents just watching with pride of how cute their children were. If Sam didn't wave me over, I might have gone over to the parent's of those children, and told them to a put a leash on their children. As you can tell, I feel like shit. Those kids were so loud, which made my headache even worse. I walked over to the table they were at, and took a seat across from Noah. He was smiling at me, and it looked like he was holding back laughter. Ben and Sam also seemed like they were holding back a bit of laughter. I stared at them all in confusion. Noah finally lost his composure, and asked if I had a rough night. They all started laughing, while I just shook my head in shame. So maybe I had a few more drinks than them, but I didn't think that many more. Sam was of course, the most sober out of us all. He gave a brief overview of the whole night. Apparently one drink led to another, but Ben was the next to stop drinking.
He found a nice distraction, foreign; Sam described her as very beautiful. Sam told me that Noah and I had a contest to see who could drink more, I guess I won. I had even taken a few shots after I won. There were also a few stories of older men, no I don't mean older as in forties, I mean older as in sixties. My strategy to get them to back, was to cling onto Noah, and tell them if they didn't leave me alone, my "boyfriend" would take care of them. Everyone let out a good chuckle at that story. I laughed, but it was mostly to cover up the fact that I was blushing. I was a mess when I was drunk, so I reminded myself to never go to an open bar again for the rest of the trip. After a few more stories, I went to get some breakfast. The guys had already eaten, but Noah offered to stay while Sam and Ben went to look at activities for Venice. I love Venice, and I was extremely excited to finally be going there.
I thanked Noah for fending off the older men for me. I also apologized for my drunken behavior. He just laughed, and told me he didn't mind at all. I felt really secure and safe around Noah. He protected me like a brother would, but I really didn't want to be just seen like a sister to him. I wanted to have more with him. I wanted this to be more than just a small thing, but was it even that? I don't know what this is. Yes, so far on this trip, we have become closer. We have finally had some, uh, moments together. I'm not really sure if I would classify them as moments, but to me, I feel something between us. It's that stupid tension, I will say it, that stupid sexual tension between two people. I have felt it for a long time. It could be one of two things, well actually three.
It could be the tension that grows between two people, and then turns into something more; but honestly, that could be an unlikely route. Secondly, it could be the awkward sexual tension, but it is mostly just the awkward. The kind that is just, oh, well she is showing signs that she likes me, but I don't feel the same, so the tension just mounts between us. Or finally, it could just be nothing, and I am over analyzing, over thinking, and just missing the facts, there is nothing here, but something inside of me thinks otherwise. I know I can be crazy, or insane, but this seems different. I don't know, I just feel something there between us, I just really wish I knew how he felt. There were a few almost incidents, but we're on vacation, and this could be like the whole, what happens in Paris, stays in Paris.
The clock read 10:47am when I was finally ready. I knocked on Noah's door, but he wasn't there, nor was Ben or Sam. Hopefully they were all downstairs getting something to eat, I didn't want to spend the last few hours in Paris alone. Our train was leaving right after lunch, so we would have a short amount of time to finish exploring Paris. I made my way downstairs, towards the dining room. The aroma of bacon, and toast overwhelmed my senses. There were only a few people still enjoying their hot breakfasts, probably because it was so bloody late. We never got up this late on vacations. Practically every day this trip we have gotten up before seven o'clock, so this was kind of stretch, but we did have good reasons. Damn, I was extremely hung over. I wondered if the others were feeling the same headache I was feeling.
A few kids ran past me, almost knocking me over. They were yelling, and their parents just watching with pride of how cute their children were. If Sam didn't wave me over, I might have gone over to the parent's of those children, and told them to a put a leash on their children. As you can tell, I feel like shit. Those kids were so loud, which made my headache even worse. I walked over to the table they were at, and took a seat across from Noah. He was smiling at me, and it looked like he was holding back laughter. Ben and Sam also seemed like they were holding back a bit of laughter. I stared at them all in confusion. Noah finally lost his composure, and asked if I had a rough night. They all started laughing, while I just shook my head in shame. So maybe I had a few more drinks than them, but I didn't think that many more. Sam was of course, the most sober out of us all. He gave a brief overview of the whole night. Apparently one drink led to another, but Ben was the next to stop drinking.
He found a nice distraction, foreign; Sam described her as very beautiful. Sam told me that Noah and I had a contest to see who could drink more, I guess I won. I had even taken a few shots after I won. There were also a few stories of older men, no I don't mean older as in forties, I mean older as in sixties. My strategy to get them to back, was to cling onto Noah, and tell them if they didn't leave me alone, my "boyfriend" would take care of them. Everyone let out a good chuckle at that story. I laughed, but it was mostly to cover up the fact that I was blushing. I was a mess when I was drunk, so I reminded myself to never go to an open bar again for the rest of the trip. After a few more stories, I went to get some breakfast. The guys had already eaten, but Noah offered to stay while Sam and Ben went to look at activities for Venice. I love Venice, and I was extremely excited to finally be going there.
I thanked Noah for fending off the older men for me. I also apologized for my drunken behavior. He just laughed, and told me he didn't mind at all. I felt really secure and safe around Noah. He protected me like a brother would, but I really didn't want to be just seen like a sister to him. I wanted to have more with him. I wanted this to be more than just a small thing, but was it even that? I don't know what this is. Yes, so far on this trip, we have become closer. We have finally had some, uh, moments together. I'm not really sure if I would classify them as moments, but to me, I feel something between us. It's that stupid tension, I will say it, that stupid sexual tension between two people. I have felt it for a long time. It could be one of two things, well actually three.
It could be the tension that grows between two people, and then turns into something more; but honestly, that could be an unlikely route. Secondly, it could be the awkward sexual tension, but it is mostly just the awkward. The kind that is just, oh, well she is showing signs that she likes me, but I don't feel the same, so the tension just mounts between us. Or finally, it could just be nothing, and I am over analyzing, over thinking, and just missing the facts, there is nothing here, but something inside of me thinks otherwise. I know I can be crazy, or insane, but this seems different. I don't know, I just feel something there between us, I just really wish I knew how he felt. There were a few almost incidents, but we're on vacation, and this could be like the whole, what happens in Paris, stays in Paris.
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