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Romeu strolled casually down the walk toward the Eiffel Tower. When he first arrived in Paris, that was one of the first things he had visited. Now, it just seemed like a swingset in his backyard - he was used to it being there and wasn't that interested in it anymore. He glanced up. The sun was just beginning to go down but that didn't stop the tourists. In fact, there seemed to be even more than there was earlier that day. Ah, dusk in Paris.

He walked slowly. He was in no rush to go anywhere or do anything or meet anyone; he just had to get out of his dorm and out of the university itself. Everywhere he turned he heard something about this stupid murderer. It was all ridiculous. There was no murderer, no one recreating any movie. And he was positive about that. He winked at a few girls as they passed, hearing them giggle amongst themselves. He smiled. All in a days' work for this little flirt.

He stopped for only a moment in front of the tower, glancing up. Even though he had seen it hundreds of times before, it never lost its beauty. He turned his head just as someone was taking a picture of their friends or family in front of the tower. He did a quick thumbs up with a huge smile. The photographer looked at him and he waved at them, continuing on the walk. He began to walk toward a surprisingly almost empty coffee shop.

Romeu walked in and glanced around. There were a few people left in the café, mainly tourists who were trying to get their energy back up to see the rest of the fashion capital. He remembered when he was like that. But now he felt like he belonged here. He ordered a coffee at the counter and sat down at a small table by a window, watching as people ran, jogged, or strolled by.

It was at that moment he wished he had someone to talk to. He had many friends, but none of which he found worthy of holding an actual conversation with. Then again that was partly on his fault; he was a funny guy who never liked talking about serious things. He sighed. It was a boring as hell day, and he wished he had work that night. He drummed his fingers on the table, wondering what he'd do next.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I WANT IS TO MESS AROUND AND I DON'T REALLY CARE 561 words. lyrics by: avril lavigne. tagged: romeu. Penny was bored as hell when she had logged onto her MSN, hoping there was someone out there in the seemingly lonesome world who would drag her out of the dreadful monotony that was her life. Gosh, she sounded like she slit her wrists. Sighing, she flipped the laptop shut and rolled her chair back away from her desk. Spinning around, she glared at the open doors of her closet. What to wear...what to wear...grrr. Probably one of the things she hated most was when she ran out of ideas of the perfect outfit. It was something she shared with her dad since it drained his credit account. She finally decided on a plain v-neck t-shirt and some faded blue denim cut offs. It wasn’t as though she was going to be spending very much time in her clothes anyway, right? That is, if things went as planned and she found some hot chap to have a one night stand with. Pairing it with a plain suede belt and wearing some Coach heart earbuds, she grabbed the keys to her bicycle lock and skipped out the house. On second thought, she decided a brisk walk would be better. If she met someone at one of the clubs or on the street, she wouldn’t want to be lugging around a bike when they stopped at his apartment. She cringed remembering a few times when that had happened. Yep, that would definitely be a mood killer, all right. If you’re wondering whether she enjoyed it, well, she didn’t. Sometimes it was great to receive an inbox full of good morning texts or know that if she didn’t turn off her cell phone, she’d wake up a thousand times to answer it. But they were all so...superficial. It wasn’t as though anyone called her because they truly wanted to talk to her. She was a distraction, and all these guys were the same for her. It was her stress release, and her means of getting lavish gifts since she couldn’t afford them. She was an average farm girl. Funny. To think that this top knotch parisian fashionista was walking down the champs elysses and had come from sheep herders and chicken slaughterers. But, that was the beauty of having a scholarship. She frowned as she looked up at the Eiffel Tower, remembering when her father had once brought her to Paris when she was around eight. She had begged him to let her stay, not wanting to go back to the little cottage in Normandy, and he had scolded her. He told her the city folk hadn’t any souls. Gosh, she missed him. So much. She squinted in the fading sunlight as she thought she saw a familiar face. She couldn’t be sure. She had only seen his IM icon. She walked a bit faster to catch up to him and nudged her shoulder against his so he would stop. ”Hey neighbour! Which pretty girl are you running away from?” she teased as she noticed the bunch of girls giggling beside them. This should be interesting. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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Romeu had enjoyed the sight of pretty girls walking around Paris. There were pretty girls in America, but none as beautiful as the ones here. He was being to think that maybe he would just never go back home again. But he knew he couldn't do that; he loved his family, and there was a lot of his family to love.

The image of the giggling girls was still in his mind and he could still, vaguely, hear their cute laughter when he felt someone nudge his shoulder. He turned his head with a raised eyebrow, wondering who could have possibly stopped him. A smile quickly erupted on his face as he saw Penelope. They hadn't met in person, which was odd seeing as how their rooms were right next to each other, but he remembered her face from the IM icon. To be completely honest, it was hard not to remember a face like hers. Then again, she was from France, and as stated before French girls were gorgeous.

He chuckled at her words, glancing over his shoulder at the girls. Apparently I was running away from you, he joked. Nah, I'm not running away from any of them. They could gladly come back to my room if they wish! He said the last part loudly, attracting a few gazes from tourists. He shrugged and grinned, not caring. He was never ashamed to say or do things. Life was too short to be afraid to do anything, and he was always the first one to preach that.

He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling slightly. He had someone to talk to, someone he got along with well already, and that was good enough for him. It beat staying in his room bored out of his guts. So how did you find me? he said, eyesbrows raised. Then he nodded in mock understandment. Oh, that's right. You're my stalker, how could I have possibly forgotten? He grinned.

Oh and by the way, he said, turning his body to her. When is our little slumber party thing going to happen? Because FYI I sleep naked. He said this with a completely serious face and tone, and after staring at her for a few moments he smirked, laughing. I'm just kidding, he assured. Well.. maybe. He gave her a wide, charming smile.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I WANT IS TO MESS AROUND AND I DON'T REALLY CARE 384 words. lyrics by: avril lavigne. tagged: romeu. Penny laughed at his almost joke.”Sleepovers” for them was definitely going to have a few added connotations. She could already tell. She looked him over once more. He seemed like such a sweet guy. Maybe she’d actually hold on to this one...as an actual friend. Damn. She’d never had one of those that didn’t end with “and benefits”. They could actually stay up all night just watching horror movies and scarfing down popcorn and beer. Wouldn’t that be fun? It would...she could actually see that working out. Woahh, ok he probably was thinking she was a freak for just looking at him and laughing. She blinked away the thoughts, fluttering her eyelids as she did. ”Slow down, jellybean. First, you said you would only be in if we had the fluffed up pajamas on. Second, I’m your stalker, remember. That means, I get to handcuff you to the bed and strip you. You’re not supposed to be willing, silly!” she grinned. She looked over at the other girls who were still watching them and chatting behind their hands. She looped her arm through his and started to walk. It was how she would always walk with everyone, guys and girls. She hated holding hands. It seemed so mushy, even if you had been dating for several years or were (holy lord) married! Plus, it was more intimate and at the same time, less committal. Turning her head back to catch the jealous glares of the blondes, she shook her head. [b}”You sure do work fast, I’ll give you that--even for an American. They were almost eating out of your hand.”

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She wondered where he was going. ”Where are you off to by the way? Hell, I don’t have any plans or anything, but I don’t want to keep you.”She glanced at her watch. The sun always sat really late in Europe, around ten sometimes. Although her original intent had been to go to the clubs and try to catch a socialite or find a party where someone eligible would be, perhaps a quieter night would be more fun. Besides, she actually enjoyed talking to this guy, and could have a conversation that didn’t include constant compliments or talks involving foreplay. It was nice. [/size][/div]

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Romeu glanced around, nodding to other people as he passed, winking to most of the girls. This was just a usual day for him. Whenever he saw an attractive girl he would wink and see what their reaction was. of course, there were always the overly snobby girl who would want nothing to do with him or anyone she would meet. He always shrugged those kinds of girls off. He liked girls that were hard to get, but he wasn't going to waste his time with someone like that.

He grinned down at her. But, damn, it's just so hard not to be willing! He chuckled. He liked Penny. Then again she was a girl, and he loved girls, so it was natural that he liked her. But he liked her on a different level than that. She actually intrigued him and went along with his stupid little jokes. He looked at her curiously as she slid her arm through his, then looked back at the group of girls and laughed. Gee, thanks for saving me from those hot girls over there. Really appreciate it, doll. He rolled his eyes playfully and smiled. Oh, you know, he said, I have that American swag going on. He smiled.

Romeu continued to leisurely stroll down the walk with their arms linked. He looked at her through the corner of his eyes as she spoke and shrugged. Nowhere, really, he replied. I've done nearly everything there is to do so I guess I'm starting all over with being a tourist and stuff. He chuckled softly. If he was really going back to being a fake tourist, then he'd need a little disposable camera like the one he came here with his junior year in high school. He remembered those days, unfortunately; he hated thinking of the days when he was a lame ass teenager.

Oh, you're not keeping me at all. I'm actually glad you showed up.

[/color] He smiled. Perhaps you'd like to go to the café? he suggested. On me. But you owe me. He winked at her and chuckled, winking at another girl who turned away. Man, you are ruining my game right now, sugar. He was joking, of course; he could care less about that girl. He smiled softly at her.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I WANT IS TO MESS AROUND AND I DON'T REALLY CARE 402 words. lyrics by: avril lavigne. tagged: romeu. Penny rolled her eyes, smiling. ”I’m just that awesome, getting all up in your grill. Besides, you’re outta their league, man.” she said in the best American accent she could muster. She had always wanted to go to the States. The movies came out quicker, they had several different types of magazines, and hell, they had really sugary foods! Of course, she figured it would be extremely odd having lived all her life in two places: the farm in Normandy and now the University campus in Paris. Besides, to think that people would look at her oddly rather than Romeau for her nationality was just hilarious. He had that All-American sort of look to him, it was as though he was seeping with his country’s patriotism. ”Your name is very French though, you know. Were your parents or someone from here?” she asked, curiously. Even though it had only been ten minutes since they had crossed paths, she was already having fun. They clicked with their stupid jokes and random ass remarks. It was like they were already the best of friends. ”You know, if you keep this up, I’ll be stuck to you like glue. You’ll have to get a restraining order and switch dorms!” she warned, laughingly as she commented on how they were getting along so well. It was nice. Most, if not all, the girls at the Sorbonne hated her. She was known to be a boyfriend stealer. The guys pretty much just used her. She was fine with that. After all, she used them. But, either way, it was a lonely way of living--despite the constant parties. There was no one to really be close to or whom she could be close with. She cocked her head at mention of the cafe. Sure. Why not? Maybe it would be nice to take a break from her hard knock life, and chill with a friend. Ok, so maybe not a friend since they barely knew each other, but someone whom she enjoyed being with. ”Alrighty, sure that sounds great. Tomorrow’s coffee will be on me, then.” she winked back. The night was still young, she justified. She would have tons of time....but she didn’t mind if this would take longer than expected. She hoped it would last. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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Romeu laughed, bowing his head slightly at her compliment. He definitely didn't think they were out of his league; as a matter of fact he thought it was the other way around. He knew how a lot of French women were. They had high standards that he couldn't possibly come close to, nor would he particularly want to. He'll stick to just sleeping with the occasional woman rather than have to be in actual relationship with them. Thank you, dear miss, he replied with a smile. But do me a favor and stick with your French accent. It suits you much more. And it was true; Penny didn't seem nearly as attractive with an American accent than she did with a French one.

Contrary to his prior thoughts, he didn't think Penny was a high standards type, but he couldn't see himself with her romantically. He could see they were already great friends and he would hate to have anything ruin that, even the simplest little thing. He even felt lucky that he and Eli had broken up on good terms and were still good friends, he would have hated to have lost such a great person due to feelings getting in the way. He listened to her question, shaking his head. No, he said, I'm fully Portuguese. My parents were born in Portugal. I was too, but we left to the States when I was two.

Romeu wished he could remember those two years of his life when he was in Portugal, but he didn't. He had visited many times, but never for too long, but he had decided that when he had enough money he would visit there and stay for a while, possibly a whole year. But that was ways off. He still had to tell his mother if he was going to move back home or not. He shook it from his mind. He would think about that later, way later. He cocked an eyebrow as she spoke. Like glue, huh? he asked. He threw his arms around her suddenly, hugging her tightly. You mean glue like stuck like this? Because my arms are pretty stuck right now! He held onto her for a few moments longer before finally letting go, laughing. I wouldn't mind you being stuck to me like that. He winked.

He grabbed her arm lightly, looping it with his again. As strange as it sounded, he found it rather comfortable and he liked it. He would probably have to hang out with her a lot more just to walk like this. He almost laughed at the thought. He grinned at her approval of going to the café, and began leading her to the one he was thinking of. He nodded. Tomorrow's coffe is on you. Got it. He raised an eyebrow at her. This means you need to wake me up early. I have class at nine and I want my coffee before then, woman! Romeu laughed and they soon entered through the café doors.

He glanced up at the menu, deciding what exactly it was he wanted. He wasn't sure, and he wanted to let Penny go first, anyway. He always let the woman choose first; he always figured it was just the gentlemanly thing to do, like opening doors for them and pulling out their chairs for them. What would you like, little lady? he asked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I WANT IS TO MESS AROUND AND I DON'T REALLY CARE 321 words. lyrics by: avril lavigne. tagged: romeu. Penny gasped, faking a look of complete anger at the early coffee remark. ”No way then! You can snag your own cup of coffee. There’s no way I’m rushing to Starbucks that early. My classes don’t start til noon!” She exclaimed, playfully kicking his leg under the table. It was true, even though she was usually up much earlier, studying and studying. Her scholarship had such nasty guidelines--there was no way she could get away with all the late night partying and constant outings without devoting that much time to her schoolwork. Despite her slutty sorority girl take on university, Penny was brilliant. What she lacked in musical, athletic or any real talents she made up for her in her knack for mathematical equations and memorization skills. The problem came in the subjects of history, english, and all those other gen-eds that didn’t have a black and white basing. It wasn’t as though she was stupid in those, but it was there that she had to actually work hard. Additionally, as it would happen, the Sorbonne was known for having one of the most competitive pre-med programs in the world. She wasn’t going to fly by half-assing things that was for sure, and neither was she going to let herself get carried away in a fling that would cost her the career of her dreams. ”Mmm, I guess I’ll just be having some...chocolate gelato.” she smiled, closing her menu and setting it on the table. She leaned her face on her hand and looked to him. ”And you, Monsieur?” She crossed her legs and let one swing freely. Every so often it would tap against his knee. Penny couldn’t help it. She was used to being so naturally flirtatious that her not being flirtatious was...well, pretty damn still out there. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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Romeu pouted at her reply. Well fine! I mean we could have had that sleepover tonight then coffee in the morning but since you want to be so damn difficult... He rolled his eyes and grinned. You still owe me, though. He nodded once. He didn't really care; he never really asked for anything in return and after all it was just coffee. He disliked the people who always needed something in return if they did someone else a favor. It's a favor, you're usually not supposed to owe someone after they did something nice for you.

Unless of course they are bitter as all hell, then you don't want a favor from that person, anyway. He was never one to ask for favors, and if one was asked of him he wouldn't hesitate for a moment to do it. There was the manners and gentlemanly thing again. He supposed he was just a nice person; not too nice, of course. He knew when to stop being the good guy. He glanced around, spying out a few women in the cafe - unfortunately all of those who were with someone else. The corners of his mouth turned down but lifted right back up as his eyes found Penny again.

Mm, chocolate gelato, he said, his eyes skimming the menu very quickly. I'll take a blueberry scone. He smiled, waving a waiter over to take their simple order. Once he'd gone, Romeu felt the light taps on his knee by Penny's foot. He put on a serious look and leaned in close to her. Listen, he said softly in his most serious tone, kick me again and I shall break that dainty little ankle of yours. His eyes glinted with amusement and he couldn't help but to smile a little.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: eeeeee; border: #000000 solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I WANT IS TO MESS AROUND AND I DON'T REALLY CARE 331 words. lyrics by: avril lavigne. tagged: romeu. Penny smiled mischievously and leaned forward as well, resting her chin on her semi-crossed arms. ”Really?” she forcefully hit her foot against his knee and then leaned back, looking up at the sky as though she were the most innocent thing in the cafe. She brought her eyes down to look at him and burst out laughing, unable to keep the seriousness in. She never was one who could leave her poker face on. In fact, everything with her was some sort of joke. Some thought of it as immaturity or rude childishness, but really it was a type of defense mechanism. Penny was the kind of girl who took life to be like a bowl of ice cream. At any time it could melt, and she was sure as hell going to enjoy it before it did. She didn’t let things get her down for too long and she always skipped over her past, focusing on the present. She had hated her childhood, despite how sweet and simple it had been. It was one filled with love and a love for Mother Nature-- it was too bad that she was a big city type of girl even before she had visited one. She would never be able to appreciate the life she had led, and so she was perfectly content with her right here, right now. ”So tell me more about the real Romeu. I can’t be an awesome stalker unless I know the most minute of details about you, right?.” Penny winked. Her thoughts meandered back to their “sleepover”. Why not have it that night? Her classes weren’t until later and she had pretty much finished all her homework anyway. Besides, although school came first in her book--it was done with for the day. She had time. ”And, if I find you interesting enough, I might just have to drag you back to my dorm, neighbour,” she added with an extra smile. created by ade! pb-ified by will

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Romeu held his serious face for a long time, and held it well. He could easily act serious without really being it; it was just something he'd done forever. Some people don't really like it, because they can't tell when he's really being serious or not, but this was his way of having fun. He liked to mess with people. It was amusing for him and though it didn't amuse many others, he didn't quite care. He loved life and thought it was too much work to be serious all the time.

When Penny kicked him again, he fake sneered at her but unfortunately couldn't keep it for long. He started laughing and so did she; he was sure they were getting looked from the few other people in the café. As if he cared at all; he was a Class A goof and liked when people looked at him. That just meant that he was having fun and they weren't. People should really just loosen up a little. He turned his head and stared back at one of those that were staring at him. He put his serious face on and saluted at them. He turned back to Penny and smiled.

Romeu tilted his head just a little as she asked about the real him. The real him? Well he never gave that much thought. This was the real him - he thought. For as long as he could remember her was telling jokes and playing pranks and just having fun. I have no idea what the real me is, he admitted with a small shrug. I'm just me, I guess. It was true. He didn't have a clue about the real him. He was nice, sweetm funny and outgoing; but did that describe the real him? He didn't know.

He chuckled at her comment. Drag me, huh? He raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. What if I went there willingly? Then it won't matter if I'm interesting or not and you won't have to drag my fat ass. He laughed and slid his hand through his curly hair.

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