AN: Okay,so last chapter Athena found Terrance sleeping with anther woman. They got in a huge fight, Terrance beat up on her, and Taylor came to the rescue. It’s now been a few months and Taylor has been living with Athena, trying to get her back on her feet.

Oh (oh oh oh)

Oh (oh oh oh)

Oh (oh oh oh)

Oh (oh oh oh)

I walked out of the bedroom and looked over to Taylor.

“There you are sweet pea!” She exclaimed, looking me over.

“Tay, it’s way too early to be this loud.” I mumble, stretching.

“And it’s been way too long for you to be this upset. It’s been months! I know that man was your life for years. But he’s done and gone, and was never good for you.”

I sigh. I know, and some days I was great. But sometimes, some days, those happy memories still came back to me

Keep drinkin’ coffee

Stare me down across the table

While I look outside

“Listen hun, I know you’re trying. And you’re doing good. I see that smile some days. But I want to see it everyday. So, we’re leaving this place that’s packed full of memories and going on a trip. All summer. You and me.”

“What? Tay, I don’t have the money for that.” I said. I hadn’t been working much lately, half not feeling up to going out and half afraid to run into him.

“Nope, no excuses. All expenses paid by me. You’re only required to come along and find a killingly handsome french man to fall in love with and forget all about the ex-jerk.

I smile. This would be good for me. The only thing holding me back was these memories. I really did feel better, but just as I was feeling good, I’d see a ghost of Us in the corner talking, on the couch laughing, in the kitchen kissing. “Okay. I’m in. I don’t know about the french man, I think I’m staying away from men a little while longer, but I’ll go.”

“Great! Now, get dressed because you have an appointment at the salon! I’ve got some packing to do.”

So many things I’d say if only I were able

But I just keep quiet

And count the cars that pass by

“Uh, hello.” I said shyly.

“Oh, girl, please. Let’s get down to it. You look like crap darling. Some guy break your heart? Well, let’s show him he doesn’t own you anymore and get you looking hot! My name is Brian.” The stylist, Brian said.

I look at him. “O-okay.” I stutter.

“Now, what kind of look are you wanting? Your friend said something about a trip? Where too?” He rambled off, talking fast.

“Uhm, France.” I said.

“Ohh! Great, darling I know just the style! Chic, simple, stylish. With those eyes and those hips, we can make any look fabulous. Now turn for me. Let me get a look at you.”

You’ve got opinions, man

We’re all entitled to ’em

But I never asked

“Mmm, those hips sweetie. Those hips can knock a man off his feet if you cover them right. And that hair, sweetie, your poor hair. I almost feel more sorry for that hair than you. What are you doing to it? Nothing! You need to let that hair down and free. Let it breathe.” Brian shook his head. “Theses french men won’t know what hit them once I’m done with you. Now turn away from the mirror.”

I nodded, butterflies in my stomach. I had dressed down so no one would notice for so long. I was nervous about being noticed again. I clench my teeth. No. Terrance was gone. He couldn’t control me anymore. This was my life. If I wan’t to become a famous singer I needed to dress to notice. Not hide in the background like some scared child.

So let me thank you for your time

And try to not waste any more of mine

Get out of here fast

France. We were here. The smile on my lips hadn’t left since I returned home to show Taylor my new look. I have to give it to Brian, he did good. And I felt good.

“Let’s go scope out this place. There’s supposed to be a really cute little square down the street.” Taylor said. “I’m going to unpack our stuff and meet you down there. Go.”

I nod, knowing not to argue with Taylor, and turn away to walk down to the square.

I hate to break it to you, babe

But I’m not drowning

There’s no one here to save

I took a deep breath and watched the fountain. It was calming. The square was peaceful even though there were plenty of people here. Wind rustled the green leaves above me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling my hair move around in the wind. It had been too long since I’d felt that.

“Excuse me. Tu parles en anglaise?” A strong but gentle voice said from behind me.

Who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

“Uh what did you just ask?” I asked, turning to face him. I looked him over. He was handsome. Red hair, green eyes, and a splash of freckles across his nose.

So you dare tell me who to be

Who died and made you king of anything?

“Oh, great, you speak simlish.” He said, a disarming smile crossing his face. “You have no idea how hard it was to find you. My french is too bad to hold a normal conversa-” He stopped mid sentence, looking into my eyes that I had finally raised to his.

I look him over again. Terrance would’ve had my head if I spoke to him. I smiled. “At least you can speak it.” I said, ignoring the pause.

“Your eyes…” He whispered, stepping closer.”I’ve never seen anything like them.”

You sound so innocent

All full of good intent

You swear you know best

“Thanks.” I said, blushing.

“Uh-I’m sorry.” He said, regaining himself. “So, uh, what brings you to France?”

My smile fell. I quickly brought it back though. He didn’t need to know the whole story. “My friend wanted to get away from our small town for the summer. She’s always wanted to go to France.” I said.

He green eyes watched me intently. He looked about to say something then stopped himself. “Well, it’s beautiful here. I’m staying all summer too.”

“Really? What made you run away for a summer?” I asked.

But you expect me to

Jump up on board with you

And ride off into your delusional sunset

His face fell. I knew that look. It was one I had been wearing until the other day.

“There’s some crazy stuff going on right now where I live between Supernaturals and Sims. Plus I love to travel. So I picked here and came.” He said, putting a smile back on. My phone buzzed. Taylor was letting me know where to meet her. So he was from a town that was having actual problems.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Do by any chance know where the Bistro is?” I asked.

I’m not the one who’s lost

With no direction oh

But you’ll never see

“Yea, it’s right across the square. Hey, there’s this club down the street. Le Grand Nuit. Apparently it’s a pretty big place on the weekends. Maybe I’ll see you and our friend there?” He asked.

I smiled. “Yea, maybe. I think we were going to go there. See you around. Thanks for the directions.” I said, turning and walking towards the Bistro.

You’re so busy makin’ maps

With my name on them in all caps

You’ve got the talkin’ down

Just not the listening

When I sat down Taylor had already ordered our food. “Alright, dish girl. I’ve left you alone for a couple hours and you’ve already got some french hottie talking to you!” She gushed.

I rolled my eyes. “Tay, he isn’t french, and we were just talking. Apparently he’s here for the summer too. Seems he’s running away from someone as well.” I took a bite of my crepe, letting the tastes run over my tongue.

“No way! Then pounce on him girl! You two are just what you need! A summer fling to get over the ex-jerks. It’ll help him as well.” She exclaimed.

I shook my head. “No. We didn’t even exchange names. I’ll probably never see him again.” I shrug.

“It’s a small town. We will hunt him down if we have to.” Taylor said, a determined look on her face.

“Whatever. Oh, he did tell us we should check out the night club down the road. Le Grand Nuit ot something like that.”

And who cares if you disagree?

You are not me

Who made you king of anything?

So you dare tell me who to be

Who died and made you king of anything?

“Oh yea? And you want to go? Have you ever been to a night club? Did Terrance ever let you” She asked.

“Who cares what Terrance ever let me do or not do. Aren’t we here to forget about him?” I snapped. “I’m sorry,” I said, seeing her face fall. “I’m sorry Tay. No he never let me. But I want to try it out. This is all about making new memories right? What better way to do that than to do stuff I wasn’t ever able to? Let’s go. Tonight.”

Taylor smiled. “Alright. We’ll have to get you a dress though.”

All my life

I’ve tried

To make everybody happy while I

Just hurt

And hide

Waitin’ for someone to tell me it’s my turn

To decide.

King of Anything by Sara Bareilles

AN: I know not much happened. Just getting it set up for the next chapter 🙂 I’ll try and get that out super soon!!