***Note: I'm sorry if my French is off but I can't get the dashes and other marks over the letters. Sorry***

Bridgette's P.O.V.

We were lost. Of course we were lost. Not even a whole Tag and we're lost. Actually it had only been three hours of being in Paris and Courtnet had gotten us lost.
"This way." Courtney started to steer me down another alley, only occasionly glancing up from the map.
"Why don't we ask for directions?" I suggested and started off towards a McDonalds. Yes there was a MacDonalds right there, brightly lit on the straße corner.
"Bridgette," She said, grabbing my arm and stopping me in my tracks. "I was CIT, remember. I have a natural sense of direction." As usual her voice was calm and confident like it usually was when she mentioned her CIT experience. "And CITs don't ask for directions." She added and strode down the dim alley.
"Well I'm still going to ask. I'm not a CIT." I shook off her arm and sprinted inside the McDonalds.
"Excuse me, but can Du find get me and my friend to the Joyce Hotel?" I questioned in english. The cashier I had asked looked confused. Just then Courtney stormed in babbling about how pointless asking directions was.
"Excusez-moi?" She questioned in perfect French. "Pouvez-vous me montrer et mon ami a Joyce l'hotel?"
"Surement." He answered and led us outside after a word with his manager.
We followed after his steady pace.
"What did Du say to him?" I asked Courtney quietly.
"The same as you." She whispered back. "Excuse me, can Du Zeigen me and my friend to the Joyce hotel? And he sagte yes so now we're on our way to the hotel." She pulled out her PDA and logged on to her email.
So even when Du think Courtney just screwed up everything for your trip to Paris you're suddenly on your way to the exact place Du want to be.
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Duncan's P.O.V.

Courtney's Email:

Hey Duncan, I miss Du too. Me and Bridgette are leaving a McDonalds resturaunt where she just asked directions because she thinks I can't get us to the hotel Von myself. How could she doubt me? I was a CIT! & then she asked teh directions in ENGLISH. But don't worry, I bailed her out. And now we're on our way to the hotel with a cashier. Yup it's pretty sad. Well I hope Geoff's doing okay. Bridgette says she's amd at him for not getting the tickets - Did he tell Du about that? - but I can tell she misses him. But not as much as I miss you! I think Du and Geoff should ahng out Mehr often. On TDI u guys were like Best Friends! And don't Du dare deny it. We just finished watching the entire first season a few hours ago. And Du and Geoff have so much in common. Ok maybe not but both of your girlfriends are best Friends that are off in Paris! It's really beautiful here. Well I hope Du can E-Mail me back soon. Liebe u xoxox
Courtney

I read the message eight times. She was right. Me and Geoff should hang out Mehr often. Except he will probably just cry the whole time. But maybe if I can get him to forget Bridgette for a couple of hours he won't be so bad...

Courtney's P.O.V.

"Merci, Jean-Marrie." I sang in French and slammed the hotel door.
"Well he was cute." Bridgette Kommentiert with a dreamy smile.
I giggled. "Ooooh! Is Bridgette getting another boyfriend."
"Oh, very funny!" Bridgette giggled and fake-slapped me.
"Well we can go to McDonalds tommorow and then Du can see Mehr of your new boyfriend." I laughed.
"Let's get some room service." Bridgette smiled.
"Good idea I'm starved!" I complained and picked up the phone. In French I quickly ordered.
"What are we getting?" Bridgette questioned.
"It's a surprise I told her.
**3 Minuten later**
"That was fast." I Kommentiert as the Essen was rushed into our room.
"Eww!!!!!!! Snails!!!" Bridgette exclaimed after the maid person that had brought our Essen left.
"It's Escargo." I told her and plucked a crpes from the plate. "Mmmm I'm gonna miss these things when we get back to Canada."
"You mean the sanils?!?" She gasped in desbelief.
"Gross!! No I was talking about the crepes."
"Oh good."
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