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I'm going to update again, I'm doing two updates per day, but don't think I'll do it everyday... LOL

Avril’s POV

The restaurant we end up coming isn’t empty, but it’s almost, and it’s really romantic. It’s French and the food is delicious. No one interrupted us asking for pictures or autographs, which I’m glad about. Not that I don’t like doing it, but this isn’t really the time of these kind of stuff. We are drinking champagne and Deryck is telling me about how were the things in UK.

I tell him about what I did these last days too, although he already knows almost everything, because I told him in the innumerous calls we did. I wish I could show him the video of The Best Damn Thing, but I didn’t receive it yet.

Two hours and two bottles of champagne later, Deryck is paying the bill and asks me:

“So, where are we going now?”

“I don’t know…” I say. I’m really drunk. And so is he.

“What time is your bus leaving tomorrow?” He wants to know.

“Just after midday… the next concert is only the day after tomorrow.” I explain and he smiles.

“I think we should go to a hotel. You know, would be great to spend the night at the hotel instead of the bus.” He says looking at me naughtily.

“Well… it would be awesome.” I agree. Even though the bus is really comfortable and fancy, there’s nothing like a real room. I mean, my room in the bus is practically my bed and my tv. There isn’t space for anything else. Or anyone else.

“So… what are we waiting? Let’s Go!” Deryck stands up and almost fall in the floor. I laugh. I think we shouldn’t have drunk all that champagne, but it was really good.

“Dear, you really can’t drive. So can’t I.” I say.

“There’s no problem, we can call a cab.” He says dialing the cab company number.

We go to a nice hotel here in Victoria, it’s not anything fancy, but it’s actually cute. Deryck gets the best room and he doesn’t stop kissing me, and we are still in the hall. I don’t think he would be doing it if he was sober, neither would I. But I like it. It’s so wonderful having him here with me. Only the thought that we are going to different places tomorrow breaks my heart.

“Oh, shit. I didn’t bring any pajamas.” I say when we enter the room.

Deryck smiles at me and then pulls me toward him, wraps his arms around my waist and starts kissing me.

”Babe, I don’t think you’ll need any clothes tonight.” He whispers in my ear, strokes his hands throw my back and kiss me again. It’s really good. He is totally right. Who needs clothes here?

The next time I see we are in the bed. Well, I think it’s going to be an amazing night.


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