Lemon and Lime

Summary: A lemon, sweet and bright, a lime, dull and sour mixing them is like mixing opposite people and the result is one twisted demented liquid. A little art adventure for school turns into an extravagant French dream when Kimiko finds the hottest Brazilian star staying one hotel room above hers…

Discliamor: Okay of course I don't own XS or anything except this stinking plot!

"Kimi are you sure you'll be all right?" her father asked her as she pulled a light pink duffel bag over her shoulder.

"Yes dad I'll be fine, it's me and three other kids, their will be others from different schools you got it okay it's not like I'm going out to Paris on my own!" she said reassuring his worried thoughts.

"Okay," he said laughing and kissing her head.

She growled and her flight was tuning out the final words.

"Gotta go!" she said clutching to the bag and sprinting towards a red headed boy and a raven haired girl such as herself.

It was scheduled to be a 14 hour flight with multiple stops and much turbulence. Kimiko reached around in her back pulling out a lime green ipod and turning it in scrolling down a long list of songs. A familiar beat made her smile as the plane took off and she spent the whole time staring out the window. She lifted her arms as the sun stained her sapphire eyes making her flinch. The pilot's voice filled over the speaker and she grabbed her bag and got up. She grabbed the girl's hood that had been going with her so they didn't get lost and the girl grabbed Kimiko's hand. The red haired boy laughed at them and led the way. Glass windows and circular lights rimmed the airport. Both stood dazed as people on cell phones spoke the foreign language and made a mad dash. Everything was so French here.

A tall blonde who was mildly overweight came up behind them.

"Okay now that were all here, what do you want to do first?" he asked.

Kimiko whispered something to the girl and they smirked at their attempts.

The girl spoke up, "We'd like to go back to our hotel and get some rest, it's been a long trip," she said flipping her hair.

"What? Our first day in Par-," the redhead started but his mouth was quickly covered.

"Well Jack will get used to it, he's just curious!" she said making her eyes go up and down at Clay.

"Okay then off to our hotel!" he said, "Jack and I will share a room and Keiko and Kimiko will share one, got it?"

They all nodded and Jack looked kind of scared to be sharing a room with him.

The girl who went by Keiko spoke up, "Are other schools staring in the same hotel?"

"Yes they are, their should be maybe twenty one other students besides us, not to many make it to Paris!" Clay stated with lots of pep filling his voice.

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. Their hotel was older and very classy. Painters stood in the lobby doing portraits and many business men and women walked around in the most delightful clothing many had seen. Keiko and Kimiko walked to a room labled 1259 and Clay and Jack had 1260. An arched doorway led to their bathroom which had marble flooring and countertops. Statues were carved into the wooden rim and movie star lights. They stared at each other in total ah.

A knock on the door interrupted their peaceful tour of their room. Keiko peered through the small glass hole and noticed Jack standing their very annoyed. She opened the door and crossed her arms standing there for second. He walked right past her and made himself comfy on the king sized bed with a canopy wrapped around it and a dark red comforter.

"Why are you here?" she asked annoyed.

"Umm why are we spending our first day.. resting?" Jack asked putting his fingers in peace signs and bending them down on the resting.

They two girls burst out laughing.

"Resting?" Keiko said another giggle afterwards.

"Yeah that's what you told Clay!" he said turning red because he felt that was a stupid remark.

"Oh we lied, were going to party tonight, just not with Clay and nothing to do with art!" Keiko snapped.

Jack pondered that thought and rested his head back on the pillow.

"Ah don't you have like your own room?" Kimiko asked placing her bags on the bed next to the one Jack had himself spread out over.

Jack laughed, "With Clay?"

Kimiko shook her head and grabbed her purse pulling out three dollars, "What do you guys want to drink?"

"Whatever?" the said together.

Kimiko nodded and walked out the door and looked around confused. She bit her bottom lip and went up a winding staircase. She entered a ballroom with multiple doors leading to different rooms, one was lit up and it held a coke machine. She shoved her money in but not without hearing faint footsteps that turned into dancing and a voice singing ever so perfectly.

Authors Note: So i tried this story once but put so much more detail into it, yeah that doesn't work for me, it only drags and make everyones life miserable so here was my redo, hope you thought it was at least a little better then the last one!