So, I'm in Quebec for a few days so I decided to write this. I'll be putting in translation for the few french words that'll be in it. Hope you like it!

Will's POV

I swung my bag onto one of the creaky beds of the cheap hostel (a/n: a hostel is a cheaper hotel, for those of you who don't know) and my boyfriend Nico did the same on the other side. As part of our school's french program, the school was sponsoring a four day trip to Quebec City, because France was just too expensive. Our other roommates filtered in, looking around at the dismal room. The school was relatively poor, and the trip had sapped up quite a bit of the funding, so there could be anywhere from five to ten people in a room with only one queen sized bed and one set of bunk beds. At least we had been lucky to score our own bathroom. The public ones would be a nightmare. 

"First things first," Frank said once everyone was in the room. "We need to arrange the sleeping places.

"I vote Nico and Will get the queen sized," Leo grinned with a gleam in his devilish eye. "They're going to want to sleep together." 

"Obvoiusly," Jason snorted. "There's no way I'm sleeping with any of you. I want the top bunk."  Percy turned toward him. 

"I think you're mistaken, Grace. That bunk is mine."

"I can't believe you idiots are already fighting about this," Nico groaned, flopping onto our shared bed in frustration. 

"Someone needs to have it," Jason complained. 

"Yeah, and it's going to be me." Jason and Percy were giving each other the evil eye. For friends, they fought a lot. 

"I can't believe I have to do this," Nico groaned, getting up. He got in front of all four of the boys, putting a number behind his back. One hand was clenched in a fist, the other had one finger out, the rest of the fingers closed into a fist. 

"Whoever gets the number gets the top bunk, the second closest gets the bottom. the other two get the floor."

"I'm going first!" Percy shouted. "Five." Jason glared at Percy, and I was guessing he had been going to pick five as well. 

"Six," Jason decided. 

"Three." Frank was closer than either of the two. I knew Jason wouldn't be happy when he discovered he inevitably got the floor. Nico nodded to Leo. 

"So, what do you think it is?" Leo cocked his head, scrutinizing Nico. He studied every inch of him, as if looking would get him the answer. At last, an impish grin appeared on his face. 

"It's one." His tone was the most sure I had ever heard. Nico shook his head in wonderment and brought out both hands. One finger was held up, all others bent inward toward his hand. 

"Leo gets top bunk, Frank gets bottom. Percy and Jason, you're on the floor." The two losers stared daggers at Leo, who giggled and climbed the ladder to the top bunk, waving down at us from his perch. I tossed Percy and Jason the two yoga mats I'd been carrying, the ones that they'd be sleeping on for the next three nights. Percy was surveying the room, trying to find the best sleeping spot. His eyes landed on a soft armchair near the window. 

"I call the chair!" He called out. He darted over and put his duffel bag on it before Jason had a chance to respond. Jason cursed under his breath and laid out his yoga mat on Nico's side of the bed, the one right next to the heater. 

"Well, at least I'll be warm," he sighed. 

"So, what do you want to do?" Percy asked after everyone had finished setting up their bedding. I shrugged. 

"We have a few hours before we have to be back here for dinner. We can all split up and enjoy the city." The rest of the room nodded and split up, most likely to find their respective girlfriends. I linked arms with Nico. 

"Shall we?" I asked. A playful grin appeared on Nico's face. 

"We shall." 

Nico's POV

Will and I left the hostel, coming on to the bustling streets of Quebec City. A cool breeze was hitting our faces, and most people wore light fall jackets to keep themselves warm. All around us, people rushed past us, trying to get to where they needed to go. An important looking man pushed past us, speaking rapid french into the cell phone he held up to his ear. He was wearing a fancy gray three piece suit, with a matching tie to go along with it. I looked around in awe. I had been a lot of places, but never Quebec. 

"So, where do you want to go?" I asked uncomfortably. I didn't like not being fluent in the native language. It had always made me uncomfortable, not knowing what people around me were saying. They could be talking about the weird kid wearing all black and I wouldn't have a clue. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," Will said. "Let's see if we can find somewhere to eat." My stomach growled and I nodded. I had skipped breakfast this morning so i wouldn't be late for the bus, and I hadn't brought any snacks. We stepped off the stone steps of the hostel and officially entered the city. 

As was expected, tourist shops littered the sidewalks, selling Quebec snow globes and iconic tourist tee shirts. All sorts of restaurants sat squashed in between the tourist shops, but Will said he didn't want to go to any. He had expressed to me that he wanted crepes, which were very popular in Canada, and he saw this as his one chance to get them. At last, we came across a restaurant that sold only crepes. It had wide, open windows to let the air in and pretty lace curtains. We walked inside, and we were immediately greeted by a friendly looking waitress wearing a bandanna as a headband and a black shirt that said casse- crepe breton (a/n: this is a real place so if you ever go to Quebec check it out!) on it in white lettering, which seemed to be the standard uniform. 

"Deux?" (two) she asked. 

"Oui," (yes) I responded. She motioned for us to follow and led us to a booth near an open window, which showed a view of the street. She left and came back with two glasses and a pitcher of water, then left us alone again to look over the menus. 

"What're you getting?" I asked Will, who had already set down his menu. 

"Ham and egg," he responded. I wrinkled my nose. 

"What?" He asked. 

"Why are you getting that? It sound so boring." 

Well, what are you getting, then?" He asked, laughing. 

"I'm getting the chocolate dessert crepe, which sounds much better than whatever you're getting." He laughed, which was one of my favorite sounds in the world. 

"I always knew you were a child at heart." 

The waitress came back, holding her order pad up. I got the sense she knew we didn't know much french. I kicked Will underneath the table, silently begging him to order first. He knew how much I hated talking to people. Thankfully, he got the message. 

"Uhh, jamboin, oueff?" (Ham, egg) Will asked cautiously. The waitress nodded. 

"Oui." She pointed her pen at me. 

"Chocolat," (chocolate, obv ;) I said nervously, hoping I wasn't about to accidentally screw up and say the most offensive word in the french dictionary. The waitress nodded. 

"Oui." She turned away to give our orders to the kitchen. When she was gone, I let out a shaky breath. 

"That was terrifying. I hate talking to new people anyway, but in a different language it's horrible." 

"Hey, at least your order was the easiest french word in history," Will smirked. "I had no idea what I was doing." I shook my head. 

"You always have just the right comeback for every thing I say, don't you?" 

"What can I say? I can read you like an open book." 

We spent the time together talking and laughing, so it seemed like no time at all when our food arrived. Will's crepe was thick, with a bit of ham sticking out of the side and a small pile of shredded carrots on the side. Mine was thin and the batter part was flaky like the best crepes are. It smelled strongly of Nutella, and a dollop of whipped cream was placed delicately on the large white plate, adorned with a sprinkle of chocolate dust. Hungrily, I grabbed my fork and knife from the side of the table and started to cut the crepe. When I was finished, most of the pieces were a chocolaty mess. I glanced up at Will, who was eating neat slices of his food, cutting up his crepe piece by piece. 

"I will always be amazed at your cutting skills," I told him, shaking my head. 

 "Well, I didn't get dessert for lunch, so that might have been the reason." I put a piece of the crepe in my mouth. The chocolate hazelnutty flavor filled my mouth, and I smiled in satisfaction. 

"Jokes on you," I said once I had finished my bite. "Mine tastes way better." 

"Doubtful," Will said. I reached over and speared a piece of his crepe with my fork. 

"Well, we'll just have to see, won't we?" 

Will's POV

We had finished our lunch, eventually deciding to share the two crepes  because neither of us could seem to decide which one was better. We had paid with the small allowance that the school had given us for meals, and were now back on Rue St. Jean(a/n: real street), which seemed to be the busiest street in Quebec. We made our way up the street, passing a candy store and two ice cream shops, both of which Nico wanted to stop in. The third time I relented, and we both got chocolate ice cream, and we walked up the street with them, licking them happily. 

Not far off, we spotted a street performer who seemed to be doing something with fire. 

"Do you want to go check that out?" Nico asked, pointing to the man with one hand and holding on to his half eaten ice cream with the other. I shrugged. 

"It looks pretty interesting, if you ask me." Autumn wasn't the most popular tourist season in Quebec, so there were still a few spots left on the white shiny bleachers that were surrounding the street performance area. Nico snuggled into me, which he claimed was because he wanted to save room.

 The performer's french was fast, and I only understood a few parts of it. He said something about eating fire, then lifted up a lighter and a baton, lighting the baton on fire and promptly sticking it in his mouth. The audience applauded wildly, and the street performer bowed. He held out an old bowler hat for tips, and about three quarters of the audience got up and dropped anywhere from a quarter to five bucks in his hat. He packed up a small suitcase of his things and left the center of the circle of bleachers, making way for the next performer. 

Over the course of an hour, Nico and I saw about six street performers. The bleachers emptied and filled up again with new people anxious to see a good performance. After we saw a second set of acrobats, Nico nudged me. 

"Do you want to do something else?" He asked. I nodded. We got up, and I dropped a dollar coin into the acrobat's hat to show our appreciation. 

Nico and I wandered around the outside of the Frontinaque, admiring the beautiful green roof and elegant exterior of the castle. Eventually, we found ourselves in front of a huge statue, listening to an old man play piano. A new song started, and I extended my hand to Nico. 

"May I have this dance?" He smiled, the smile that could light up an entire room, and took my hand. 

"Certainly." 

A crowd gathered around us, watching as we waltzed to the old man's music. Once, I looked over at the old man, and he was smiling, his eyes crinkling up as his fingers flew across the keys. I swore I heard Piper somewhere in the background squeal and start snapping pictures on her phone, but right now that didn't matter. All that mattered was the boy standing in front of me, the one who was grasping my hand in his and dancing the waltz with me on the streets of a foreign country. I leaned in for a kiss and he tilted his head up,, his lips meeting mine. I saw the crowd smile, and that was when the sky opened up and let out all the rain I thought was possible. 

I had just enough time to give the old man who had played such beautiful music a dollar before he was packing up his things and scurrying off to the closest building. Nico and I sprinted toward the doors to the lobby of the Frontinaque, trying not to get absolutely soaked by the sudden rainstorm that had come out of no where. 

We were in the lobby of the hotel, along with a few of our friends and what seemed like half the city's population. Piper was at the front desk, chatting happily with a young concierge as Jason looked on, looking grumpy. Out of all our friends, Piper had picked up french easier than the rest of us, and the teacher praised her constantly. Annabeth was at the door, yelling at Percy to get out of the rain, which I knew he would never do. I caught a glimpse of him with his hair plastered to his head, stomping in the already forming puddles like a two year old, before Nico dragged me to a dry, more secluded area of the lobby. He sat down next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder, yawning monsterously.       

"You can sleep, if you want," I told him, pulling him closer to my body and draping my sweatshirt over his shoulder. 

"Really?" Nico asked, rubbing his bleary eyes. I nodded, looking out the window. The rain was coming down in torrents, and it showed no sign of letting up soon. 

"Of course. It looks like we'll be here a while, anyway." Nico nuzzled into my arm, and within moments I could hear his soft, gentle snoring. 

"Sleep as long as you want," I murmured into his feathery black hair. "I'll be herre when you wake up." 

Hi everyone! I know that was super cheesy, but I hope you liked it anyway. I think I'll start updating every Friday, just so I have a schedule I have to stick to, but I might be able to sprinkle in an extra update here and there;). Also, everywhere mentioned in this story is real, so if you ever get a chance to go to Quebec check them out!

Nina