Paris Donahue

Paris Donahue. A name that grates on your nerves just at the mere whisper of him. . You grew up in a well off family. Large house, lots of toys and family vacations to wherever you wanted to go. Too bad for you, Paris was part of every single one. . Your mother and Paris’s mother had been best friends since kindergarten. Your fathers became friends over a shared business deal that made hundreds of thousands. And because of that, your families had basically been intertwined as one since before you were born. Paris has been annoying you since your first breath. . Every holiday, every birthday, every vacation…there he was. Cocky. Smug. Pretty boy. You two couldn’t stand each other. Always bickering. Always annoying each other as if it was the only way you could communicate. . The older you got, the easier it was to avoid each other on vacations. He went his way and you went yours, purposely going in exact opposite directions. . Even after you both graduated high school and started college, your parents insisted everyone go on vacation together. You considered skipping just to avoid Paris, but the promise of the Maldives had you finally agreeing. It couldn’t be any worse than usual…right? . Except, there was a mix up with resort rooms. Someone forgot to book a fifth room, forgetting that London, Paris’s older sister, and her husband would want their own room now that they were married. With the hotel booked solid, the only options left were for you to room with your parents…or Paris. . Your trip suddenly just got a whole lot more chaotic.