If someone would've asked her anytime before, she wouldn't know what her favorite fruit was. But now, after that particular summer with him. His smell. His taste. It was raspberries. The mysterious french boy who lived with her neighbors every summe...
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"Jane!" Victoria shouted after me, pedaling harder to catch up. I look behind me, seeing her franticly pushing her pedals to gain speed. She's never been good at riding bikes. Her parents drive her everywhere, or we walk. Or as of recently, we drive.
"What's up Vic?" I reply, holding back a laugh. Her bright red hair was messy and twisted into braids. Her face is splattered with freckles. Like when you spill paint and it splashes everywhere.
"Guess what!" she exclaims, practically falling off her bike as it clatters to the concrete.
"What?"
"Louis is coming to stay with us this summer!" she anticipates for my reaction. I push my bike to the ground.
"That's cool. Let me know what day he flies in." I sigh and lay on the grass. The hot Rhode Island sun beaming down on me.
"You aren't even a little excited? Jane, you've had a crush on this kid since he first started living with me." Vic lies beside me, shielding her eyes with her arm. Louis is this French boy about a year older than us. His mom works as a maid for Vic's family every other summer. Sometimes he comes every summer anyways just because he likes the other summer maid's son and all his American friends — Vic and I.
The first time we officially met was in 4th grade. Well, I was in 4th grade. He would've been in 5th.
I rode my shiny new bike to Vic's house, on the other side of town, to show her what I thought was the best birthday gift anyone could ever get. As I pedaled my little legs towards the gate, I spotted the dark haired boy. He already had a nice tan, even though summer break barely began. The boy had run up to me, greeting me with a warm smile.
"Hi! You must be Jane?" although he pronounced it with a soft "zh" sound. I tucked my dark hair behind my ear and smiled.
"Yeah, that's me. How did you know that?" I asked curiously.
"Miss Victoria hasn't stopped talking about you since I got here. My mother won't be here until next week. I'm Louis," he stuck out a tan hand, palm up. "May I?" he picked up my hand and gently kissed it. I struck my hand away, face getting red.
"I should find Vic now, see you around Lou." I ran off nervously, leaving him with my shiny new bike.
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Author's Note ——— Hi! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I have one more prewritten one as well as one in the works. I plan on updating this story every Sunday :)
