D'accord- La Fête

Chapter 4

David rode the bus in silence. He didn't bother listening to music, because not even Melanie Martinez could comfort him in his sad boy hours. David towered over the people on the bus, and when he tried to get off he bumped into a few people because they were not even in his line of sight.

"Désolé," He muttered, not really feeling sorry.

He squinted in the bright Aix-en-Provence afternoon, regretting not bringing his sunglasses.

David walked quickly to the Fêter et Recevoir store and once inside, he bought a few balloon packs and some streamers, along with some fun party hats.

He left the store and stood outside with his bag of party supplies. David decided to listen to Melanie Martinez as he walked to Le Petit Cafe.

Arriving at the cafe, David sat down on a chair with his festive bag of party supplies dangled sadly from his limp hand. He sat and listened to the crooning voice of Melanie and stared listlessly at the wall, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Is it a French thing, He thought stupidly, to stare at walls?

"Hello? David? You got the supplies?" Stephane sauntered up to the tall American before being stopped by Amina.

"Stephane, have some tact! The guy is crying. Let him be." Amina pulled Stephane away and decided to make a cup of coffee to bring David out of his slump. She was well aware that David was only here to see Sandrine, and luckily she hadn't arrived to help set up yet.

As Amina was making the drink, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket.

She answered it, one hand holding the cup of hot coffee, and the other holding the phone up to her ear.

"Rachid?" Amina whispered, turning away from David.

"David may or may not have a gun, I found a safe under his bed that could probably hold a gun but I'm not sure I've never actually seen a gun and mon dieu he's gonna shoot Pascal and then-" Rachid rambled, his voice muffled by the phone.

Amina looked at David, who was now lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and crying.

"You know what, Rachid, I think David is more likely to turn that gun on himself than Pascal right now."

David was now on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and sobbing even louder.

Amina heard Rachid sigh and she rolled her eyes.

"This is stupid, Rachid. David doesn't own a gun, you are just being paranoid. Plus, if we start stereotyping people that makes us just as bad as all of those ignorant Americans. So calm the hell down and come to the cafe! The party starts soon," said Amina, and she put her phone back in her pocket and went back to making the coffee.

"David!" She called, waving him over. "Come get your coffee before it gets cold. You look like you need some energy.

"Surprise!" They all yelled, except for David, who stayed sitting behind the bar counter.

"Pascal you a bitch," David said, and decked him.

The end.