Fleurinne's P.O.V.
My friends and I giggle. Thomas stands off to the side of us watching. As if he's only here to make sure we don't do anything wrong. I roll my eyes at Cosette, Cezanne, and Célestine.
"Est-ce que vous trois arréteriez de baver sur lui! C'est juste un gars! Sérieusement vous allez faire exploser mon top les trois!"(Would you three stop drooling over him! He's just a guy! Seriously, you three are going to blow my top) I exclaim to them.
Thomas raises an eyebrow at me and my friends giggle. I roll my eyes again and look back to Thomas. I shoot him a look that says, save me, please! He smiles and shrugs. I pursue my lips teasingly, he laughs.
Célestine elbows me, "Quelqu'un t'aime bien." (Someone likes you)
I elbow her back, "Il ne m'aime pas, comme ça. Nous sommes juste amis!. " (He doesn't like me, like that. We're just friends!)
Cezanne laughs, "Bien sûr, si c'est ce que vous vous dites de dormair la nuit." (Of course, if that's what you tell yourself to sleep at night.)
"C'est vrail! Arrête de me taquiner."(It's true! Stop teasing me.) I whine.
Cozette sticks her lip out in mock pout, "Pauvre Fleurinne. Nous aimons vous taquiner donc, nous allons à le faire."(Poor Fleurinne, We love to tease you so we're going to do it.) she smiles and her sisters nod.
"Vous les triplés allez étre la fin moi! Et tout d'abord, nous ne sommes méme pas liés et deuxiémement, je pensais que nous étions de bons amis!"(You triplets will be the end of me! And first of all, we're not even related and second, I thought we were good friends!) I exclaim.
"Nous sommes de bons amis, et il est normal que de bons amis se taquinent."(We are good friends, and it's okay for good friends to tease each other.) Cozette explains, looking to the other two girls for back up. "Suotiens-moi ici, Célestine, Cozette." (Support me here, Celestine, Cozette.)
"Elle a raison tu sais."(She's right you know.) Cezanne pipes up.
"Ouais, elle est." (Yeah she is.) Célsetine adds.
I laugh, "Alors comment était ton été?" (So how was your summer.)
"Vous essayez de changer de sujet." (Your trying to change to the subject) Cezanne accuses, pointing a finger at me.
"Je suis. Et si je le suis? Répondez à ma question. Mon été a été formidable!" (I am. SO what if I am? Answer my question. My summer was awesome!) I say.
The girls laugh, "Le nôtre était génial!"(Ours was awesome.) they say in unison.
"Formidable! Nous sommes à la place du yogourt glacé, terminons notre conversation une fois que nois aurons notre nourriture!" (Awesome, we're at the frozen yogurt place. Let's finish our conversation once we get our food.) I tell them.
Thomas's P.O.V.
Once we order and get our frozen yogurt, Fleurinne and her friends continue to chat away in French. We walk back to Fleurinne and my dorm. Thank goodness it's the weekend. I'm not sure I could've handled this on a school day. Fleurinne turns to me and asks me a question in French. I look at her confused.
"Oh, pardon. Is eet alright if me friends stay heere tonight?" she asks.
"I nod, of course. Just don't keep me up." I tease.
She laughs, "I make sure zey won't."
Her friends raise and eyebrow and in unison say something. Fleurinne purses her lips, "Arrêter."(Stop) she snaps. They shrug and say something else. Fleurinne rolls her eyes.
That night Fleurinne and her friends stay up and talk all night. They aren't quiet! In the morning, I'm almost positive I have bags under my eyes. I sigh.
***1 week later***
That morning when I wake up, I remember I have filming today! Ugh! I get ready and am about to leave when Fleurinne wakes up. (her and her friends fell asleep a few hours before).
"Where is tou going?" she asks.
"Somewhere, will you be fine if I'm not here today?" I ask.
She nods, "We be fine. Where is tou going?" she asks again.
"Somewhere," I repeat. "I''l be back later. Bye."
"Bye." she says, eyeing me.
That evening when I get back, I realize the girls aren't there, but they left there phones and wallets. I set my backpack on the bed, when I hear giggling from down the hall. Fleurinne opens the door and she and her friends come inside, dripping with towels around there wastes and wearing bikini's.
I'm confused for a second when I realize, they went to the pool. Fleurinne nods at me. She grabs a change of clothes, and she also grabs a few other changes of clothes. She tosses them to her friends.
"Vous pouvez le porter, mais avant de partir, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît, rendez-le. Vouz pouvez porter vos propres vêtements." (You can wear these, but before you go, please, please, please, please, return it. You can wear your own clothes.) Fleurinne says to her friends.
The girls take turns, taking showers and changing. When all four of them are done. Fleurinne spouts off to her friends in French, they nod. She turns to me and debates something in her head, she puts her bottom lip on her top lip. She purses her lips angrily, she whips out her phone, and clicks on it furiously.
"Mes amis et moi voulons aller dîner, mais nous ne savons pas où et nous avons besoin d'un traducteur..." she trails off and the phone translates it back to English, "My friends and I want to go dinner, but we don't where and we need a translator..."
I smile, "Yeah sure, I know a great restaurant."
She smiles back, "Thanks."
Fleurinne's P.O.V.
During dinner, Cozette, Cezanne, and Célestine get up saying they need to use the restroom. I roll my eyes, and glare at the girls as they walk away. At first Thomas looks confused then when they enter the bathroom he gets it. Thomas looks at me. He scoots his chair closer to mine, our shoulders are touching.
I blush deeply, and stare at my plate. Then a server takes our plates. I look at my napkin, which the server also takes. So I'm forced to look at Thomas. He leans over and kisses me.
I stand up immediately. I turn to him and say, "I just remambered thet I have to geet back I proomised me parents I'd call them, goooodbye."
"Wait," Thomas calls after me but I'm already walking out the door.
When Thomas gets back, he looks exhausted and is being trailed by Cosette, Cezanne, and Célestine. I pretend to be asleep. Thomas tells them to sleep next to my bed, where they slept last night. He flops on his bed and I bite my lip. I think of how soft his lips were.
I curse myself silently. What would my parents say! Once I think the others are asleep I grab my phone and open, choosing a game to play. I get a text and I open it. It's from Thomas. I furrow my brows and open the text.
Couldn't sleep? he asks.
I debate not answering, but I change my mind. No, I couldn't. Couldn't either?
Nope. he says.
I guess, maybe we should try and get to sleep. I suggest.
Yeah, he agrees. See ya tomorrow.
