French & Clutz

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pics of adelaide. magnifigue!

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Airports are weird.

And when you don't know where the heck you are supposed to go,

It gets weirder.

Especially when you have to ask the starbucks barrista where your terminal is, and it turns out you were on the exact opposite side of the airport.

Exact. Opposite.

So I walk, I walk a lot.

I walk until I feel like my legs are gonna fall off. Which isn't very far.

And when I get to that point I just keep walking, because

What else am I supposed to do? Collapse into a puddle of tears and despair,

Because my fitness levels are not up there with the jocks?

Now that I think about it...

It sounds really tempting...

When I reach my terminal I collapse

Into a puddle of tears and despair (haha, that's funny. No really.)

Until I realize something.

There is, in fact, truly,

A very pretty girl sitting next to me. Reading a book

Inching away from my whiney butt by the second.

A VERY PRETTY GIRL SITTING NEXT TO ME. READING A BOOK.

"Uhh, hi." I clear my throat and sit up straight, don't be awkward. Please no.

She looks up, blonde hair hazel eyes and curious smile.

Maybe my heart melts

"Hello." She replies softly, her accent thick and french.

She is absolutely, positively, drop dead goregous.

And she just said hi to me.

I must be grinning like an idiot, because she raises an eyebrow and scoots away a little more.

She nods at me. "Ok?" She asks, accent heavier than before. She must not know very much english.

I shake out of my trance and smile some more. Hehe, I have no life when it comes to girls.

'Yeah, I'm fine... he." I rub the back of my neck and chuckle to myself. Idiot Forrest does it again.

"What are you reading?" I ask timidly. If I scared her off with my demonic grinning, I don't blame her.

But she smiles back shly, and shows me the cover. "Romeo et Juilet"

Ahh the beauty of french.

"Ohh, romeo and juliet huh? Yeah, I read that." I sit back on the uncomfortable airport chair and try to look cool. It fails.

"It was one of those forced reads though, back in my junior year. We had to act out some of the scenes... Ehh I had to play the girl." I look at her sheepishly.

"But you know, I'm more of a Harry Potter sort of guy. Wizards and muggles, that sort of thing. Always liked the adventure magicy stuff. No romance for this guy. Ya feel me?"

She gives me a 'what the heck did he just say' look. That's good.

Girls would usually be scared off by now.

"You... talk... fast." She says slowly. "My English, bad." She smiles apologetically, I do what feels natural and pat her on the head.

"That's alright, I suck balls when it comes to french, I mean, what are all the slashy things for anyway? I used the think they were like, little winky faces."

Frick you Forrest.

Frick. You.

"Suck... balls?" She asks.

I raise my eyebrows and begin to laugh.

And so does she. eventually.

Because she has no idea what the heck I'm saying.

"What is your name?" I ask.

She stops laughing and clears her throat.

"Adelaide, you?"

Adelaide.

"Uhh- hehe- errrmm." I loose my train of thought, because

Adelaide.

Damn that's pretty.

"What? That is your name?"

Oops.

"Oh. nononono, sorry. My name is Forrest."

She looks at me, an amused glint in her eyes.

"You know, like a forest, trees and little birdies?" I flap my arms like a bird for effect.

And so the stupidity flows.

But the best part about it is, she just starts laughing again.

And so do I.

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Cuties <3

Au revoir!

-Miriam