My Brother's Best Friend

nine

We had just landed in France. This side of the world is a whole lot different than expected. People with foreign accents, people who can't walk in a straight line, and also strange guys who look at you like they've never seen a female.

Yeah, that last one just happened. A man around thirty years old was looking at me up and down. As I looked at him with a confused grossed face, he let out a cat-call whistle.

I get that this country happened to have the city of love in it. But we aren't in Paris so he needs to keep on moving to a lady his age.

We are currently lost in the airport which doesn't have an end to it. Never let Matt guide you to places he's never been to. Especially when the signs in the airport are all in French.

We definitely look like a couple of tourists.

All that we needed was an English-speaking employee to help us find the baggage claim. If our luggage hasn't already been stolen, that is.

It's been a good fifteen minutes since we got off the plane, so they probably are still unloading some of the luggage.

Most of the people were probably still getting off the plane. Since we were in the front of the plane, we got to get off before everyone else.

I groaned, "I just want to go sleep in a real bed." I started to walk over to a wall and was about two seconds from banging my head on it, but then Matt interrupted me.

"Guys! I've got the way! That man over there speaks English!" He threw his hands up in the air.

Matt told us the way, then I took off because I couldn't stand another second of being around so many rude French people. They kept pushing me around when I was not even in their way!

Now I know how people feel when I do that to them.

We finally reached baggage claim and got our bags off of the rollers. I started getting a bubbly feeling in my stomach. Finally, something different!

We found the taxi man who was driving us to the hotel. He reminded me of every driver in New York City; slamming on the brakes every two seconds, going seventy-five miles per hour in a thirty-five, switching lanes every two seconds, the occasional honking, and also almost getting hit every minute or so.

We reach the hotel in about forty-five minutes, and I'm ready to throw up. Once we park, I practically run out of the car and kiss the ground. "Thank the lord!" I screech. I heard a cough behind me, I slowly turned around, but the driver was still there. I should have waited till he left.

Everything was covered in white. You could barely see anything in the distance since the snow was coming down so hard. I can't wait to go snowboarding.

I'm starting to get impatient with this guy. He's slowly grabbing everything out of the trunk. It's been fifteen minutes and we only have three bags total. I get impatient so I shove the man out of the way and grab my bag out of the trunk.

I heard snickering as I walked into the hotel's main lobby. I turned around and rolled my eyes at the two boys I came here with, then walked towards the front desk, trying to check us in.

I really hope she speaks English. "Bonjour, comment puis-je vous aider aujourd'hui?"

"Um, we speak English?" She stares at me confused.

I walk away and minutes later I hear a familiar voice talking to someone. I turn around and see Garrett standing there laughing with the lady at the front desk speaking like he has lived here his whole life.

"Let's go boys!"

I rolled my eyes standing there. "Why didn't you tell us that you knew how to speak French?"

"It was funny watching you and Matt struggle. My parents were French." I nodded. I still don't know anything about his family.

"Well let's go, granny. You were in such a rush to get here." He turned to Matt, "Do you want to go snowboarding? I figured she doesn't know how."

"Actually," Matt began to reply but saw me shaking my head. I used our twin senses to tell him to not say a word about me.

"I have been snowboarding before!" I exclaim.

"On the bunny slope, I bet." Garrett barked with laughter.

"Whatever. Let's go, my toes are frozen and I need these airplane clothes off of me like now." I pushed past Garrett, shoving his shoulder out of the way.

"Ouch." He muttered.

-

I sipped my mug of hot chocolate, cuddling closer to the warm fire. The crackling of the firewood was a pleasant sound.

I heard laughter and footsteps approaching. Well, it was peaceful while it lasted.

"Jess, we brought dinner!" Matt screeched. I covered my ears.

"I'm on the couch. What is it?" I asked, feeling my stomach rumble in hunger.

"Food."

I rolled my eyes at Garrett's comment and heard them come into the living room. Garrett walked to the couch I was on and sat on top of me. He took the same position as me, squishing me like I was a bug.

He hummed and checked his phone, acting like there was no care in the world.

"Garrett?" I asked. I could feel my breathing starting to get heavier and heavier every second.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Get your fat ass off of me?"

He acted as if he couldn't hear me, "What?"

"Get off." I groaned.

"No."

"You're so heavy." I cried.

"You're so heavy." He mocked and slumped back, squishing me even more.

"You need to lay off the burritos and French fries. You're heavy."

"You're so mean." He said, his head turning towards me. He had a burrito in his hand.

"Matt! Help!" I screamed.

He came walking into the room with only a towel on. "Yes?"

"Get your fat friend off of me."

He perked up once he saw me. He came closer to us, looking confused. Then, he just sat down on top of us.

"Matt!" Garrett and I yelled. He was going to flatten me like a piece of paper in the next two seconds if he didn't get off.

I started choking like I couldn't breathe and they immediately got up asking if I was okay.

Am I going to regret going on this trip? Probably. Am I going to let them ruin my fun? Definitely not. I am going to make this trip one to remember.