Random Mphfpc stuff

The Polyglot

It had been a few years since Abe had stopped writing to Emma. And Daniel had sworn to himself, if he came back, he would beat him up for breaking Emma's heart.

But Abe never came back. And Daniel saw here his opportunity to charm Emma. Because he had liked her since he had met her, and it had hurt him to see her cry like that for someone who had abandoned her without remorse.

He and Millard had been friends since a long time, one of the reasons was that Daniel was trying to teach him a few languages. Because Daniel's peculiarity was not that he could melt into a liquid puddle or walk through walls.

He could speak every existing language, even if he had never taken classes or tried to learn them. He was basically polyglot. He could ask out Emma in dozens of different languages, yet he couldn't work out the courage to do it.

And Millard made it his mission to plan the perfect setting. He held a notebook of ideas of places, moments and things to say. The ideas ranges from really simple (the sitting room in the middle of the afternoon ) to rather not recommended (in the lighthouse, at midnight) .

Daniel seemed to always find flaws in Millard's plans, but his friend would not give up.

"You could get her flowers from the village and put them in her room, or you could maybe invite her to watch the sunset, or write her a poem in french..."

Daniel would often have to cut Millard, saying
"Millard, open your eyes ! Abe just left, she's heartbroken, i couldn't do that." But Millard would always ignore him and continue making up plans.

And one day, he was walking to his room to go to bed, when he heard sobbing coming from Emma's room. He assembled as much courage as he could, and pushed the door open gently.

"Em, what's going on ?" He said, a worried look on his face.
He sat down beside her, waiting for her to speak, if she wanted to. She looked up, and instead of wiping her tears, straightening her back and saying she was okay, she leaned against him and dropped her head on his shoulder.

He did not really know what to do, so he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her in silence. After a moment, she turned to him, and said
"I know you like me Daniel. Fiona told me."
He never thought Fiona would tell her. He actually did not even know Fiona knew. Who else knew ?

"Wait. Fiona knows ?" Was all he could answer.
He was a little upset, and he kept switching between languages inadvertently.
"Alors Fiona told you i te quiero ?" He blurted out.
"What ? I don't... i only speak English, you
know." She said, chuckling.
"Oh, sorry... Fiona told you i like you ? How did she even know in the first place ?" He asked Emma.

"Oh, Fiona was told by Bronwyn who was told by Horace, who was told by Millard" She answered.
"Millard ! I swear i'll get back at him." He said, chuckling.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but then he kissed her back and it was one of the best evenings of his life.