cannibal; kendall roy

24

Taking Tom Wambsgans with her on vacation had been a delusional mistake. He was acting like a fish out of water, and it had begun to wring her insides out. The plane ride over had been bad enough, watching him trying to take inconspicuous photos—or loudly talking on the phone while Marguerite quietly took her bumps of coke. It just meant that her paint job—her fixer upper, was going to need a lot more prep before he could stand up in the real world. Tom Wambsgans reminded her of the girl in Clueless that Cher fixed. Only, hopefully he wouldn't attempt to bite her in the ass after.

Now—actually being in the city of Paris, and riding down the streets to her father's home, it made her regret the action of taking him altogether. This was one of the poorly made and timed decisions that had come out of her addictions. Bringing a boy she'd fucked about three times to her heritage estate, in order to annoy and sadden the one she really liked.

It was delusional. At least her father would barely notice him. Or pay him any mind. Unless they had dinner. Was there going to be dinner? A sit down dinner? Fuck. She didn't know.

"You need to calm down" She'd said abruptly, staring up and away from her empty call list, frustrated to see that Kendall Roy hadn't left her any sort of messages. "You're acting like you've never left the country. You have, haven't you?"

"Of course I have. I've been to Canada."

"And?"

"Mexico."

"Right" she said rolling her eyes "Don't touch anything unless it's silverware. Don't ask where we got anything. Be polite, but not in an overly American way."

"How would I do that?" He crosses his hands in his lap, starting to feel conscious of his position.

"Nod your head. Say thank you. Don't go on about yourself. Be curt. Have a point, don't exaggerate." She watched as they pulled into the familiar cobblestone driveway, the gates closing behind them, locking them inside the crème colored courtyard. "Most importantly, don't be annoying."

"How should I address your Dad? Lou's dad?" He jokes

"Louis would be appropriate, but I wouldn't worry about it."

"Why?"

"There's a very small chance he'll actually speak to you." She says, flashing Tom a grin before stepping out of the car and stretching her arms out a little, spotting one of the women who had contributed to her childhood.

Her housekeeper.

"Bonjour mon enfant, bon voyage ?"  The woman asked her, a smile on her face as they exchanged a quick hug

Marguerite backs away slowly, before motioning over to Tom as she continues "Oui oui. Bien sûr. Je suis très heureux d'être de retour, c'est mon invité Tom Wambsgans, il fréquente Cornell en Amérique." 

The woman looks over at him unsurely "Ton père ne m'a pas dit que tu amenais un invité"

"It's a pleasure." Tom said, waving a hand before looking over at Marguerite nervously "Is everything alright?"

She doesn't respond, instead looking to her housekeeper and waves off any concern "C'est une surprise. Ne t'inquiète pas, ce n'est qu'un ami"