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Chapter 6: Pure art and 248 head muscles

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Chapter 6

Josh POV

After the teachers finally got the group together again – which took some time since a couple of idiots managed to get very lost in only one hour- we were now on our way to get dinner. By foot, because this way we would pass the Moulin Rouge. So that’s why I was currently hurrying over the streets of Paris, trying my best not to get hit by a car. There was enough to see though. Lots of beautiful buildings that looked quite old and thousands of people that somehow all looked like they knew where they were going. Also, I think French people get sick a lot, since there seemed to be at least five drug stores in every street.

I looked to my left to see how Daniel was reacting to all of this. You may not expect it from me, but I’m one of those persons who really likes to observe others. Especially when they don’t know I’m watching. To my left, however, was no Daniel. I looked swiftly around, but he was nowhere to be seen. So I started panicking. I had only known him for a day, but that was enough to know that when there was trouble somewhere near, he would certainly find it. Or well, it would find him.

I was just about to run to Mrs Robins to tell her that Daniel could possibly be missing, dead, or kidnapped to have his organs sold on the black market, when I saw him hobbling just a few metres behind us. He was caught in the middle of a huge group of Chinese tourists, desperately clinging to his backpack. He’d certainly listened to the teachers’ advice to keep an eye on your bag. The whole sight was slightly amusing and I considered just letting him drown in the sea of Chinese people. But then I decided not to, because he looked so desperate that I kind of felt bad for him.

 So I came to the rescue. I ran back as fast as I could and fought my way through the group of tourists, meanwhile getting hit in the face by cameras (and the occasional irritated Chinese), tripping over my own feet and almost getting intoxicated by the amount of Old Spice in the air. But in the end, I finally reached Daniel. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him out of the group. As soon as we escaped, I gasped for air and fell in Daniels arms.

‘O my baby, you’re okay! I thought we would both die in there!’

 Okay, I may have dramatized the whole scene a little bit, but I did save him, so I deserved at least some praise. Daniel, however, didn’t even hug me back. He was just standing there, looking shocked as ever.

 ‘Fine, you don’t have to thank me for saving you! I know I should’ve asked permission first but I just couldn’t help it. That’s the problem with big-hearted people like me, we have to do good, we can’t control it.’

 He pulled one eyebrow up and looked at me with his ‘you’re such an idiot’ look. I chuckled a little at that, then said:

 ‘Fine, stop begging me, you’re forgiven. But I won’t let go of your wrist, because before I know it you’ll be lost again, and I’m way to hungry to go and save you another time.’

 ‘O, and we have to run to keep up with our group.’

Daniel POV

We had finally caught up with our group and we were now slowly walking down the boulevard where the Moulin Rouge should be. It was kind of pretty here. Trees, cars, shops, toilets on the streets, old bars, sex shops…Wait what? Before I even realised it, we were surrounded by windows with neon lights displaying some peculiar objects which I didn’t want to know the function of. I felt quite intimidated, so I clung to my bag a bit more and turned my gaze to the ground. I trusted Josh to guide me through the people.

 But of course, Josh had to notice this and surprise, surprise: he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

 ‘O Daniel, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s only natural.’

 I gave him a quick ‘watch it!’ look, then continued watching my own feet walk. Which was fascinating, really.

 ‘You know, I think sex shops are highly underrated. I think they should be considered as a form of art.’

 What was he going on about? Please let him stop, before anybody hears him. Thank God most French people don’t speak English very well.

 ‘This one, for example.’

 He was pointing at something and I definitely wasn’t looking.

 ‘It appears to be underwear. It’s quite abstract though, I wouldn’t know where to put my legs. You know, they should give a manual with it.’

 I don’t know him, I don’t know him, I definitely don’t know him. He’s just some random guy who is casually holding my wrist for no reason. I don’t know him. Never saw him, never met him, never talked to him. No.

 ‘And look at the colour of this…whatever it may be. It’s almost heart-breaking,’ he said, sniffling.

 Then he burst out in fake sobbing.

 ‘It’s just…so…BEAUTIFUL!’

 ‘Hey look!’

 Suddenly he was all happy again.

 ‘They have hotels here! O, how I wish we would stay here. I would watch the street all night. And we could go on evening strolls together, watching people entering and leaving the shops, asking them what they had bought and what they were planning to do with it. We could write a book about it! Or a memoir. With pictures!!!’

 This situation was getting out of hand. I had to intervene. Say something, say something, say something…

 ‘Did you know that the average earthworm has about  248 muscles in his head?’

 He looked at me, surprised, but then answered:

 ‘No, I had no idea. Please, tell me more.’

 ‘Well, erm…there isn’t really…more…I just erm….I just thought you should like…..know..that.’

 And then Mrs Robins started shouting:

 'On your left, you see: the MOULIN ROUGE!!’

 Finally, I was save! Now I could only hope the restaurant was nearby, like the teachers had promised.