The French Guy (One-Shot)

The Invitation

"We were having a lot of time together again there in the Oblivion Garden. Yes, bad things were not allowed there. Terrible feelings only came back when we're out."

"Iz an enigma" He said.

"I know, Frankie... It's a mystery that the four of us never care to solve. Actually, that place was a gift from my mom. I had this feeling that she meant to give it to me because people say that her daughter is as cold and hard as ice..."

"So zat iz why you're here in Ajaccio? Yoh want to 'eave those people?" He says. I gave a nod.

"Okay, so Frankie... What's your story?" I asked while drinking my espresso.

"Zis country iz what I love the mozt..."

Then he talked about his family. I noticed that he is sad so I patted his back. He looked so fragile at this pose.

After our chat, we proceed to the hôtel where we're staying. This leave will never been well without company. I'm glad I met Frankie next door.

At noon, I grabbed my bag and checked its contents in shambles. And there it is! I lifted it out and quickly turned to a page where my metal bookmark is. Yes, it's made of metal. I have lots of it at home and in the Oblivion Garden so that I could read books and mark the pages easily. By the way, I found this old book inside the tree in the Oblivion Garden. This old book is a story of a man who became an emperor here in France. He is Napoleon. He was born here in Ajaccio.

Well, he's okay. I mean, he's the emperor! What else would you expect from a conqueror?

I read: I am only the emperor of this land until I die... I heard a knock so I stopped reading. I peeked. It's Frankie.

"Bonne nuit, mademoiselle! I prepared zinner. I just thought you may like some."

I smiled and let him in. Then we ate what he prepared.

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Let me tell you a secret, he is my type. Guys were scared of me before. I don't know why Frankie is so very different from them.

"Cass... can you keep a zecret?" He said out of the blue.

"A secret? Why yes. No worries... It'll be safe." I said in assurance. Even if he's still a stranger, I couldn't help but treat him like an old friend.

"While you're talking about your life and friends, I felt a little bit... envy."

"I'm sorry if you felt that." And an idea came into my head. "W-wait! Would you like to visit the Oblivion Garden? Trust me... Everything that troubles you will vanish!"

My idea made him glow. "Are yoh zhur? Merci! Merci! Thank yoh so maz!" He hugged me. "Yohr zuch a very nice friend." He released me.

"Pas de problème...!" No problem. "What friends are for?" He chuckled.

"And one mohr thing, I would like to meet yohr frienz, too. Will zat be cool?"

"Sure! Wait up...! I'll text them!" I went to my bedroom and searched for my phone. Where is that devil? My forgetfulness really is irritating...! Voila! I found it and typed: Tomorrow. Creepy OG @ 12. Someone's w/ me. ;-)*XOXO

I took a glimpse of Frankie examining the old book I left on our table. I don't know but I found myself holding that book which my hand unconsciously grabbed from Frankie nanoseconds ago. I apologized for my behavior but he just unusually smirked. What have I'd done?

"Bonsoir mademoiselle... Au revoir. Tomorrow zen. " And he left.

Will tomorrow be okay? I thought.