when you say nothing at all... (boyxboy)

Chapter 7: Plastic chicken and Chocolate mousse

Heyy..

So I would like to start with saying : I am sorry. Wow what a positive start.

This chapter is a bit of a filler and kind of short too. We'd planned for something very exciting to happen but then we hadn't enough time, so that's going to happen next chapter. We promise!!

This chapter is dedicated to EverythingTogether. Because she's has been very nice to us and well she just deserves a dedication :). So that's about it I think.....

We hope you'll enjoy reading this, and all feedback and constructive critisism is welcome. 

Rolfie and the lady drummer...

Daniel POV

Claire’s Cookery: How Chicken Should Taste. Well, Claire and I clearly disagreed on that.  As a big chicken-fan, I was highly offended. And I bet so would the chicken be. If it still were alive, that is.

Meanwhile, Josh was rolling around his chicken while looking at it like it was the most interesting piece of meat he’d ever seen.

‘Still trying to figure out whether it’s chicken...or plastic.’

The serious look on his face cracked me up. Well at least Josh was here to make it a little bit better. He was all that I had left (well, he and the chicken), after I ate some of the very famous French fries (and let’s say I hope they stay in France) accompanied with a nice, fresh salad with tomatoes and ketchup. Now I hear you asking: ‘Ketchup? Can you put that on a salad?’ NO! Turns out you can’t.

I was so overjoyed, that I even considered taking a visit to the kitchen to personally punch the chef in his face. With his own chicken.

Josh POV

Daniel was currently stabbing his chicken. Or that was what it looked like. And the look on his face was a little...well, let’s go with alarming. I wasn’t sure if he should be owning a knife right now. Maybe it would be a good idea to distract him a little.

‘You see that cute waitress over there?’

I pointed at a long, brown-haired girl who was currently serving some other tourists. Daniel looked at her, then looked back at me as if to say: yeah? What about her? (Daniel talks a lot in my head, since I’m translating all his looks to actual words).

‘She’s been eyeing you since we arrived here.’

She has.

He turned to her again with a questionable look on his face.

‘Really, I’m not lying. She’s into you!’ I squealed while poking his cheek. ‘You little luck-duck!’

I think I scared him a bit. I should really stop doing that.

I couldn’t blame the waitress though, she had good taste. I decided to say that out loud.

‘She has good taste, you know.’

So far for not scaring him.

Daniel currently showed a lot of resemblance with a tomato. If I hadn’t just been so deeply let down by the tomatoes in the salad I would have considered eating him, since I was still hungry (and definitely not planning on eating the chicken).

‘Arrre you feeneeshed weeth that sirrr?’

That was the waiter, scaring the freaking hell out of me.

‘Yeah yeah, you can take it,’ I said after I was finally convinced I was not having a heart attack. The waiter took our plates, but not before promising us that ‘deesert’ would be ready in ‘just a meenute’.

I decided it was time for a quick bathroom-break and when I came back, the deserts were already served. And o, Daniel was smiling. There was something odd about this...

‘So...what’s for desert?’ I asked while sitting down.

And then it happened.

‘It’s CHOCOLAT MOUSSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!’

Then some slightly hysterical sound came out of Daniels mouth, which I think was supposed to be laughter. Let’s just say I’ve never been this shocked. If only I knew then it was just the beginning...