Je t'aime

Je'meppel Sinclair

^The twins outfits^

*Marcus*

"I dont want to do this." Mathew whined. I chuckled.

"I think this may be fun. I read the email and it said he's French. Helping french toast may be entertaining."

We were sitting in the car in the parking lot wasting time.

"Did you just call him french toast?" He gave me a cute confused/amused look.

"Yep." I pop the 'p', "you like?" I ask cutely. Before he had a chance to answer the warning bell rung, telling us school will start in ten minutes. We groaned in sync (not for the reason I really wished it was for). We both stepped out the Jeep and grabbed our bags and made our way to the dredded building hand-in-hand.

As we were walking in the principal stopped us. "Ah, Marcus, Mathew! Right on time. Come on, Sinclair is in my office. Follow me." Mr. Angelo was an enthusiastic Itallian man with a big heart as well as a spare tire. We smiled as we both followed behind him.

"He's a bit of a shy one. Doesn't talk much and when he does it's mostly in French." The three of us now stood directly outside the door. "Be gentle. He's very nervous." He opened the door and continued talking, but we were no longer listening.

The second the door cracked open a burst of sweet smelling air hit us like a slap in the face. The scent of chocolate and coffee had me and my twins mouth watering. Our mate is french toast! . . . Well... not literally.

Without preamble I grab the handle from the principals hand and swung the door open quickly. We were greeted with the cutest little boy ever. Black hair that hung in his big blue eyes. They were wide with fear as they stared at us. His tiny body was swallowed up by a oversized forest green hoodie. His demeanor reminded me of one of the pack pups.

"Hi." Mathew's voice was practically a whisper as he spoke up. We were both in love with him already.

"Bonjour." His voice was as tiny as him. His head was bowed slightly and the pale color of his cheeks was now pink with blush. The principal was standing behing us and I could practically see his wide smile in my head.

"Go on boys, introduce yourselves."

Me and Mathew said our names at the same time and we laughed lightly. Our mates lips curved into a slight Mona Lisa smile. It was breath taking. He looked up at us through his eyelashes and held up his hand for us to shake. Instead of shaking his hand I took it and gave the top a chast kiss while Mathew picked up the other and does the same. Our mates voice was rough when he spoke.

"Je' meppel, Sinclair."