Nick and Charlie

Chapter 35

I get into dad's car, waiting for him to hurry up and get out of the house so we could drive over to Dillon's house. I'm wearing a grey t-shirt, with my dark blue jeans and my burgundy beanie. I've got my black ankle boots on, and my dark brown watch.

Finally dad comes out of the house, and I start the car, turning on the radio. 'Show You' by Shawn Mendes comes on, and dad gets in the car.

"This is better than that other rubbish you listen to," he says, and I pull out of the driveway.

"Just because you have a bad taste in music doesn't mean you can bag mine," I say, and dad pulls a shock expression.

"My music is classic,"

"It's Country!" I say, sticking out my tongue.

"You definitely got your music taste from your mother," dad says, and I roll my eyes.

"Where else could I get it from?" I say, and he chuckles.

We pull up in Dillon's driveway ten minutes later, and I grab my overnight bag from the boot of the car, giving dad a kiss before heading to the front door.

Am I the only one who gets anxiety from going to people's door?

I ring the doorbell, and I hear thumping until Dillon opens the door.

"Hey Char!" she says, opening her fly wire door to let me inside.

"Hey Dillon," I say, and look around the front of her house. The only word I can think of to describe Dillon's house is warm. It just feels warm, and it smells of delicious baking. It reminds me of Nick's house.

I walk down the hallway with Dillon, and we head into the kitchen where I see Sam sitting on a bench stool.

"Mama, Charlie est ici!" Dillon calls out, and I raise an eyebrow to her.

"Oh, Charlie, hello!" a woman comes out from a room to the left, wearing a flour covered apron. She walks over to me and shakes my hand, before walking over to the oven and pulling out a tray of croissants. What?

"Charlie, this is my mum Angeline." Dillon says, and I smile at her, then Dillon takes my bag and disappears, so I sit on a bench chair next to Sam.

"Angeline is French, born and raised. So was Dillon's dad, Etienne. Dillon's first language is English but she can speak French and Italian fluently," Sam fills me in, and my eyes widen.

"Why Italian?"

"Angeline's family are from Italy, but moved to France when Angeline was born," Sam explains, and I stare at her in disbelief.

"That's amazing," I say, and she nods.

"Angeline knows basic English, thanks to Dillon, but she speaks to Dillon in French and only French," Sam says, and I nod.

"Don't say anything too complicated to her, otherwise she will just nod and smile, then excuse herself," Sam says, and I giggle.

"Girls, I make croissant," Angeline says, putting a plate full of croissants in front of us. Angeline has a very thick French accent.

No wonder.

"Merci," Sam says, and I thank Angeline, picking up a croissant and taking a bite. This one is a chocolate one, and the chocolate drips out of the pastry and I try to savour the taste.

Angeline disappears again, and I look at Sam.

"This is amazing!" I say, and Sam nods.

Dillon comes down the stairs and rolls her eyes.

"Trust my mother to make croissants for our guests," she says, and I laugh.

"Come on, let's go into the den," Dillon says, taking the plate of croissants and disappearing into another room.

'The Den' turns out to be a room with fairy lights strung around it, and every space of wall is covered with photos. I look around the room, and see photos of a little girl, who I assume is Dillon, in ballet costumes and with muddy soccer uniforms, a girl with her dad and Dillon growing up over the years.

"Dillon, this is amazing!" I say, and she smiles.

"Took me ages, but I'm so happy with it," Dillon says, walking over to a TV and plugging her laptop into it, then loading Netflix.

The floor is covered with assorted pillows and blankets and duvets. I take a seat on the floor as Sam takes the plate of croissants from Dillon and passes one to me.

Dillon loads The Big Short, and settles down with us, taking a croissant of her own.

We watch the movie, but my mind is somewhere else, and no matter how hard I try to focus, I just feel my thoughts drifting off.

"Charlie, where are you?" Dillon whispers, and I turn to her, offering her what I hope looks like a reassuring smile.

"Huh? I'm watching this," I say, pointing to the screen. She looks at me skeptically, turning back to the movie.

I try once again to immerse myself in the movie, but to no such luck.

...

"Dinner!" Angeline calls out to us towards the end of the movie.

"à venir!" Dillon calls out, and I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Coming," she says, and I nod.

We walk out of the den, and are smacked with the smell of beef. It smells amazing.

"Boeuf Bourguignon," Angeline says, placing a pot on the table as we sit down.

"Mum likes to show off her French-ness when we have guests," Dillon says, rolling her eyes.

I laugh, and Angeline loads my plate with the food. I take a bite, and my mouth explodes with flavour.

"This is amazing Angeline!" I say, and she smiles at me.

"Thank you," she says, as she puts some on Sam and Dillon's plate.

Once we finish dinner, Angeline pulls out 3 éclairs and gives them to us.

"Geez, Dil, your mum has gone all out," Sam says, and Dillon smirks.

"Maman pourquoi faites-vous autant de nourriture?" Dillon asks, and I look at Sam for guidance of what the hell Dillon just said. She just shrugs.

"Parce que je voulais faire quelque chose de special pour nos clients," Angeline says, and I don't even bother trying to understand what she said.

"She said she wanted to make this for our special guest," Dillon says, smiling at me.

"I'm touched," I say, and thank Angeline again.

We go back to the den once we finish, and load Bad Neighbours.

Nothing like some shirtless Zac Efron to heal a girl's heart.

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Hi everyone!

here's another update, sorry it's so late. 

I know it's short and i'm sorry, but we are getting closer and closer to the climax so you all should be thanking me.

We got an inside to Dillon's life, which was cool. fluent in 3 languages! i wish i was that cool.

I hope you all liked this chapter, and if you have any questions or comments leave them below!

DON'T BE A SILENT READER, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Happy reading :)