Michelle || clifford

deux.

deux. 

 "michelle not speak english." the girl's words were burned into his thoughts.

that was definitely going to be a problem if he was interested in michelle, which he was. sighing, he admitted to michelle's friend, who seemed to be the only one of them who understood him, "i don't speak french. i'm sorry. but i want to get her phone number. will you tell her that for me please?" he looked from the brunette, back to the blonde who was sitting on the park bench clueless as to the words that were being exchanged between her friend and the boy.

the brunette smiled at him politely and asked him to wait a moment while she translated for michelle. behind him, his friends were becoming impatient and were just about ready to leave without him. at this point, michael didn't mind.

"michelle," was all he understood her say. the rest sounded like gibberish to him, or exactly what it was...another language. "Il dit qu'il veut votre numéro de téléphone." he says he wants your phone number, she said to the blonde.

she looked at her friend, her eyebrows furrowed in thought before she responded. "how would we even communicate?" michelle asked her friend in french. "jacqueline, we don't even speak a common language. tell him i said it would be pointless to exchange phone numbers."

jacqueline thought it over for a moment, translating her friend's words in her mind before saying them to the stranger in front of them who waited expectantly for a response. "eh, she say...she say it will be pointless to give you her number because you not speak same language." but jacqueline knew her friend and she knew well it wasn't only about the language barrier between the two. she had just gotten out of a bad relationship with someone and she was afraid to fall in love again. she thought it was too soon to begin seeing other people.

"there's google translate. how about that?" he offered. "i can type something, have google translate it, and then i can send it to her."

"google translate not good translator." jacqueline told him with a giggle.

michael shrugged. "its better than nothing."

the brunette sighed. "look, i know my friend and i convince her later to text you. give me phone number."

a grin spread across his lips and he got his cellphone out of his pocket, he recited his phone number to her and was finished just as they saw a group of girls nearby who started screaming at the top of their lungs when they saw the boys. calum grabbed michael's arm and pulled on it. "we have to leave right now."

michael nodded and waved goodbye at the two girls before he and the boys took off with the mob of girls chasing after them. michelle and jacqueline watched in confusion as they all disappeared into the distance. 

"that was strange." jacqueline commented to her friend in french.

michelle nodded in agreement. "maybe he's famous in his country."

"in ours too apparently." her friend added.

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finally an update for this story. i could have put it into drafts and bring it out later, but i had hope that i would update it eventually. it took my almost two years but here it is. haha. and to those who are still reading this, thank you! it really means a lot. and i truly hope you enjoy the update.

-clary xx