The Brit And The Twit

Bonjour, France

Mike's p.o.v

The plane landed fine, though I'm fine with not getting back on for a while. Jake slid out, heading to go and grab his things. Smiling, I headed after him, curious of my new surroundings. He and I grabbed our luggage, exchanging glances and smirks. He ruffled his hair, making his hair more messy. I rolled my eyes and left the airport, heading into a random direction. 

I heard the familiar wheeling of his luggage, positive of him following. "Hey, Mike," he said, a goofy smile on his lips. "Christ, what is it?" I asked, unable to help smiling back. He hopped closer, resting an arm on my shoulder. "Hey, are you excited? Look around, mate! French babes everywhere!" he cheered. 

Classic Jake to try hunting fit birds the first day we get anywhere. "We're both committed. Plussss, what if Jess finds out? She'll go mad and burn down the flat, probably. You never know, what with her and Mira being in a house together. That's like.." I droned on, until he cut me off. "Oh, shit. I don't wanna return to a flat and it's nothing but.. I dunno, ashes!" he exclaimed. 

I rolled my eyes and we continued walking, coming to a cafe. Honestly, we were both hungry, so it was a good spot to take a break. Plus my feet killed me. We sat at a table, and I listened as a group behind us were talking. It was like something from a cartoon. Like listening to one of those childishly made up languages kids used to piss each other off. Not that I was in a mood or anything. 

A waitress walked up to us, asking something that I guessed was about our orders. Maybe it wasn't. Jake and I shared a confused gaze, looking at the waitress. He tried explaining to her that our French was shit, and she nodded. "So, you want a coffee?" she asked in a broken attempt to impersonate an American accent. Jake snickered and I shook my head. "Tea for both of us, please."

After a bit of boring talk and tea sipping, we headed to a hotel, and fortunately, it wasn't as expensive as I'd expected, so it saved me from cringing. Jake got our room key and we headed to our room, glad there were two beds. Propping our things against the wall, we laid in bed. He lazily flipped on the telly. Sadly, I couldn't focus on the film. I was too busy wondering what Mira and Jess were up to.