Français | Lashton

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"How on earth do you expect me to meet friends when I can't even speak the language?" Luke sighed.

To say living in France was hard would be an absolute understatement. It was fucking impossible to Luke. He had lived there for two weeks now, and hadn't yet made a single friend.

"Don't worry," His mum said, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll meet more when you start school, which by the way starts on Monday."

"Really?" Luke grumbled. "I probably won't even understand what to do or what the teachers are saying."

"Don't be silly, Luke," she sighed. "I've got you a translator for school. She'll help you out."

Rolling his eyes, Luke nodded.

"Anyway, speaking of school, you should get your stuff together. You only have two days before you go back."

Luke sighed. "Can't I do that when I get back? I want to go out for a bit. Do a bit of exploring the city."

"Fine, Luke. But I'm expecting you to do it when you get back. Oh, and take your phone. Don't want you getting lost," His mum replied as she folded clothes and placed them on the chair. "Be back for seven."

"Will do," He nodded giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. "Bye, mum."

He grabbed his phone and walked out the front door to be welcomed with the Parisian air.

He looked around himself and sighed. He wondered where to start.

It wasn't exactly that he didn't like France, he found it extremely beautiful. It was just the fact he really missed Australia, where he was born and raised.

He just continued to walk along the street. He was in awe at all the beautiful buildings, and the scenery surrounding him.

In fact, he was so in awe, that he accidentally walked straight into someone whilst in his trance.

"O-oh, je suis trés désolé," The voice spoke. "Qui était de ma faute. Je ne cherchais pas."a

Luke looked up at the boy. He looked around his age, was slightly tan, and had very big brown eyes. He wore a white black Arctic Monkeys shirt with black skinnies.

"I.. U-uh," Luke stuttered, looking at the French boy who had a confusing expression on his face. "I don't understand."

"Ah, oui. English? I very sorry. Wasn't look where I walking."

Luke nodded, awkwardly looking down. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I wasn't looking either."

The boy stared at Luke like he was alien, clearly not understanding what he was saying but carried on talking anyway.

"My name is Calum. Et toi? Sorry, I mean... and yours?" Calum said, holding out his hand for Luke to shake.

"I'm Luke." He smiled, shaking the boys hand.

"Ah, Luke. It's nice name. You live here in France?" Calum asked curiously.

Luke nodded. "I just moved here from Australia."

"Australia! Wow, I always want go there. So pretty and hot, yes?"

Luke nodded. Somehow, he found his lack of English actually sort of cute.