Alan grabbed my hand and pulled me out the dance studio and into a very long corridor covered with what I assume family portraits. An extravagant chandelier lit up the path. Every portrait contained look a likes of Alastair and Alan. Alastair was what my friends would describe as "so fucking quiche" his tanned skin and same dark eyes as Alan mmmm they could be twins if if weren't for the blonde hair!
"You wanna kiss him ! You wanna snog him ! You wanna sleep with him! You wanna smell the covers ! You wan-" Alan sang
Shit I forgot he could read my mind!
"Hush your mush!" I hit him in the arm.
I looked behind to so Alastair sporting a shit eating grin. I wanted to slap it off!
"So what does Quiche mean?" Alan questioned pretending to ignore my discomfort.
I just groaned and ignored Alastair's sniggering.
We approached a large wooden door and Alan knocked. He stared tapping those bloody red heels on the floor like thumper the fucking rabbit!
"I'm not a rabbit! I'm like a deep ferocious dinosaur!" Alan exclaimed
"Yep you are I'm afraid!"
"No I'm not I-"
The door opened reveling a tall woman with long black hair with red highlights waving through. She wore a long green dress that's ended at her calf showing of her bare feet and painted toe nails. God I sound like ducking Sherlock Holmes!
"Bonjour! My name is Amaani" the woman greeted in a thick French accent.
"Right I'll be back later! By mon petit presevatif !" Alan giggled then left followed by Alastair and Trixie who I don't even know had followed.
Great now I'm alone! Now I probably find out I'm some fairy tale place called physcolando!
"Fontainebleau actually" Amaani interrupted my thoughts
"Come again?"
"Fontainebleau, a place just outside Paris, France"
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN FRANCE !
