strangers // styles

Two

"Where are you planning to go?" Chris asked me.

We are seeing jackets and jeans to buy for my travel. I'm planning to go to France but I never tell Chris where I'm going, I just tell him I'm traveling next week or something like that and then when I'm there I send him a postcard. It's our routine.

"You know i never tell you dumbass" I said searching for jackets.

"I know, I just wanted to bother you" he said "are you taking the guitar with you?"

"Of course. Maybe I'll send you a video playing at the...Oops, I can't tell you" i answered him and lots of laughs started.

[...]

I like planes, even though at the beginning of the flight I'm scared, I like them.

The good things: food, headphones, movies and more food.
The bad?: the sits, I hate them.

No, I won't buy a sit from the VIP, it's to expensive and at least I have for the ticket plane.

6 hours later and I arrived to France, I gotta admit, the city is like people say, beautiful.

With my music sounding and the city in front of my eyes I can say, it's precious.

"Taxi!" I called.

When I get at the motel and the taxi man helped me with my bags I asked the receptionist for my key and I go to the elevator.
The room I buy for three months is good for me, I searched for motel rooms in the internet and this one is comfortable.
As you know, staying in France is expensive, and living in here, its way more.

After shower and getting my bag on my shoulder i decide to start my adventure, and the first thing as always is: museums.

Google maps is my tourist helper, so then I won't call a taxi. I need to save money and I've got this pale legs for something.

I put my headphones on and be yourself by audioslave started.

I love walking streets by unknown cities, they all have something hidden. And with music, everything is better.

Google maps got me to my destiny, which is the museum "musée rodin". Always in love!

Just when I got in, i heard the sound of an electric guitar, but this time, I stayed there to admire the guy that was playing it, he was..., he was awesome I could say.
Just when he finished our eyes connected, I felt... weird, I almost ran away from him.
That was awkward, but at least that made me hurry and get into the museum.

I love art and everything around it; art says something, and you gotta listen.

"Oh! Le Baiser représentait à l'origine Paolo et Francesca, personnages issus de La Divine Comédie, poème de Dante Alighieri (1265-1321). Tués par le mari de Francesca qui les avait surpris en train de s'embrasser, les deux amoureux furent condamnés à errer dans les Enfers. Ce groupe, conçu tôt par Rodin, dans le processus créatif de La Porte de L'Enfer, figura en bonne place au bas du vantail gauche, face à Ugolin, jusqu'en 1886, date à laquelle le sculpteur prit conscience que cette représentation du bonheur et de la sensualité était en contradiction avec le thème de son grand projet."

I listened closely to the words that the Monsieur said, but the grave voice from a strange man made me turn to him.

Oh, the green-eyes man who plays the guitar almost like Guthrie Govan (lies but I gotta exaggerate).

"So you liked 'Le baiser' " he said to me and I didn't say anything.

I just nodded and got away from him, it's not that I didn't want to be there, but the group and the monsieur were already passed three artworks, and I wanted to know about those.
I could feel his eyes on me when I look away.
When he wasn't looking at me I started to pay attention to the guy.
He's tall, he has beautiful eyes, his hair to his shoulders. He has a camera and takes pictures of the artworks, he has a guitar, an electric one hanging on his shoulders. I must admit, he has a really good profile.

When he noticed that i was staring at him, I look other thing as fast as I could (having in count that I could feel my cheeks red as fuck)

Every time he looks at me, I look away.
Every time he looks away, I look at him.

a/n.

Noir means in French black.
It's pronounce "nuar"