Mon Chèri

I walk into the room and all the lights are off. I reach to the light switch and feel a hand grab mine. His voice breaks the silence. "No, Cheri leave zhem off. Please." I slowly move my hand away, "Spy-" He cuts me off "Lorent." I clear my throat "Right, what's the matter? Is something wrong?" He sighs, creating an awkward quiet moment. *click* He breaks the silence again when a flame sparks and ignites. All I can see are his steel blue eyes as he lights his cigarette, the flame reflecting in his pupils.

"I've been watching you Cher." My eyes widen "You've been...watching me?" He gives a low chuckle "Oui, and I've noticed something about you." I cock my head, "Something that made me keep my eye on you." I smile "Oh, and what would that be?" He grabs my hand pulling me closer to him. "You're different." He begin lightly swaying side to side with me in his arms. "In what ways?"

{Spy's fucking weird okay?}

My muscles tighten as his hands moves down to my hip. "You aren't like many girls, you don't act like a damsel in distress. You hold your own, and make zhe ozher men feel zhat way. In many ways you act like, well, me. Which of course is good." I push away from him, "I am nothing like you." He grabs me again with no force, just lightly grabs my hand. "But you are Cheri. More zhan you know, for example. You're always in zhat room of yours, you keep to yourself and don't tell your secrets. Like me."

I scoff "You're just antisocial. And no one really likes you, sorry to say." He laughs "I know zhat, but my my Cheri, you make me feel different from zhe way ozher girls do." I raise a brow "Ew. That's disgusting, keep that to yourself pretty boy." He begins the light swaying again. Which, honestly is pretty soothing. He let's out a humorous scoff. "Well it's true." I laugh as well "Has anyone seen this side of you?" He spins and then dips me. "Non, I don't zhink so." I stand up and walk towards his bed, "Maybe people would like you more if they did." He follows me "And where are you going?" I turn around and walk backwards, "I might as well sit down, right?"

As I reach his bed I jump up and sit down facing him. I yawn and lie down with my legs hanging off the bed. He sits down next to me, "Oh Cheri, I 'ave a question." I sit up and look at him "Ask away." He breathes in deeply, "Can I kiss you?" I perk up. "What? Why?" He laughs, "I think you are very beautiful amour." A light pink dusts my cheeks and I lightly nod.

He gives a small smile. As he leans in, I sit up in my bed. The third time this week that I've had this dream. If only it would come true.