Waiting For Winter

A Change of Heart

"He sent you?"

I sat on a long, plush couch, grasping tightly a cup of coffee. I was leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, in deep thought. Frenchie repeated her question and I glanced up at her annoyed face. "What does it look like?"

She crossed her arms. "So, Alexander sent you?"

Three big gulps. "Nope," I said, simply, setting the empty mug down on the coffee table. "Let's just get down to business, 'k?"

Frenchie slammed her hand down the counter, as she was standing in the entranceway to the kitchen. She had a look of pure disgust on her Barbie doll face. The rest of her was straight out of a Vogue magazine. Those perfect, long legs; the well-defined cheek and jaw bones; the runway-ready outfit. Any guy would fall to his knees and succumb to her every command. Although I had my eyes on a younger girl. What's wrong with you, Dean?

"I'm not going to put up with this childish behavior any longer!" Frenchie exclaimed.

"Why do you want to see it?" I asked, calmly. I squinted my eyes at her, expectantly, and pursed my lips.

"Am I not allowed to visit my own--" she started, but stopped and cleared her throat. She click clacked from the kitchen and went and sat on a similar couch across from me. "I actually want a tour of the place. A friend mentioned it to me, and I wanted to see it for myself."

"Are you a lesbian, then?"

Frenchie laughed lightly, with her hand placed on her heart. "No. I'm....I'm a writer." A writer? "I need inspiration."

I nearly burst out laughing. "You want to write a book on the place? Is it some kind of joke to you? It's private for a reason."

She let out a deep breath. "Fine. I lied."

"Thank you."

"I have someone I want you to meet."

That sparked my interest. "Yeah?"

"Someone I want to use as a spy," she continued, crossing one leg over the other.

"A spy?" I asked.

Frenchie nodded slowly. "Yes. I want to spy on Alexander."

Alexander. Huh.

***

Frenchie was gonna die.

"How's the place?" Her grip on my arm never ceased, even as I struggled to stay in between the lines on the dimly lit road. "Is it like a castle?"

I paid her no attention. Instead, I focused on keeping my sanity. This girl was Frenchie's spy? Glancing over at her--painfully--I gaged her age. She was tiny, but tall. And strong. Flat chest. Round, slightly freckled face. Her toothy grin big and white. Her hands a little on the large side.

I scowled at her and focused back on driving. Is she even a girl? What's with those tacky, loose-fit clothes?

"Dean?"

"Yes, it's sort of like a castle," I grunted, still paying her no attention.

Then she tried something else, and I'll be honest, I hadn't seen that coming. This boyish girl leaned over and planted a kiss right on my cheek. I didn't blush, I didn't get excited. Not at first... I was too shocked. I finally looked at her, and she looked so cute right then I was almost tempted to kiss her back.

"W-What's your n-name again?" I stuttered. I turned my attention yet again to the road, before I crashed into something. Because of this...strange girl.

I saw her smile out of the corner of my eye. "Cam."