Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3

2. Yes, Cheese Is Cheap Here

LA mall ( one of them at least 🤪 ) 🔝

"This what call mall?"

I shook my head in anger as this guy has been asking me questions nonstop. I shouldn't be surprised, he's never been here before but back off!

We haven't even found a parking spot yet and he's shaking in his seat waiting to get out.

My parents forced me to take him here. To learn about the "American life" and what people supposedly do here. They act like we are so much different from the French.

I have school tomorrow and I'm wasting my last weekend day showing him around the mall and buying him shit.

"This is a mall-."

"Ooh!! People walk with coffee in hand?!" He gasped, pointing at a group of people walking with Starbucks coffee in their hands. I rolled my eyes, wondering if he's serious.

"Yes. What do you think this is? Don't people walk with coffee in France?"

"No, no, no! We sit at table with friend and discuss the world over coffee and tea. No walking with. That is rude." He shook his head in disappointment, facing back forward.

"Well you aren't in France anymore so get over it."

"Cannot!" He shook his head again, and I narrowed my eyes at him." Ooh!" He looked outside the window again, spotting a girl in short ass shorts that weren't bad either. Too bad I have a girlfriend.

"Women, too reveal!" His face scrunches up, and I wonder if he likes anything. The guys over here would be all over that. And here he is saying that's 'revealing'. Exactly, that's the point.

When I found a parking spot I swerved in, realizing the person that was pulling out was being crept upon by another car who wanted this good spot. But now it's mine.

"Ooh! Why car so big?" He asked, trying to open the door and it was still locked. A look of panic showing on his face.

"The fuck?" I mutter, unlocking the doors as he opened it. Stepping out as did I.

Once we were out the sound of hip hop and pop music echoing through and hearing the bustle of people and their conversations.

"Ooh!" I watched as he walked off, and I had to follow after him like a babysitter because he has no idea where he going or how to go back.

"Arthur!" I finally use his name when he's not responding to me at first. But he does now when he stops, turning around as he looks down." Stop walking off. I didn't know you were still a child! Stay by me and don't run or walk off unless you tell me first! I don't have time for my parents to punish me for losing you!" I spat, and he frowns.

"No punish. I be good." He nods, smiling as he firmly plants his feet next to mine. Looking down at me, waiting.

I nod, facing forward as I walk on. Going inside as I look to see him looking over his shoulder and staring at whatever he's staring at.

"It's rude to stare!" I smack him, and he jumps.

"I stare not at you. I stare at ice drink."

I roll my eyes, knowing he's either talking about ice water or a Frappuccino.

"You mean Starbucks?"

"Stars in the bucks?" His eyes enlarge like saucers, and I almost crack a grin at his stupidity.

"No." I walk towards the place, abandoning my previous plan. Pouting to the place." Starbucks. It's a coffee place."

"Coffee place? Sit at table and drink?" He asked, and I nodded - sorta." Got idea from France."