Warning: French words will mostly be used for talking. Don't worry, I added the english translation at the end for now on. :)
One week. One whole week. One whole week I will stay at France. I was roaming around the mall trying to lift my head from everything that's happening. If maybe I think of something else I will be okay. I will be alright.
For crying out loud I'm at the mall. Andd by mall that means it still reminds me of J.
What so speacial about him?
I stopped my thoughts. Think of something else. My birthday.
My birthday.
How did I forget my birthday?
Freaking Jardine.
He made me forget about my birthday. Jerk.
A sudden voice made me snap out of my misery. "Hey!" A giddy voice says. giddy? His voice was rusky at a way.
When I turn around I am greeted with a dark pool eyes. "Um, Hi." I say.
"Bonjour." Arrow says once more. (hi)
"Bonjour to you too." I laugh lightly. Why am I laughing? (Hi to you too.)
"You've been practicing, huh?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah." I nod. "Pretty much."
"Do you know what's belle?" He asks. (Do you know what's "Belle"; belle means beautiful.)
I shock my head "No."
"Oh." He says. "How about vous etes?"
"Yeah," I nod. "It's your right?"
"Yeah." He nods. "Well, Vous etes beautiful."
What?
I can feel my cheeks turning red. "Um," I say awkwardly.
"What?" He says giving me a grin. "Don't tell me you're not beautiful, 'cuz you are."
His "I'm saying you're beautiful" side is making me red. SO red.
"Well," I say shifting uncomfortably. "Merci?" (Thank you?)
"vous estes la bienvenue." He smiles. (You're welcome.)
"And what's that?" I say raising my eyebrows.
"You're welcome." He shrugs.
"Oh." Why din't check that up yet?
"Do you want to go to my house? My mom's making a family recipe." He invites.
It caught me off gaurd. "Umm..."
"Nevermind." He says.
"No! No no no." I say. "I... Okay."
"Really?" His face brightens.
"No." I smirk.
He frowns. "ha-ha."
I laugh. "Okay, okay. What time?"
"Now."
"What? Like now, now? Or now what? Or now I need to go?"
He chuckles. "Now."
...
Do any of you know what I'm thinking right now?
No?
Well I Think this is a bad idea.
totally.
Like who would go to someone's house if they jsut met them hours ago? Me.
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