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

26. Seeing Him Again

Year later...

"I'm going to France."

My parents look at me with raised eyebrows, their eyes going to my already packed suitcases as the chauffeur got them to the car one-by-one.

"You didn't think to run this by us-?"

"I just did. You're lucky I said anything at all. You can probably guess why I'm going." I say, the both of them nodding as I look off." I need to fix this with Arthur. It was torture not having him here and I want him to understand that I've changed."

"Yes, because you already graduated?" My dad hissed, making me sneer.

"No. Because when he left I sort of admitted to the school about him and me. No one cared...besides, no ones opinions matter." I say, and he just looks at me like he doesn't believe me.

But here's the shocker, I don't need his approval. I can handle this myself and I don't need them to agree and think I haven't changed. I think I have, it's been a whole year.

I'm pretty sure I've changed if I haven't dated anyone in this whole span of a year.

"You are pathetic, son." My dad sneers, making me flinch." You didn't even realize you loved him until he was gone. Your mom and I saw, you loved him more than you've ever loved anyone before."

I fold my arms, knowing already and I didn't need my parents explaining to me what I've done.

"I know-."

"I don't think you do."

"Stop assuming you know. I know what I've done and I can't take back, even though I want to. But Arthur...he'll still love me."

My parents roll their eyes, and the fact that their mad at me for my actions is disgusting. It was my choice and it's too late. So they need to get off my ass about it. I know my mistakes and I don't need them to shame me for them.

"To hell with you two. I don't need you two degrading me for my mistakes. I know that I've made mistakes and now I'm fixing them now that I'm an adult and don't need your permission. So, I'm gone."

I leave, going to the car as I was going to France. To get Arthur back. If I need to practically search France, I will.

****

As I was now in France, everything was completely different than it was in America. More old fashioned and Victorian. Nothing modern.

Until we drive around a corner and I see something familiar.

I see a food truck, smirking as it looked like something straight out of America. Reminding me of Arthur always telling me that America copied France, here they are copying us.

I kick the chauffeurs seat, and he looks over his shoulder.

"Arrêtez-vous ici une seconde, je veux quelque chose à manger." ( Stop here for a second, I want something to eat. ) I demand, and he nods as he stops the car at the side of the sidewalk.

I get out the car, folding my arms as I inhale the air. Smelling something familiar about this food, but it wasn't the same. At least it was more...civil here.

Arthur wasn't kidding about everything shutting down in noon and people stopping everything for lunch. My car was practically the only one on the road and all the restaurants were full of people.

This food truck is packed, so I begin to walk towards the line. People noticing me as they stare and I smirk, happy for the attention. It never seems to disappear, the stares.