Separate And Ever Deadly

Chapter 6 - Woof woof!

Alex was always wearing hoodies and sport t-shirts. I couldn't imagine him dressed elegant. I wasn't very fancy either. I loved wearing loose clothes and borrowing Alex's t-shirts and sweaters had become my biggest obsession, as my addiction to his adorable aroma was getting more and more serious.

My relationship with Al was the best I've ever had. Though he wasn't the sexiest boy I've ever met, though he wasn't the most romantic one, I loved him. I loved curling my fingers into his messy hair, holding his rough hand, kissing his cracked lips and listening to his silly jokes.

10:21

"I've got a surprise for ya!" Alex called me downstairs. "Get ready, today we go on a trip!"

He got two bikes out of the garage and asked me if I knew how to ride one.

"I haven't done that for so long... I hope I remember. But where are we going?"

"You'll see... Now let's go!"

We had been riding our bikes and made little races for 15 minutes or so when we arrived to a meadow. There was a red blanket laid on the grass and a basket next to it. Alex sat down and got some egg rolls out of the basket.

"You like 'em?"

"Of course!" I crammed one into my mouth the next second.

"I made some sandwiches!"

"Really?! You?!"

"My mother wasn't home so I had to do everything on my own. Hope you won't find inside anything that shouldn't be there"

"They're delicious, stay chill, Al!"

"You just called me 'Al'"

"I guess I did" I mumbled with my mouth full of food.

"It sounds like fun. Could you please say my full name?"

"Ok" I swallowed the food. "I love you, Alexander David Turner!"

He started to laugh and hugged me.

"Whaaaat?" why was he laughing?

"I LOVE you accent to freaking much, Marrrrrie!" he tried to sound French.

"Oh, please! You can't imagine how hard it is for a French person to speak English! Freaking English people!"

"You're right, I can't, my adorable French girl! But you're very good at it!"

"At?"

"At English. Really. If I hadn't known you weren't English, I might not have noticed your accent"

"Really?"

"Eh, not really. I just wanted to make you feel better!"

"Liar!" I jumped over him and started to tickle him.

We got up and ran around the meadow. I took the Nutella jar and put some chocolate mixture on his face. As I'd expected, a little war started and soon we were both full of chocolate and cream.

"I surrender!" I begged him as he was down on all fours over me.

"Ok" he said while kissing my lips. "My sweet French girl"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why you keep reminding me I'm French?"

"You're right. We are both French now, ma petite fille française!"

"Oh, mon petit singe anglais!"

"How did you call me?"

"My little English monkey!"

"Je t'aime, my monkey!"

"I love you too, Alexander David Turner!"

"Marrrrrie"

The way he was trying to make his 'r'-s sound French was just so adorable.

"You sound like a motorcycle engine when you do that!" I giggled.

"You sound like Gerard Depardieu!"

"You sound like Dogmatix!" Oh, he asked for it!

"Woof woof!"

Alex started to bark and to bite my arms. Silly boy!

We licked the chocolate and the cream from each other's skin.

"I couldn't imagine you being any sweeter!" he said whilst kissing my neck.

Alex seemed so innocent, even when trying to get his hand under my T-shirt.

"Not so fast, Don Juan!"

"Ok, sorry, my princess"

"Don't you ever dare ever calling me like that again!"

I could feel the autumn sun burning my pale white skin while lying carelessly on the (surprisingly still green) grass while holding Alex's hand.

Alex was playing passively with my long brown messy hair. He started to pull it.

"Ta daaaa!!!!!" he exclaimed.

"What have you done with my hair?!"

"A French braid! For a French girl!"

"What?! What makes you think it's French?" I asked while checking Alex's masterpiece with my fingers.

"That's how it's called. I've done thousands of these with Ann's hair!"

"Really? I've never known you call it French"

"Or French fries?"

"This is stupid! When I first heard that I though people were joking because I was french. We don't call them like that!"

"But how?"

"Pommes frites! Frites! Simple!"

"Marrrie Lamberrrt, I'm in love with your French! But what about French kisses?"

"Where have you been, kids?" Penny asked as we entered the front door.

"Picnic with some friends..." Alex lied.

"Adorable, dear! I remember your father took me for one on our first date. I still remember his awful peanut butter sandwiches!" Penny laughed.

"Mom, it's not a date anymore when there are five people involved"

"So who was dating who?"

"Nobody, mom!"

Why was Alex lying to his mother about me? I was in my room writing everything in my journal. Yes, I still had one, like any other teenage girl.

My phone rang. Mom. She was shocked to hear me happy. She supposed a boy was the reason and I couldn't hang up until I told her everything. Of course, she started to cry, saying how much she missed me and blah blah blah. I've never been too close to my family. I've always been a cold person, unable to express her sentiments, who liked keeping her feelings for herself.

But Alex was different to anyone I've ever met, he opened my heart and managed to get inside of it, to make me confess things I'd thought I'd never be able to, to make me smile and cry for no reason.

I often imagined my life as a film, a TV show, a theatre performance. And the anchor would be saying:

'Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in her life, Marie Lambert is in love.'

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Heyyyy!

I'm currently on a trip with my parents - more time to write!

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Have a great day, my little monkeys! ^.^