Criminal Behavior

*4

Distance. Time. Does the heart grow fonder? Shall we test the idea?

"So we spent some time with my cousin's before heading off to Ocean City. Uncle Charlie has a time share there. What about you Rachel??"

Rachel looks away from the bus window and instead turns towards her seatmate and semi-friend Kurt. They only just started talking about a month ago, with glee on a really slow going slope. Mr Ryerson really did not know what he was doing this year.

"What was that again that you asked me Kurt??"

The alabaster-skinned boy sighs as he repeats himself.

"I was telling you what I did during summer break.  And then asked what you did, because friends talk about those types of things."

Oh....

"I... I went to visit my grandparents, in France..."

Kurt makes an impressed sound of acceptance and then launches into some sort of discussion about class work. Rachel tries to listen, but soon she finds her mind wandering as she remembers her glorious summer.

In France.

With a certain tall green eyed Parisian American boy...

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It's was one of those rare, rainy day in the French countryside.  Usually that wouldn't bother Rachel, she'd just stay inside and read or bake with Méme.  But unfortunately her grandmother had chosen today to go browse an old book store with Mrs Deveraux and Jacqueline Smythe.

Leaving 14 year old Rachel in the chateau all alone.

Or so she thinks.

'Comme c'est pratique pour nous, ma chérie. Tout seul dans cette grande maison. Pas d'adultes. Personne pour nous interrompre ..... Juste toi. Juste moi.'

Rachel turns from the rain slicked window to see piercing green eyes staring back at her. 

Bastian....

The boy in question smirks as he moves closer, with all of the stealth and grace of a jungle predator.

"Oui, mon amour. I can think of a few ways we can pass the time by ourselves.   If you're game that is..."

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow at her, hand extended. And she follows him....

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'France??  How exciting.  Even if you did have to spend it with your grandparents.'

Kurt's voice draws her back out of her own memories as she nods.

"Just quiet time with my grandparents."

Who really needs to know about the tall teenaged boy she spent a rainy afternoon getting intimately acquainted with anyway.

Right?

(Just a small chapter, with a hint of a naughty escapade.
*French translation:
How convenient for us, my darling. All alone in this big house. No adults. No one to interrupt us ... Just you. Just me.

💞 Shann)