Chapter 2: The French Food

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“And that's how cats who have been spayed or neutered gain weight. Any other questions relating to Science?” Mr. Rock pointed to a diagram he drew on the white board.

“Umm, Senor? I have a thick French accent as you know, but I cannot understand your thick accent monsier, can you please write it all on the board so I can take notes?” Luna asked.

Mr. Rock laughed. “Why sure, miss Luna!”

Luna smiled. “I would prefer if you called me Mademoiselle Luna. In Paris, everyone calls each other formally.” She thought.

Mr. Rock started writing everything he said about the cats gaining weight on the board. Ashton was daydreaming the whole class period. Suddenly, the bell rang for lunch. Luna grabbed her red, white and blue lunchbox and skipped to the cafeteria. Ashton never ate lunch, he always skipped eating so he can practice with Michael and Luke. Calum, the bass guitarist, goes to a different school, so he can rarely join them for practice during school. Ashton ran to Mrs. Imogen's classroom and saw that she was busy searching through her closet in the back of the room. Her desk was in the front of the room and the drawer that held student's things was pulled out. He tiptoed in there, snatched his drumsticks and quietly ran out.

He caught up with Michael and Luke and asked them if he could talk to Luna today instead of practicing. Luke asked why, so Michael explained to him what happened. Michael and Luke are in Mrs. Imogen's homeroom class, but Luke is in Mr. Harold's homeroom. Luke then laughed a little and said that he and Mikey will practice and that Ash can talk to Luna if he insists. Ashton smiled widely and ran to the cafeteria. He saw Luna sitting by herself at the '5 SOS' table. 5 SOS, or 5 Seconds of Summer, is the band that Ashton is in. No one ever sits there but them, when they eat lunch.

He walked up to Luna and sat to her right. “G'day Luna. This is, by the way, a table reserved for my band but you are welcome to sit here as often as you like.” He said happily. Luna smiled and thanked him. She opened her lunchbox. Wonderful, delicious, foreign smells filled Ashton's nose. “Mmmm! That smells really good! What's in there?” He couldn't help but ask.

Luna giggled. “Well, there's a bottle of iced water, a small portion of tapenade, a small container of brie, a large container of Ratatouille, a wrapped up Croissant and finally, a chocolate eclair.”

Ashton's jaw dropped. “Wow. That all sounds really delicious!”

“Thanks. I cooked it all myself, too.” She replied and began taking her food out of her bag. “My favorite meal is Confit de Canard. It's duck. It's so delicious. What's your favorite meal?” She asked.

Ashton had to think. He loves all kinds of food. “A meal? I guess breakfast. I make some toast and spread Vegemite on them. Then I eat an orange or something with it. I have lots of favorite foods.” He explained.

Luna swallowed a bite of her Ratatouille and then asked what some of his favorite foods were. “Well, Australian Meat Pies are pretty good. I love Vegemite and Tim Tams, and fish and chips are pretty good, too.” He explained, his mouth now watering from the thoughts of these delicious foods.

Luna started telling Ashton about how people in France love snails and frog legs. She said that it's good, but not something she'd want every day, week or month. “Some of my favorite foods are croissants, fondue, brie, Gougères, and eclairs.” She informed.

Ashton smiled and said he wants to try some of those. Luna said, “Don't worry! You will one day.” It was awkward for a few minutes, then Luna broke the silence by asking, “So, what do you want to be when you are older?” Ashton immediately responded, “I want to have my band become one of the top 10 in the world. Well, it's not MY band, It's Michael's. What do YOU want to do?”

Luna said, “I want to open up a French Restaurant called 'Populaire Luna'. I want to have one of the most famous restaurants in the world.”

“And with your cooking, I'm sure that will happen.” Ashton replied, smiling at Luna. Luna put a little bit of Ratatouille on her fork and shoved it in Ashton's mouth. Ashton blushed heavily as he ate the delicious food from the fork. She gingerly released the fork from his mouth and started blushing.

“Mmm. That was.. really delicious.” He hesitated.

Luna blushed and looked away. She finished eating, then the bell rang for class. Luna and Ashton stood up at the same time and knocked each other over, Luna fell on the floor. “I am so sorry!!” Ashton apologized frantically. “Je vous pardonne, monsieur. S'il vous plaît aidez-moi.” Was all she said while rubbing her head. Ashton didn't know what she said, but he helped her up and they both walked to History class together.

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