Fallen Hope

plane

"I was born in a town called Nice in France. I lived with my mom, my dad, and my brother; Lucas."

Finally. I figured out his accent. French. He got in the box and showed me a picture of him and his family then continued.

"My parents divorced when I was 16 and Lucas was 11. My dad wanted to go to America, where he was born. And he took me with him to California, while Lucas stayed with mom." He got the picture out of his pocket from the car. "They told Lucas that dad was just going on a business trip and I was going with him. But I didn't have the heart to tell him. He gave me this before we left."

"What does it say on the back?" I asked.

"J'ai hâte que vous reveniez America. Je parie que vous aurez tant d'histoires sympas. Et quand vous revenez, vous pouvez continuer à m'apprendre à jouer du piano et nous pouvons jouer à quelques jeux de sport." I looked at him confused. "I can't wait for you to come back from America. I bet you will have so many cool stories. And when you come back, you can continue teaching me how to play piano and we can play a few sports games." He translated.

"Oh... That's sweet." I murmured.

"I was his best friend. He's 16 now. I haven't been able to go see him or my mom since we left. And it honestly kills me everyday."

"Why haven't you been able to see them?"

"Because they won't want to see me. Besides, I don't even know if they live there anymore."

I got up and went to my room. I came back with my laptop.

"What's your mom's full name?" I asked.

"Emma Elizabeth Petit." He answered.

I looked up her name on the Nice, France website in the people section. How did he not think of this?

He picked out which one she was and we got her address.

"It's the same address." He smiled.

I then got on a new tab and looked up the price for tickets to there.

"For 3 days it's $357.15." I pointed out.

"What are you saying?" He questioned.

"You're going." I declared.

"If I'm going, then you're going too." He insisted.

"What? Why?" I was shocked.

"I'm not going back there all alone." He paused for a second. "Please I have a fear of planes..." He admitted.

"I'm don't know any French though."

"I'll teach you some, and translate if needed. Plus a lot of French people also speak English." I did the math. I eventually agreed. "Great. Let's get tickets."

We both chipped in and bought the tickets for tomorrow. We packed our bags with whatever we needed. We told Markus where we were going this time. Then went to bed.

The next morning he woke me up by throwing a pillow at me.

"Wake up!" He yelled. I sat up.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm up. God. Don't throw things."

I got dressed and grabbed my suitcase and we then left. I was half asleep and he was more excited and hyper than ever.

We got to the airport just in time. He was pull me by my arm so I could keep the same pace as him. We got through security and then boarded the plane.

As the plane took off his mood completely changed. His hands started shaking so I held one of them gently.

"It's alright Brian. There's no need to panic." I assured. I then kissed his cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" He gasped. He pulled his hand away.

"It got your mind off of the plane, right? Now you're more concerned about me." I explained. He just looked at me confused.