The rose and the sunflower.
The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart.
The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true.
'I used to think love was a point...
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March, 2011
French is probably one of the most beautiful languages out there. Sometimes I even think in French, solely because I love it more than English. It's definitely my favourite language to speak so whenever I get the opportunity to speak it, I take it.
Emma is waiting in the driveway of my aunt's property in her white Toyota Corolla to take me out for lunch. We have our first French mock exam on Monday so we decided that today we'll hang out together except, we're only allowed to speak French. Whoever speaks English first has to pay for dinner tonight.
I'm so glad that we both speak it as a second language because now I get to actually talk in French more often. Back home, nobody except my dad could speak French so I never really got to do things like this.
"Bonjour, Emma." I greet her as I enter her car.
Emma is one of the only friends I've really made from school, or at least the only one I made that I'm actually willing to do stuff with outside of school. She's a year older than me but because I'm doing all my exams this year instead of splitting it into two years like most people, we ended up being in the same classes.
"Bonjour Hayley. Où devrions-nous aller déjeuner?" she asks me. ["Where should we go for lunch?"]
I hate when people ask me where we should eat. I can never decide what I want because there's way too many options to choose from, especially with living so close to the city.
"Surprends-moi." I smile at her as she backs out the driveway. ["Surprise me."]
I've known Emma for about six months now and it's safe to say we're basically two peas in a pod. Asking her to surprise me is telling her that I completely trust her judgement, which of course I do.
After twenty minutes of singing along to The Beatles, we park and Emma leads the way to a small diner. I've never been to this place before but I already love it. The diner is very secluded, which I like. It reminds me a lot of The Frosty Palace from Grease, the chairs and tables that look identical to the ones in the film. Maybe one day I'll bring Louis here, I know how much he loves that movie.
"Waouh, comment as-tu trouvé cet endroit?" I ask in amazement as we get seated. ["Woah, where did you find this place?"]
"Le gars dont je t'ai parlé, celui avec qui je viens de rompre travaillait ici. Tu aimes ça?" ["That guy I told you about, the one I just broke up with, used to work here. You like it?"]
"Je l'aime. Est-ce juste moi ou est-ce que ça te rappelle le-" I start to ask but she cuts me off to finish my sentence. ["I love it. Is it just me or does it remind you of the-"]
"Frosty Palace de la Grease. Oui, j'ai dit exactement la même chose quand je suis arrivé ici pour la première fois." she laughs at us both making the same connection. ["Frosty Palace from Grease. Yes, I said the same exact thing when I first came here."]
