A/N: In my mind, Antoinette looks like Barbara Palvin, only her face though since Barbara is 5'8 and Antoinette is 4'11.
Antoinette Eicher stands in the middle of her basement bedroom. She loves her basement bedroom; it's large so she has a couch and television in her room. She's able to fit her three female mannequins that she uses to design clothes; one of them has a detachable head and detachable arms and legs. The second is a dress form while the third just has no head and hands. All of them are small because they were bought specifically for her body shape. Her room looks more like a fashion designer studio than a bedroom, especially with the dozens of drawn outfits on the walls and scattered fabric on her desk and bed.
Antoinette holds up a red and white polka-dotted scarf as she looks at the outfit on the headless mannequin.
"Antoi, avez-vous terminé déballage?" (Antoi, have you finished unpacking?) Her mom asks as she comes down to the basement.
Antoinette looks up with a small frown, throwing the scarf on her white couch.
"Non, je ne peux pas décider quoi porter." (No, I can not decide what to wear.) Antoinette said.
Dominique looks at the large unpacked bags neatly organized on the opposite side of the room. She knows that Antoinette won't so anything until she finishes what she picks an outfit.
"Vous n'allez pas trouver une tenue si vous ne déballez pas vos vêtements." (You're not going to find an outfit if you don't unpack your clothes.)
Antoinette thought about it for a moment before she turns around and starts unpacking the suitcases at an impressive rate.
Dominique smiles before going back upstairs, she really needs to decide which side of the living room the portraits would look better on. She knows that the smallest thing can change the entire atmosphere of a house.
Antoinette nods her head along to TAL's Le sens de la vie. The French song was playing from the CD that she bought before leaving France. She had bought more than her parents thought necessary after they told her that they were moving to America, but Antoinette didn't want to take the chance that she might want something that Ohio didn't have.
She thinks about how she never thought that she would end up in Ohio, hell she didn't even know what Ohio was until two weeks ago when her parents told her about the move. When they said America, the first places that popped into her mind were New York, California, and even Florida where her grandparents live. But never had Ohio entered her mind.
After parking, she gets out of her mom's black Chevrolet Captiva and looks around. The sun was hotter than she is use to but it didn't bother her in her short-sleeved dress.
The fabric of her white dress grazes her knees lightly as she walks. It was the first time she actually left her house ever since moving to Lima two days ago. And the first place she goes…the mall.
She passes from store to store, nothing really standing out in her mind. She continues to walk for another three minutes before something does catch her eye. Well, someone.
He's tall and muscular; he's wearing a white wife-beater and faded jeans with scuffed black sneakers. He's absolutely gorgeous, even if she wasn't a fan on the Mohawk on his head.
A song she knows starts playing in her head.
U.S. boys sont le rêve des French girls (U.S. boys are French girls' dream)
On veut un American boyfriend forever (We want an American boyfriend forever)
U.S. boy, U-U.S. boy, U.S. love, U-U.S. love (U.S. boy, U-U.S. boy, U.S. love, U-U.S. love)
Un seul "baby" et je touche le Bonheur (Just tell me "baby" once and I'll reach happiness)
Je veux mon American boyfriend forever (I want my own American boyfriend forever)
U.S. boy, U-U.S. boy, U.S. love, U-U.S. love (U.S. boy, U-U.S. boy, U.S. love, U-U.S. love)
She goes into the sports store he's in and watches him from behind a rack of baseball shirts. She stands on the tip of her toes to see over the rack, the five foot high things keeping her from seeing normally. It was one of the downsides of being only 4'11".
He stood around with some other muscular boys who weren't nearly as handsome as him; they were all laughing at something. The Mohawk boy turns to her just as she moves around the rack to get a better look at him.
He looks at her, a smirk firmly in place on his face.
"Excuse me; can I help you find anything?" A woman in her thirties asks, getting in front of Antoinette and blocking her view of the handsome teen.
"Non merci." Antoinette responds in French without thinking. She really needs to practice speaking in English before she can go to school tomorrow.
The woman's eyes widen when she hears the small girl in front of her speak in French.
"You're French!" The woman exclaims as if she's never heard anyone speak in French before.
Antoinette nods, leaning her head slightly to the left to look past the woman and see if she can see the male again, but she sees his Mohawk as he was leaving the store. He turns and winks at her before disappearing from view. She lets out a sigh and turns back to the woman who had starts blabbering about how she always wanted to go to France.
She ignores the woman and starts to wonder if she'll ever see the Mohawk boy again.
A/N: Hey! This is my first ever Glee Fanfiction so please tell me if you love it or hate it. I'm only a Sophomore in High School and 15 years old so this might not be the best. I know my French isn't great so if you spot a mistake please tell me and I'll fix it right away.
You can make suggestions and I'll see if I can fit in into the story!
Please review and tell me how you think Antoinette's first day of school is going to go since she's French and only 4'11". Do you think she's going to be made fun of by the Cheerios and other students?
And please comment and tell me how you think her first official meeting with Puck is going to go. I want to stay at least a little true to his character.
This is before BabyGate and just a little before Will Schuester takes over Glee club.
Song(s) Used: U.S. Boy by Jena Lee.
Love from ColdHearBeat!