CHAPTER 4
Writer's Note: Hey! I was wondering if the story was going good! I think this is one of my favorite stories ever. I got inspired to write this story from my spring break trip in Montreal, Canada.
6:00 AM.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEEEEP. I hit the side table where the alarm is, several times, trying to find the alarm's button to shut up. The alarm starts getting louder, and louder, as I keep trying to not wake up and find the switch. It was no use. I opened my one eye, and found my left arm on a complete different direction of where the alarm was. I chuckled at myself, still extremely tired. I heard some thumping noise, assuming that it was my mother, thumping and running over to my room. I quickly lay my head back down on my soft, pink pillow, and closed my eyes. I heard her marching into my room to wake me up.
"GET UP. NOW! We need to leave right away to get off traffic! Let's move, cupcake!" She shook me and made me bounce all over my bed. I jump straight up.
"OKAY! I'M UP! GEEZ…" I yell into her face.
"Get ready, breakfast's a bagel on the table, and pack your guitar and whatever! Your father's almost ready!" She snaps at me, and then pushes me off the bed, letting me land on the ground. Isn't my mother, lovely? I groan as I get up from the floor, rubbing my legs and pained butt. I walk swiftly to the bathroom, and squeeze my toothpaste out onto my toothbrush. After, I wash my face, and brush my hair to have its maximum shine. I dress into my best casual looking clothes. I decided to wear my recently bought UGG boots, the kinds that are the new design. Well, I wanted to make a nice impression on those fake French Canadians. I heard the French are really crazy over latest fashion trends. Oh, yay. I would've put on some lotion and cream, if my mom didn't rush me!
Dad drove, I texted Aaron. Mom drove, I texted Aaron.
ME: hi brotha
Aaron^^: where are ya? I'm here, at a hotel. French Canadians..too formal ugh.
ME: We're in NY. STILL.
Aaron: good luck w that! NY is loong.
ME: yay.
Aaron: see u soon! Bye
I lock my iphone screen. There were no apps I wanted to play with it. I looked out the window, staring at nothing, at nowhere, except for the trees and the blank sky. I imagined Montreal, and researched on my iphone. It was a popular city for tourists, because of some place called Notre Dame Cathedral. It was also very popular for French people and for others who love shopping. Montreal happens to have great French food, and an underground shopping place. Hmm, interesting.
I thought about the teens and students, and the people my age. Since it was an international school, there should be SOME Americans there, that actually spoke English..right? I worried about my new social life. I knew this was the chance for me to start over on my life, turn into something new, not the same old shy music nerd! I can actually show my talents this time. I can show that I can dance, sing, play a variety of instruments, and that I'm smart. No one at Westwood really knew that I'm this talented. What really got my attention was the language, though. I needed to learn French, quick-and now. If I didn't know fluent French, that was one way to make myself show up like a loser. I wasn't sure what goal I was thinking about in that car ride, because as soon as it showed up, I had closed my eyes into a deep sleep.
"Wakie-Wakie, sis!" Aaron said, excitedly. He tickled my nose.
"Shut up, Aaron!" I yelled, smacking him in the face, still not awake. He smacked me back, a bit lighter. "Wake up! You're in MONTREAL, IDIOT!" This time, (still closed my eyes), I grab for his nose and squeeze it for around five seconds. He gasps for breath. After hearing his gasp, I smile and open my eyes. I see Aaron in front of me, gasping, and I'm in the car sitting crookedly.
"We've got our matters, settled here now, right Corinne?" Aaron chuckled. He pulled my arm, and I got off the car.
"Where's the house?" I asked, still looking around everywhere. There were a bunch of people walking, some teens my own age.
"Hey, make a good impression on these people." He shifted his head towards the teens I just saw. I nodded. I fixed my hair, and wrapped my neck neatly in the scarf. I smiled, trying to look my best, like before.
"Salut! Je m'appelle Aaron, et ma soir, Corinne.' Aaron was speaking. FLUENTLY. IN FRENCH. I couldn't believe it! He was amazing, continuing on about something else. Then he pushed me over to their side.
"See ya, Corinne! I'll text you later. I need to go find mom and dad. Caio!" Aaron waved. I gulp, and turn my face towards the teens. As I looked, I observed, like I usually did. There were two guys, and two girls. They might be double dating, or just a group outing. I didn't know. I didn't even know what to say. I just smiled nervously.
"So you're Corinne, eh? Nice to meet you. My name's Hugues, this is my pal Jules, this is Adele, et Denise." Hugues's voice had a fun French accent. I tried hard not to giggle. I shook hands with Hugues, Jules, Adele, and Denise. They had such pretty names. Corinne. UGH. I shook hands with them. Hugues told me to come join them, they were just going to hang out, walking around town and get some snacks at the café. They said they can show me around a bit too, well Hugues said Aaron told him I should get a tour around. It was mostly Hugues talking. Denise and Adele sort of had a mushier and fatter accent that was hard to understand. Jules was just quiet the whole time we were walking. While we were walking, I felt like Jules was observing me. I couldn't imagine it, because…why would a French Canadian boy observe a musical nerd? You know that feeling, when your feel like someone is staring right through your mind and soul, that was exactly what I was feeling when we were walking around the city. I knew that if he was observing me, he was probably snickering and had a smug grin on in his heart. I assumed that. I ignored him and his ongoing thoughts. At some points, Adele gave weird comments that didn't relate to what we were talking about. She even gave some attitudes to me, with her ugly voice. I couldn't believe her name was Adele! No doubt she was gorgeous, but I just couldn't take it with her. I was relieved that I wouldn't see her again- until Monday. Adele made me remember about everything in Westwood, all the jerks and plastic barbies trying to be cool.
Adele had blonde, wavy, long hair, she was a bit chubby, but was wearing one of the most fashionable pants ever. I really wanted to wear them, they were so pretty. Adele was no doubt spoiled and yet gorgeous, compared to Denise. Denise was a brunette with golden wavy highlights running through her hair. Her hair was perfectly straight, which made me love her highlights even more. Her clothes were a bit more on the casual side. She was wearing ripped black jeggings, Ed Hardy converses, and a fancy basic tanktop with a cardigan. Jules, was very shy in front of me, maybe because I was a foreigner or something. I wasn't so sure why he was really quiet in front of me. He was carrying around a black backpack, and was wearing one of those "Cool Story Bro" hats. He was also wearing sweatpants and an Abercrombie sweatshirt. He reminded me of Jordan, one of the nicer guys at Westwood. What really brought my attention were his sky blue eyes and cute freckles. His hair was a chestnut color, and in a Justin Beiber style, which sort of annoyed me. He didn't need to make his hair look like that. Hugues, was the nicest to me. He was always smiling at me, and showing me new places. The others just chimed in conversation. Hugues also taught me much about the language, and how the currency worked. I actually thought of him as my first Canadian friend. Hugues had brown curly hair, which kind of reminded me of a pom pom, and had these sparkly green eyes. He was wearing one of the American brands, Underarmour. He was wearing one those athletic shorts and an underarmour sweatshirt.
It was a long, slow day. We toured around the city and walked back to my neighborhood. Adele looked pretty aggravated, having to follow us where she goes everyday anyways. Afterwards, they all showed me where they lived. Jules was the only one who was living in an apartment. Hugues was living in a house that was two streets from my house, which wasn't so far away. Adele's house was four streets from my house, and Denise lived in a house that was around five or six blocks away. Even though it was a long, slow day, I thought it was fun, observing the French international kids' lives, trying new food, looking around stores and malls, and checking out the neighborhoods.
Tomorrow is Dimanche, Sunday. Aaron told me during dinner today that I was invited over to Hugues's house for the night. They are really so excited to see me, because they think of me as a foreigner. Oh, yay.
Surprisingly, I had a great time at Hugues's house. I learned so much about him, and his family. His family was actually English, from England. Hugues's name is actually Harry, and their last name is Styles. They had to move to Montreal, for work and company businesses. The Styles family moved to Montreal when Hugues was just six years old. His parents tell me that it was a long journey, and they still wonder if they can ever go and live back at England. Hugues is actually the only one who doesn't care much about England, he prefers his name to be 'Hugues Styles' instead of Harry Styles. He also prefers having the French TV shows and radio on. However, Sophie, his older sister, is completely opposite. She would rather speak the English language and not worry about French until she leaves to attend school. Sophie also favors that people call her Sarah-Michelle, her English name. After having a sweet, delightful dinner of French lamb chops and English dish of fish and chips, I hung with Hugues in his room. His bedroom was just amazing, with its decorating and furniture. The blues of the wallpaper, the squishy lumpy bed, the brown couch, the flat screen TV, his study desk and laptop, his posters with sport stars on them, it made up his personality. We had a fun time together, him teaching me all about this random French board game, playing XBOX, and laughed at our most stupidest stories ever. I said my goodbyes to the Styles family, and left, venturing home.
CHAPTER 5
LUNDI
I was waken up earlier than usual by a maid. She instructed me to wash up and get dressed for school. Aaron left me a note in the bathroom:
Good Morning, Cor! Mom+dad left for work. I'm back in Columbia with the college buds! WHOOT WHOOT. Get ready for school. Ask the maid for a ride from the chauffeur to Hugues casa. CAIO.
PS: etudier francais. ^^ (LEARN FRENCH!)
What a note.
"Youu, must get reedy for school. Et eat. I maaad-ke goode foode for you. Then chauffeur drive youuu to Hugues house." The maid said in her thick accent. I nodded in reply, and went to wash up in the bathroom. The bathroom was scented beautifully with a n apple scent that I just very much adored. I ran out the bathroom feeling clean and smelling fresh. I imagined the hallways to be smaller, but they were much bigger. My room was not arranged the way I would've liked, and it still had some missing furniture and I had some closed boxes here and there. I went off to eat breakfast in the kitchen. The maid told me it was 'La Populaire' Crepe. I thought she said crap, but I dug in anyway because it looked pretty darn delicious. La Populaire was just delicious, a blend of fresh fruits, a bit of chocolate, and sweet pleasure of brown sugar. If my breakfast was like this all the time, I thought that maybe I can live here. She instructed me to wait outside for the chauffeur to arrive. Aaron said it would be better instead of walking over to Hugues house. He wrote a bunch of reasons on the fridge:
DANGEROUS!
Can get lost, especially in this city
MIGHT ditch school.
Etc, etc.
I mean, really AARON? I wore my cute UGG boots and skipped lazily over to the driveway. The chauffeur honked his horn. BEEP BEEP. I quickly walked over to the car, introducing myself. The chauffeur didn't look so happy, maybe because it was a Monday. I tried my best to greet myself as politely as possible, but he didn't understand nor care. I just sat in the car silently passing by a row of houses and looking out the window's every wonder.
Finally, we came to a stop. Out the window, I saw Hugues. He looked kind of down and didn't even notice the car. I wondered if something bad happened yesterday. He was just sitting there, on his stairs and just staring right at his hands with no emotion, just depression. I came up with so many theories, like if he sprained his wrist, or even worse- get an infection from a really bloody cut. As I thought of the theories in my head, the chauffeur beeped the horn and rolled his window down, yelling: "CAPEESH, AMIGO! HUGUES, EH?"
The chauffeur was pretty infuriated and frustrated with him just sitting there, so he ordered me to get out and wait for Hugues to settle things through. Then, we'll walk to school. The chauffeur drives away, cursing about how teenagers these days do not pay any attention at all. I walked towards Hugues clumsily.
"Are you okay? Did you sprain your wrist? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I pleaded and begged him for an answer. "Is anyone home? Should I get your mom? Huh?"
"Look, Corinne. My mom's home, my dad's at work. My sister's at school. If my mom finds out I am still here, with..you, I'm dead. So, if you get any louder, I'm in trouble. So..SHH."
************END OF CHAPTERS 4+5**********************************************
Author's Note:
Hey! It's serrixoxo. I hope you guys enjoyed CHAPTERS 4+5^^
What do you think happens next?(: Is there something romantic, or something deadly and bad happening to Hugues?
French key:
|HUGUES IS A FRENCH NAME| (kind of pronounced as HUGO)
LA POPULAIRE CREPE- this is a type of breakfast dish in France and Canada. It is called a crepe. La Populaire is very popular amongst restaurants and at home.
CAIO- see ya!
Yes, I am using Harry Styles in this story^^ ahaha.