Here's chapter ten for those of you waiting patiently. This chapter will be in Mike's point of view. Enjoy. Just as a reminder, any mistakes are my own and I apologize for them.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned, besides my OC, belong to their rightful owners.
Recap: Mike and Giselle are eating breakfast and their conversation is threatening to become an argument, which is something that Mike won't allow to happen.
French Distraction
We finished our breakfast in silence and then we sat around, staring at each other. "So, Giselle, what do you want to do now?"
"What is there to do?"
"I'm sure there is plenty to do, Giselle." She stood up and got right in my face, backing me up against the wall.
"No one can know that I exist, Michael. So going out on the town is strictly out of the question, as is lounging around the hotel. If anyone finds out I exist, it would be a PR nightmare."
"What about last night? Everyone was there to see you."
"No they weren't. All they saw was a blonde singer," She backed up and plastered a fake smile on her face. "An American blonde singer." My eyes widened at the impressive way that Giselle hid her very French accent. She walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, obviously upset about the fact that she can't go anywhere. I followed her to the couch and sat down, wrapping my arms around her.
"If you can hide your accent that well, there is no way anyone could tell it was you if we went out." Giselle sat there, as if she realized that I had a point.
"I guess you're right, Mike. Where would you like to go?" I thought for a minute and stood up.
"How about the mall?" Giselle nodded and took off towards the bedroom, to get ready was my guess. She came back out in fifteen minutes and my jaw dropped. How could anyone look that good in a tank top and shorts? I swallowed hard and recovered, hoping that Giselle didn't notice me staring in awe of her. "Ready?" She nodded, grabbed her purse and followed me out to my car. I drove out to the mall and we headed inside after I parked the car. Usually, the malls in the cities we frequent are kind of low-end and really nothing to look at but this one had brand name boutiques in them, along with fancy looking restaurants both inside and outside the mall. "Wow. This place is nice."
"What do you mean?"
"The malls we usually go to are pretty low-rent and dirty. This one-"
"Isn't."
"Yeah. So, what are we hitting first?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Do you have stuff like this in your wardrobe?"
"Mostly, yeah. I just know good design when I see it. I did design every outfit you saw me wearing last night."
"Wow. That's amazing."
"You sound surprised that I can do that."
"It's not that. It's just that your sister doesn't really put much effort towards anything. I know you're nothing like her but-" Giselle kissed me cheek, ending my sentence quickly.
"It's okay, Michael. I understand where you're coming from." I smiled, breathing a sigh of relief, and we headed towards a store that had some hipster looking clothes in the window. We walked in and the music in this store was just horrid. I looked at Giselle and made a face, making her laugh and show her amazing smile. The two of us walked through the store and I noticed a few things that would look absolutely wonderful on Giselle but I had to make sure that she didn't catch me staring. We left the smelly store, I think it was called Hollister, and continued down through the mall. We almost passed a Gucci store but Giselle gasped at something in the window and dragged me into the store. She rushed over to the purse section and I glanced around at the wall of sunglasses, seeing a couple that looked good.
"Why hello there." I turned around and saw a redhead attempting to give me a sexy look.
"Hi."
"What can I help you with, handsome?" I shook my head and smiled; this girl was definitely trying too hard.
"I was just looking but uh, could you help me find a gift for someone?"
"Special someone?" I could hear the envy in her voice and I was about to exploit the hell out of that.
"A very special someone." The redhead pursed her lips but smiled anyway.
"Does she like purses?" I nodded. "Then I have just the thing."
"Could you wrap it up? I'd like for it to be a surprise."
"Sure thing. You sure a sweetheart."
"Why thank you."
"I'll get that wrapped up for you and ring it up while I'm at it."
"Thank you. I appreciate this, a lot." The redhead nodded and took off towards the back of the store. I turned my attention back to Giselle who was truly enamored with one bag in particular. I looked back at the saleswoman and nodded towards the bag in Giselle's hand, signaling for her to maybe consider that one instead of her choice. She nodded at me and started to walk towards me, obviously to get the bag. I tapped on Giselle's shoulder, getting her to turn around and put the bag down. "Find anything you like?"
"A few things actually. Did you?"
"I most certainly did. Just waiting for the woman to ring me up."
"Alright. I'll be outside." I smiled and watched Giselle walk out of the store to sit down on the bench in front of the store. I walked back to the register just in time for the saleswoman to hand me a wrapped bag.
"Thank you." I handed her my card without even hearing her tell me the price.
"Anytime. You have a great day."
"Thank you. You too." I walked out of the store with the bag in my hand and a smile on my face. Today was far better than great.
-FIN-
That's it for this chapter. I apologize for the wait...again. Hope you all enjoyed it. Reviews are appreciated.
