"Now, here's the address of the apartment. Ana should be there, I don't
think she's going to go backpacking around France anytime soon." Miles
handed a slip of paper to Jesse, who nodded and kept it carefully in his
jacket pocket. "You can stay in my room while you're in France, but please
don't trash it."
Jesse laughed. "Come on, Miles, you know I don't trash rooms. I won't destroy your room, don't worry." Miles grinned and gave his brother a slap on the back. "OW, MILES! OW!"
Sandra laughed, watching the two brothers. There was some mystery revolving round the two, she knew, but it wasn't important what it was, and she didn't want to know about that mystery either. It was just enough to see the two of them together. For that moment, Sandra wished that she had a brother just like Miles to take care of her.
Jesse came towards her, and gave her a big hug. "Thanks again, Sandra. You didn't have to come and send me off, you know," he said.
"Someone's got to slap you silly in case you change your mind," she teased.
"You shouldn't have worried about that, I would have gladly done the slapping if he decided to just go home," Miles said, walking over and standing next to Sandra.
Jesse grinned at the two standing before him, his eyes glinting mischievously. He stepped back and looked at them as if he was an artist examining his masterpiece. "You know," he said. "You two make a good couple. I could so totally imagine the both of you married, and bullying me."
"JESSE!" Sandra exclaimed, scandalised by his remark. Miles stood slightly behind her dumbly, his face red as a tomato.
Jesse just gave them another huge grin, and walked off. When he looked back, the two were leaving the airport together.
***
"Do you think he's going to be all right in Paris?" Sandra asked Miles as she got into the Tuck family's car. Miles had offered to drive her home.
"Of course he'll be all right. He can speak French. At least, I hope he can still remember how to speak French. He won't get kidnapped or get in a fight or die or anything, so don't you worry."
"You know that's not what I mean." Sandra met Miles' gaze steadily when he turned slightly to look at her, keeping one eye on the road. She was really worried about Jesse. She could just see how important this was to him.
Miles smiled and turned back to fully concentrate on his driving. "You haven't seen Anaïs, that's why you are so worried. If you've seen her, you'd know that there's only one way things will turn out. Now don't you worry your pretty little head."
Sandra nodded and looked out the window, slightly confused. Pretty little head?
Jesse laughed. "Come on, Miles, you know I don't trash rooms. I won't destroy your room, don't worry." Miles grinned and gave his brother a slap on the back. "OW, MILES! OW!"
Sandra laughed, watching the two brothers. There was some mystery revolving round the two, she knew, but it wasn't important what it was, and she didn't want to know about that mystery either. It was just enough to see the two of them together. For that moment, Sandra wished that she had a brother just like Miles to take care of her.
Jesse came towards her, and gave her a big hug. "Thanks again, Sandra. You didn't have to come and send me off, you know," he said.
"Someone's got to slap you silly in case you change your mind," she teased.
"You shouldn't have worried about that, I would have gladly done the slapping if he decided to just go home," Miles said, walking over and standing next to Sandra.
Jesse grinned at the two standing before him, his eyes glinting mischievously. He stepped back and looked at them as if he was an artist examining his masterpiece. "You know," he said. "You two make a good couple. I could so totally imagine the both of you married, and bullying me."
"JESSE!" Sandra exclaimed, scandalised by his remark. Miles stood slightly behind her dumbly, his face red as a tomato.
Jesse just gave them another huge grin, and walked off. When he looked back, the two were leaving the airport together.
***
"Do you think he's going to be all right in Paris?" Sandra asked Miles as she got into the Tuck family's car. Miles had offered to drive her home.
"Of course he'll be all right. He can speak French. At least, I hope he can still remember how to speak French. He won't get kidnapped or get in a fight or die or anything, so don't you worry."
"You know that's not what I mean." Sandra met Miles' gaze steadily when he turned slightly to look at her, keeping one eye on the road. She was really worried about Jesse. She could just see how important this was to him.
Miles smiled and turned back to fully concentrate on his driving. "You haven't seen Anaïs, that's why you are so worried. If you've seen her, you'd know that there's only one way things will turn out. Now don't you worry your pretty little head."
Sandra nodded and looked out the window, slightly confused. Pretty little head?