[Nota:
Bonjour - Hello (I thought you already knew that, damn it!)
Monsieur - Mister/Mr. (I thought you knew that too!)
Le - The (Last time, you should know this.)
Ordinaire - Usual (Put "Le" and "Ordinaire" together, and you get "The usual.")
Oui - Yes (OK, this is the last one you should know.)
Mon excuse - My apologies.
J'voyez parce que t'avons un convive - I see that you have a guest
Non - No (Kinda obvious, non?)
J'suis - I am/ I'm
Amie - Friend
Pour - For
Lui - Him
A latte is a coffee. Get over it.
You should be able to get the rest. Enjoy the chapter.
Chapitre Trois
Narrateur: Monsieur Shino
I locked the door to my apartment, turned on the lights, then slipped out of my shoes and strolled over to the fridge, grabbing myself a Perrier from inside. I slammed it shut and walked over to the couch before plopping down with a big sigh. It wasn't because I was tired or stressed, but more because of the boy I had just met. I was never really sure about my sexuality. I've had tons of girlfriends in my life, but Shikamaru was really making me question myself. After all, I've never noticed the particular charm in a fellow guy's face before he came along. I had been expecting him, and I wasn't impressed by what I was told. "Failing grades, lazy disposition, big attitude," I had a feeling I would actually come to hate the boy. But now that we'd met... I felt true attraction towards him. It was giving me a headache, a stomachache, or maybe just a heartache.
I heard a gentle buzzing outside my window. I walked over and looked out of the blinds spotting a mosquito flailing wildly. I looked closer at the ludicrous little bug. It took a moment for me to realize that the poor little thing was trapped, stuck in the screen designed to keep it out. I frowned before pushing its captive leg softly free. It flew away swiftly, and I watched it for a little while. After I lost interest in the insect, I made my way back over to the sofa and flipped on the television and searched the channels, settling on an anime network. I lie down across the cushions and tried to close my eyes. I often suffered from insomnia, which could be annoying. It seemed like one of those nights already...
So I waited, and waited, and tossed, and turned. I tried watching T.V, but as usual, nothing helped. I almost laughed at myself when I stood up to get a glass of warm milk, but my parents used to give it to me, and it always worked. So a drank a sip. It tasted good, and I ended up guzzling it down in mere seconds. I rested again, and I felt more sleepy, but not enough to actually drift off. I shut off the lights and clicked the power button on the remote. I don't know how long I was there in the dark, but I don't remember ever sleeping. Before I knew it, it was daylight. Monday morning. Five-thirty. I stood up, my joints feeling drained of all energy. I headed to the bathroom and got the hot water running, then stripped myself and got in for a minute. After toweling off and getting into suitable clothes, I grabbed my bag, cell phone, and wallet then walked out the front door, locking it behind me and dropping my key idly into my back pocket. I walked down the wide hall.
Sub-consciously, I stopped before the door which must have led to a sleeping Shikamaru. I contemplated several things in my mind, and what came out on top, somehow, was to get him up. I knew this wasn't the schedule he was accustomed to, and it actually might be fun to see him suffer a little. Possibly more fun to teach him what to do. We weren't actually going to be in any classes together due to the language and educational barriers, but we were in the same building with the same rules. I knocked on the door, quietly at first. Without any response, I knocked louder. The volume and speed at which the knocks came progressed, and before long, I heard rustling.
"I'm coming." a groggy voice mumbled out. I heard locks and things turning, and the door opened revealing a pissy Shikamaru. He was even more lethargic than me, it seemed. His eyes looked like they would barely open as he looked up at me. His skin was a little bit pale, and his hair was mussed. He was in brown cotton pants and a gray tee with a green stripe across. I couldn't help smirking.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"What the hell do you want?" He was just raspy and hoarse. He didn't want to be disturbed, but I had to.
"Get dressed. We're heading out."
He glared at me, then closed the door. I blinked and knocked on the door repeatedly.
He scratched his head. "What!? I'm trying to sleep." He was obviously too tired to understand everything that was going on.
"C'mon, now. We can do something fun for an hour or two. School's starting at eight."
"Listen, I wake up... maybe twelve at the earliest. You're saying that you want me now? No thanks." He tried to close the door again, but I held it open.
"Oh, you're coming all right." I looked him in the eye to let him know that I was dead-serious, even if it was comedic. He looked down. "I'll be waiting outside the door." I gave him a quick nod, and I leaned against the wall deftly. He closed the door. I heard a bit of noise inside, and that was reassuring. I know it was awkward adjusting to this lifestyle. So I waited. I glanced at the platinum watch on my left wrist several times. Overall, it took him an hour and twenty-five minutes before he walked out in sneakers, dark blue jeans (which seemed to hug his legs nicely), and a white short-sleeved top with a gray skull and crossbones on it. I stopped myself from smiling as he picked up his book-bag, mounting it on his shoulder. He stared at me.
"Weren't we going somewhere?" he asked sharply. I then allowed myself to smirk and began walking, listening to his footsteps in the shadow of mine. Anything that had to do with him sounded good to me at this point. We went down the steps through the front door and looked up at the clouds. He seemed very interested in them somehow. I walked him down the sidewalks of the beautiful city. I've lived here for as long as I can remember, and I've always loved it. I knew the place like the back of my hand, and so we went on to my favorite cafe. I stepped in, and the bell attached to the door rang cutely. One quick glance told me that the place was packed, as usual. I turned back to Shikamaru for a moment who seemed to be looking around himself, admiring what was going on. He'd already established to me that he was a dreamer. I walked up to the counter.
"Bonjour." I said with a polite smile.
"Bonjour Monsieur Aburame. Le ordinaire?" Aimee, the counter girl asked, dreamy-eyed. I don't like being vain, but I seem to attract amorous attention everywhere I go.
"Oui." With that, she looked past me to Shikamaru.
"Mon excuse. J'voyez parce que t'avons un convive!" she smiled. He blinked, obviously confused.
"Non, j'suis excuse. Mon amie Shikamaru Nara. Shikamaru, this is Aimee." She waved happily to him. He waved back, but he didn't seem to be paying a lot of attention to us.
"Latte pour lui."
"Oui, oui, Monsieur!" She went to the back.
We had been sitting at the table without much speech for a while. Had he no interest in me? That wasn't the case on my side, of course. He seemed to drink his coffee as though he were severely parched, although at one point he noted that he didn't like lattes. The irony really made me laugh a bit. I looked at my watch again.
I stated to him, "7:30 AM." He made a face at me. I gave him a stern look. He rested his elbow on the table with his chin in the palm of his hand as he looked out the window, again at the clouds. I stood up. He looked at me, then did the same. We both grabbed our things and left the cafe to start on our way to school. I could tell he was nervous, and the caffeine was certainly not helping in the least. It was actually pretty adorable, seeing him tremble like that in the springtime.