A Song
Jayson smilled at Richelle softly.
"I don't know much about the history of the trait, but it's good to know that there're not the only ones with…powers," Jason was hesitant.
When Richelle went to help him again, he flinched. He was bleeding, but he still was unsure about letting her near him. He didn't know what she would do.
She evaporated the blood that was visible, "Zey will be wondering where we are," she predicted.
Jayson got up as fast as he could, but failed miserably. Reynard and Richelle helped him up and go back to the group. They didn't seem to notice that Reynard was there and not Arceneaux, except Edward, Bella and the little girl.
"What's your power?" Jayson asked Reynard.
"Anyzing to do wiz ze weazer," He answered calmly.
"So that's why you're afraid of the A/C in Economy."
"I am not zat afraid of ze A/C, it iz juzt zat…I'm cauzious."
"yea…"
Richelle looked around at the other students there, Edward, Bella, and the girl were watching them with interest.
"It wazen't necezary for your help back zere, but zank you," Richelle told Jayson.
"You're welcome," Jayson answered. He couldn't seem to give her eye contact.
The group decided to do some karaoke before the night was out, and that was interesting. Though Richelle never thought that many of them could sing, in tune, others were horrible. Blade, for instance, seemed like he was messing up on purpose and singing out of tune intentionally, or that was the way he sang.
"do you want to sing?" Blade asked Richelle handing the mike to her, which was actually a random stick he picked up.
"I-I-I"
"come on," Blade insisted. He pushed the stick to her. Jayson took it away.
"I do not any songz zat are American…"
"Then sing something in French," he insisted.
"Blade, don't nag on h-"
"On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
(Refrain)
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...
(Refrain)
Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux,
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...
(Refrain)"*
Jayson looked at Richelle in the same awe as everyone else. Ash se kind of faded behind Jayson, Reynard looked down.
They all got ready to leave when Blade mumbled, "Hey Jayson, you don't look so good."
"I'll be fine," he responded like he was out of breath.
"Do you want me to drive?"
"Sure," Jayson got into the front passenger's seat when they approached the car.
Honré kept yapping about nonsense and what he and Blade did. Jayson only looked like he wanted to choke Honré for talking so much. He seemed a bit pale to Richelle. She felt sorry for him.
Blade dropped Honré off at his house first and then Richelle and Reynard.
"Hey didn't Arceneaux come with us-" he asked as Richelle slammed the door.
Their father was the one that greeted them.
"Where's Arceneaux?" they both asked.
"He's watching Lyle."
"What happened back there?" Richelle wanted to know the truth.
Lyle had snapped and it was going to be a while until he was better. Until then Richelle was going to need a place to stay.
"I don't know where-"
"I called your friend Jayson, and his mother gave me some of the numbers of his friends that would let you stay with them. You will be with Wen Mae."
Richelle looked at Reynard and he shrugged. She was going to stay with Wen until the end of the week.
"You will be going to her house tomorrow evening. She's a third year French student. She'll help you with your English if you help her with her French.
"Ok..."
"You better go and get some sleep. It'll be fine. Arceneaux knows how the mind works. He'll have Lyle back with us in no time.
A/N: OK, so I'm so sorry for taking so long to update. There were so many things that popped up (Like work and home work...) if you haven't read my updates of the different chapters; this now takes place in Chicago so the story would work out later. She goes to a different school (whose name escapes me right now I didn't write it in my notebook). They go to South Bend, Indiana not La Push, and Jayson's cousins are visiting...If i missed anything PLEASE DON'T hesitate to tell me...And i'm also looking for a certain number (5) reviews before I post the next chapter. PLEASE?
*This is actually one of my favs. It's called Quelqu'un M'a Dit (Which means Somebody told me). It's by Carla Bruni. She's really good, and I love listening to her music(she's french if you haven't noticed). This song is probably going to be one of the very few songs that I'm going to put in this story (if I do put any more in it.)