I knelt over the railing on the ferry and threw up.
"Ugh I can't take this anymore!" I told Nick.
"We've been on the ferry for 10 minutes."
"Did I ever tell you how seasick I get?"
"If you get so sick, how'd you get from virgina to London?" Nick asked.
"It's not 1912. I didn't get third class titanic tickets to meet Rose and Jack Dawson, smart one. I took an overnight flight."
"Who lit your tampon?"
"Your mom!" I laughed and threw up again.
After a puked all over the ocean, I had another vision.
It's a long white hallway. Nick is beside me, and we sit down in a chair. Tears were running down my eyes. And Nick was hugging me, and I start to just break down. "It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." He whispered in my ear.
My vision ended. I took a gasp for air and picked my self up. I was leaning against the railing and Nick was just staring.
"What did you see?"
"We were in a hallway and I was crying. And you whispered in my ear it's okay. It's all gonna be okay."
"Nick was stared. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I have no idea."
The ferry finally got to port in France. "Where the hell are we?"
"France."
"That's not what I mean."
"Whatever. We have to move."
We walked to the nearest street corner and waited for a cab to drive by. Waiting about 15 minutes for one, finally a white Mercedes pulled up.
"We need to get to the nearest car rental place."
"Excusez-moi?" the driver replied.
"Do you know English?"
"Je ne vous comprends pas!"
"FUCK." I said to Nick. "He can't speak English.
We went through the pockets in the back of the car and found gum wrappers, a two cent penny from Europe, and, just what we needed, an English to French translation book. Nick ripped through it, trying to find words that could make up the simplest words and copied it on his arm with a pen that was on the cab floor.
His arm read, "magasin le plus proche de location de voiture" which, in English meant "Nearest car rental shop".
The cab driver smiled and drove down the road.
Nick smiled at me. "It worked!"
I smiled at him and looked out the cab window, watching people at the naked beach.
"Why do they do that? It's disgusting!" Nick told me.
"Not in Europe… you get used to it after living here for three years."
"Yeah, I guess you could. Did you ever go to a naked beach?"
"Once… and I was fully clothed. Everyone was staring at me like I was a dog walking on its hind legs. It was disturbing."
"I'm never going to any of those."
I laughed, and the cab pulled over. "nous sommes ici." He said. We ignored him and got out of the car and he drove away, waiting for the next customer. We stood in front of a car rental shop that was all in French. We stepped inside and those stupid son of a bitch door ringers went off.
"Bonjour, bienvenue à la boutique de location pabo!" he told us. All we said was,
we need a car. Now." He looked at us for a few minutes and finally said something back. "Okay, I will get tha papas" I think he meant, "I will get the papers."
We signed all the papers. We couldn't even read them, so Nick signed wherever there was a blank line that wasn't signed by the owner himself.
He walked us out to our car, handed us the keys, and walked back in.
"Wow. This is amazing."
"Oh my fucking god! It's a Mercedes!"
"seriously? We could sell this son of a bitch for some real cash!"
"No, Nick. You should know better! I'm going to have to start training you like a puppy!"
He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head at the last second. "I told you that was our last kiss. We aren't meant for each other. Get over it." He walked away with a smile and he started laughing when I got in the car.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Hell knows." And we sped out of the parking lot.
One week later
Life was good in France. We went to Paris and stayed there for about a week. And I loved it more then anything. Until my cell phone that has been shut off for over three months, rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is the division. And-
I stopped listening to her speak to me until she said, "Your mother is dead."
I instantly burst into tears. "What? Why?"
"It's a secret, sweetheart." I'm sorry.
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!" I said on the phone and hung up.
"What was that about?" Nick asked shockingly.
"She's been dead all along." I said with tears streaming down my face and neck.
"I'm sorry, Melanie. I really am."
"It's just that, they gave her the drug! And I knew it all along!"
"She could have survived it."
"It's not possible, Nick! It's the drug! It kills you almost instantly!" I said, getting a little pissed.
"It's a big world out there, Melanie. You never know."
"Oh it is a big world, Nick! You and I would both know!"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I fucking know?" I met you in an alleyway behind a bar in London, we had sex in the back of a rental piece of shit, and there's a bullet hole in your arm right now that's probably filled with puss!"
"It wasn't my fault I was shot! Nicole was the one that tried to have sex with me and then she shot me! Then you shot her! You're seventeen, Melanie. You can't change the world."
I slapped him across the face and everything went silent and he continued to drive down the road.
Almost twenty minutes passed of awkward silence, and Nick pulled over and he pushed back against the seat.
"You can kiss me now." I said without even looking at him.
A/N-the drama and complicated romance continues! Sorry this chapter didn't move the plot any farther. (other then Melanie finding out her mother is dead) The next chapter will be AMAZING! I promise! R&R?