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Michel & Josette

Chapter 21: Faux Phantom's Complications

Michel reached over, delicately taking the teacup into his hand and bringing it up to his lips, giving it a gentle sip. He savored the delicious taste of green tea. He let his eyes slide shut and he sighed in contentment, a smile spreading across his features.

Ah yes. It was one of those glorious, wonderful days that felt so serene and peaceful and brought happiness into the hearts of all. It was truly, magnificently beautiful!

However, unfortunately, things always didn't go good for Michel. Something always had to ruin it.

Suddenly, out of the complete blue, someone smacked Michel on the back of his head, causing him to choke on a piece of cheesecake that he had plopped into his mouth a few seconds ago.

Michel's eyes went wide and he immediately started coughing violently, trying to get the piece of cheesecake out of from his throat. He dropped his cup of tea, letting is spill across the once clean table.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he thought that he was going to die, but then the piece of cheesecake finally went down his throat and he was able to breathe again.

Michel leaned back in his chair and tilted his head back, finally seeing who had so foolishly smacked him in the head.

The Faux Phantom.

Faux smirked in amusement. "Hey, stupid."

Immediately, rage jumped on to Michel's features and he angrily shook a fist at Faux.

"What in the world is your problem?!" Michel wailed loudly, getting lots of people's attention. "I could've died!"

Faux rolled his eyes in an uncaring manner. Lazily, sitting down across from him and smirking. "Do I care? You should've seen the way you were flopping about as if you were having a heart attack!"

Michel gave him a death glare, growling.

"There you go sounding like a deranged lion that couldn't get the dung out of its rear when it decided to drop loads one day." Faux nonchalantly said, examining his nails.

Michel's face immediately flared up and he stopped his growling, remembering the last time he and Faux were together. It had been on his last espionage. They were spying on Josette at that fitness center, all because Michel had wanted to know how long Josette could run on the treadmill.

Unfortunately, things didn't turn out the way Michel had planned.

That huge ruffian had grabbed him and hurled him across the room, causing him to slam against a wall. After that, Josette had come up to him and whispered to him, telling him that she had known all along that they were watching her. Also, she called him a stalker.

Yes. The memory was not pleasant.

Michel scowled, recalling how Faux laughed at his pain. "What do you want anyway? Why are you even here?!" he exclaimed loudly, getting people's eyes to jump on to them.

Faux simply rolled his eyes again. "I'm having…some complications."

This time, it was Michel's turn to roll his eyes. "Am I supposed to care?" he retorted harshly. "I was just having an extraordinary, dandy day that was filled with sunshine and serenity! However, you ruined that for me! Why must all my days be ruined?!"

"I don't care," Faux scoffed uncaringly, waving his hand and reaching over with his free one, snatching the half eaten cheesecake of Michel's. He quickly bit into it before Michel could say anything and smirked at the angry expression that glued itself on to his face. "You owe me anyway."

"Owe you?!" Michel looked at him like he was crazy.

"For embarrassing me at the park and for making me dress up as a woman!" Faux answered quickly, sharply. "You still didn't repent for your sins!"

"My sins?!" Michel squeaked, angry. "What sins have I committed?! I had only been trying to give you some advice the first day we met! Plus, it was completely your idea that you dressed up as a woman!"

"Oh, be quiet!" Faux shouted in a whisper.

Michel calmed down and sighed, grabbing some napkins and wiping the spilt tea on the table, an irritable expression crawling around his features.

"So anyway," Faux began. "I'm having some…complications."

Michel began to look a little interested now. "What sort of complications?" he asked him.

"Girl complications," Faux responded quickly, like a robot. "I like this girl…her name is Lucie…"

Michel burst out laughing.

Faux narrowed his eyes at him. "What's so freaking funny, fool?"

Michel snickered and shook his head. "I'm sorry! That's a really good joke! You seriously got me to laugh!"

"I'm not joking!" Faux hissed crossly.

Michel finally saw how serious Faux looked and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you came to me for help?"

"Advice."

"Oh, so now you want some advice!" Michel retorted, scoffing.

"Shut it!" Faux yelled, slamming his hands on to the table. "Are you going to help me or not?!"

"I'm no expert on love…" Michel muttered, his mind going off into La La Land where Josette lurked. He saw her wonderful face, saw her smiling at him. It made him get all mushy and goo goo eyed.

"Snap out of it!" Faux snapped his fingers in Michel's face.

Michel shook his head and grinned sheepishly, showing his perfectly straight and white teeth. "Sorry!"

"So what should I do?" Faux demanded to know.

"Josette." Michel said out of the blue, looking elsewhere.

Faux got perplexed. "Huh? What?"

"Josette." Michel repeated.

"What about her?" Faux wanted to know, a little ticked off that Michel was changing the subject.

"Josette…there she is!" Michel cheerfully pointed his finger towards the window to the café.

Faux looked and saw a woman standing there, her back facing them. There was something very off about this woman, but Faux didn't bother saying anything to Michel. He only grinned widely in amusement.

Michel hopped off of his chair and bounced on over towards the woman like a jackrabbit. "Josette!" he sang. "How fortunate for us to meet in such a wonderful place such as this!"

However, all of Michel's giddiness withered away when the woman turned around to look at him.

It wasn't Josette at all.

It was just some stranger.

Michel took a step back, his expression going completely blank.

The woman snarled at him, "What the heck do you want, nitwit?"

Now Michel looked highly offended. "Nitwit?!"

"Yeah, or should I call you dimwit instead?" the woman snapped rudely. Then, she flipped her hair and strutted away, moving her hips like she was all that.

Michel just stood there, mouth open.

Unfortunately, the real Josette was standing outside on the other side of the window, shaking her head at Michel in disappointment.

Michel paled.

Josette shrugged at him and then strolled away, still shaking her head and snickering a bit.

"N-No…how could I mistake some other woman for my Josette?" Michel whispered in despair, falling to his knees and slamming his fists on to the ground, weeping. "Now she…she thinks I'm a stalker, an old lady lover, special, and an amnesiac!"

Faux openly laughed at Michel, pointing a finger at him while people crowded around him.

"Well," Faux said in between his wild laughter. "I didn't get advice, but I did get a laugh! Ha!"

Michel only wept more.