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Michel & Josette

Chapter 22: Photographs

Michel sat Bartholomew on to his kitchen table, pushing a can of tuna towards her. Bartholomew lazily began to eat, her belly getting fatter and fatter due to the amount of tuna she was consuming.

Michel didn't leave.

He stayed and watched his feline companion eat, resting his bare elbows on to the table and having his hands cupping his chin, his eyes half lidded and a weary expression dancing on his features.

Michel watched Bartholomew until she was finished before cleaning up her mess and letting her go nap like she always did. He silently cleaned the kitchen and then went to his room, plopping down in front of his desk. The dark haired man got a piece of paper and a pencil.

He started writing Josette's name down in cursive.

Michel really enjoyed writing Josette's name. He found it pleasant to speak her name as well. He liked the way her name curled and swirled in cursive as if in a still dance.

Suddenly, he got a glorious idea!

Michel dropped his pencil and pounded a fist into his open palm, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh! I know! I want a picture of Josette! I should get my camera, go out, look for her, and take some photos!"

And, with that, he got ready.

He got dressed, grabbed his digital camera, and fled his apartment, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

Michel giddily rushed off to find Josette.

He soon found her at a park!

Josette was sitting on a bench again, feeding the pigeons. All of the pigeons crowded around her, eagerly awaiting their food. However, Josette had more company. Raphael and Marie were with her. Raphael was off to the side, chatting it up with Marie while Fondue curled up next to Josette's feet.

"Oh, Josette!" Michel sang, skipping over to Josette and waving his digital camera in the air joyfully.

Josette looked up and sighed, rolling her eyes. "Monroe, what the heck are you doing here?" she demanded to know, but not looking surprised or happy to see him.

Michel almost fell when she called him 'Monroe', but he decided to let that one slide. He kept the jolly smile on his face and stood before her, waving his digital camera in her face cheerfully.

Josette placed her hand on Michel's face and pushed him away, causing him to stumble back some in shock. "What are you doing with that camera, huh?" she wanted to know.

Michel got his balance back and smiled brightly. "I'm going to be taking pictures of you and me today!"

Josette raised an eyebrow. "Whoever said I wanted my picture taken?" she asked.

"I did!" Michel chirped and raised his camera, immediately snapping a photo of her.

Josette raised her hands and growled, "Hey!"

Michel only chuckled and took more photos of her. "Stand still, my darling Josette! I want to capture all of your wonderful beauty on to these magnificent pictures!"

"Give me that!" Josette suddenly lashed out, snatching the camera out of Michel's hands.

Michel gasped and then frowned. "Give it back!" he wailed loudly, reaching for it.

Josette, however, stood up on the bench and held it above her head, out of his reach. She shook her head and smirked, putting one hand on her hip. "No way!" she exclaimed. "Now, how's about I take your picture, hm?"

Michel shrugged and acted nonchalant. "Sure, go ahead!"

Josette only smirked again and moved her eyes down towards the pigeons she had been feeding. Once she looked at them, they immediately flew up, darting towards poor Michel.

Michel let out a yell of surprise and despair as he saw the pigeons heading towards him. He turned and instantly began running for his life. "Help me!" he cried as the pigeons chased him.

Josette laughed and took lots of photos of him running for his life, capturing the look of despair on his face. "Yeah, express more of that fear, Manny!" she shouted happily, constantly snapping photos.

Michel turned his head as he ran, glaring at Josette in complete annoyance. "It's Michel!" he yelled.

"Okay, Mickey Mouse!" Josette snickered.

Michel looked highly offended. "I am NOT Mickey Mouse!" he hollered before getting pecked by a pigeon. "Ow!"

"Yes you are, Mojo!" Josette cackled and continuously took pictures of Michel's despair and anguish.

Michel wailed the entire time.

It took about five hours for the pigeons to stop their attack and for Josette to stop her laughter.

Oh, why did bad things only happen to him?!