Back to Catrine POV and on our way to continue the plot!
Chapter 17: Night Time at the Garden
We only wanted the main course; we weren't hungry enough to eat anything more. She had roasted lemon rosemary chicken with petits pâtés a la sage while I had smoke salmon and dill crepes from the room service. She drank some rouge wine with her meal (she refused to tell me her real age, but I think in reality she's ancienne) while I just drank water. By the end of the meal the bottle she had was about half empty, but she kept also drinking from the water pitcher as well. I honestly think the need for so many drinks was from how much we chatted.
"So did ever tell you about how ridiculous Monster High can be?" she chuckled following her taking a sip from her wine glass.
"Non, but something tells me a humoristique story will be coming out of this," I replied to her as I forked some of my crepe and listened in eagerly to her story.
"Well not long before I came here we were given this assignment from the strictest teacher in the school. He tells us to do a project about our favorite season in groups of three. So I get paired with Frankenstein's daughter, Frankie, and a yeti named Abbey. We meet up together at Abbey's house which is literally made of ice and she both got into a fight over spring and winter until Frankie decide it was a great idea for her to just preach to our class about season equality while Abbey and I just stood there and we somehow still got a good grade. Then don't even get me start on the time that same teacher held a bunch of students in detention just because he swore they stole his glasses," she kept on crackling the whole way through.
"The academy is must more… restreignant on its students. We actually have uniforms which are something I personally find somewhat bête for an art school, but I digress. Our teachers are also harsher on us. For example, if I painting to be handed in dry they will smear their fingers all over them to make sure they are, thus ruining the art even if they were not dry as asked," I responded followed by me taking a sip of my water.
"Oh my," she exclaimed after swallowing some chicken.
"It's the truth, good thing I've never done it myself," I sighed.
. . .
I snuck into my house, it was just past ten at night and my family with the exception of Catolgero should have been asleep by then. Chariclo was guarding my scooter about half a block away from my home as I crept into it. I sidled into my room with catlike stealth. I grabbed a bag, the one I'd often use to pack my clothing and art whenever visiting my grandfather, Papurrlion. I quickly placed three day outfits in it, two of my uniforms for school, a pair of pyjamas, some make up, my hair brush, and some of my art supplies as quickly zipped the bag closed. Once I had my bag I was free to go. The next stop on my trip with Chariclo was to Jardin des Booleries.
. . .
"It's so bootiful," Chariclo murmured as she looked up towards the sky. We were sitting on the ground, hand in hand, behind some of the bushes found in the park "But that's not the only bootiful things here," she flirted.
"Is it the étincelant sky?" I joked then gave her a kiss on the cheek "You are too et je t'aime," Ileaned in this time to give her a soft kiss on her moist lips.
"Je t'aime trop," she whispered before kissing me back. Her lips tasted a bit like grapes, probably from the wine she had been drinking earlier. When pressed against my own her lips felt like velvet, soft and merveilleux. "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while, but I just can't truly explain everything on my mind. I know we've only been here shortly, but I want to go back to my suit. I want to talk to you have all of this, but I don't want anyone to listen in. Is that okay?" she asked me with her quick talking radio voice, soft and caring but straight to the point. I just wanted for us to love one another in the garden but…
"Oui, we'll go in moment. I just want to smell this frais night breeze with the flowers. It's rather exquis in my opinion," I sighed as I took in a breath with her hand in mine as we gazed at the moon. Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction.
Notice Catrine says half empty, I see her as pessimist so I specifically said empty rather than writing full as I normally do. Also the paint smear thing is based off a practice done at my brother's art college so I'm not just making that up, some places do that.
ancienne = ancient
humoristique = humorous
restreignant = restricting
bête = foolish
étincelant = sparkling
et je t'aime = and I love you
Je t'aime trop = I love you too
frais = crisp
exquis = exquisite
Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction = Love doesn't mean gazing at each other, but looking, together, in the same direction