IV; La Vie en Rose and a little bit of Little Things
It wasn't a good morning for Annabeth. Sure, the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, but she feels kinda cranky and her muscles ache. Last night, her neighbor Rachel is moving out and she needs her – and Piper's – help to move her furniture to the moving truck. She's pretty fit, thanks to her routine morning jog and workout, but Rachel decided to go late at night, which disturbs her sleep.
It was 08:13, and usually, she's already out of bed probably making breakfast or coffee, but now she feels like she want to stay in bed forever. Or at least until her body ache for being in bed for too long.
She was about to close her eyes when she heard guitar strums. Lovely guitar strums, but she's not in the lovely mood, so it kinda annoyed her. She decided to ignore it, thinking maybe Piper bought a new guitar and decided to try it out.
But then the guitar strums continued, and to think about, its not from the outside of her bedroom, its from the outside of her window.
Who the hell decided it was a good idea to play guitar at 08:15 in the morning? If it was a street performer, she swore to go fetch Piper to tell them shut the hell up and let her somehow enjoy her cranky morning.
The guitar strums continued, followed by a guy's voice singing in French. She remember the song. It was La Vie en Rose, and she loved it, but unfortunately, she doesn't appreciate some guy with a guitar singing while she's trying to sleep.
"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, ilme parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose," he sings. "Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, t ça me fait quelque chose." He continues.
Annabeth can't help but think, this guy can sing! even though she's still cranky and pissed.
"Il est entré dans mon cœur, une part de Bonheur, dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie." He continues singing, and Annabeth knew that he's not a French dude, but damn his French accent is good. She ran to the window, and see a black haired guy with a guitar below.
"Et dès que je l'aperçois, alors je sens en moi, mon cœur qui bat." He strums his guitar again as Annabeth leans on her window frame.
"Hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast, this is La Vie en Rose. When you kiss me heaven sighs, although I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose. When you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. And when you speak angel sings from above, everyday words seems to turn into love song. Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose." He finishes with a strum.
The guy paused before he strums another set of note. Annabeth recognize this to be One Direction's Little Things, and even though she's tempted to let him sing again, this guy has to stop.
"Yo!" She yells. The black haired guy looks for the source of the voice, and his eyes meets Annabeth's. It's the Frisbee pizza interrupting-wedding guy. Why is she not surprised that he's here?
"Hello!" He greeted. "What are you doing?" Annabeth asked.
"Serenading my girlfriend, what else?" He said, as if it was obvious. "Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Annabeth asked again, and even though she knows its none of her business, she kinda wants to know.
"Rachel Elizabeth? The pretty red haired girl? She's leaving today so I want her to remember me." He answers. Annabeth sighs.
"First off, its Rachel Dare. I thought you as her boyfriend would know. Second, she's off yesterday, and now she's not here anymore. And even if she's still here, you're standing in front of the wrong window!" She said.
For the first time since she met him, he looked annoyed. "I know its Rachel Dare. I call her Rachel Elizabeth because it sounds cute. You know, like how Augustus calls Hazel Grace instead of Hazel or Hazel Lancaster?" He said.
Annabeth frowns. She doesn't want to argue with anyone, even though she's in the mood to rant now. She just wants to go to sleep, goddamnit.
"Do you know when she'll be back? Did she leave any note for me?" He asks. "No, and no. Why don't you call her and ask her yourself?" Annabeth ask, praying for this pointless conversation to end.
"Right. Okay, sorry for serenading you, I guess. I hope to see you again!" He shouts, get in his black car and drive off. For some reason, Annabeth chuckles.
"Yeah, I hope to not see you again."