The next morning, Bluey was up early as she'd hope to. She was looking forward to the day with Jean-Luc, but she also wondered if he viewed today as a date too.

Meanwhile, Jean-Luc was getting ready for the day, combing his hair and checking if he was looking good enough.

"Jean-Luc!" Marcel called out, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Uncle Marcel!" Jean-Luc responded, giving himself one last look over before heading out.

"Here you go," Marcel said, offering him a small thermos of coffee, "Just in case you need it."

"Thanks, Uncle Marcel," Jean-Luc thanked opening it and taking a sip as they walked out to Marcel's car.

Marcel had varying jobs throughout Queensland. He would travel to different parks and forests as somewhat of an additional ranger for when more help was needed. It wasn't much, but he still enjoyed it. And today, a holiday event was being held over at Mount Cotton, and he was called in for extra monitoring.

In the car, Jean-Luc took out his phone and called Bluey. Back in Brisbane, Bluey's phone then started to ring.

"Hello~" Bluey answered in a sweet tone.

"Hi, Bluey," Jean-Luc greeted on the other line, "We're on the way right now, so I'll be there in a little over an hour."

"Okay, Jean-Luc," Bluey said, "I'm still getting ready, so I'll see you then, alright?"

"Alright, Bluey," Jean-Luc said, "Call me if you want to after."

"I will," Bluey giggled, "See you in a bit, Jean-Luc."

"See you," Jean-Luc said happily.

The two of them then hung up. It felt like a quicker trip to go to Bluey's house than it was.

Bluey sat on the front steps as she waited for Jean-Luc to arrive. Fortunately, she didn't wait long; just enough time to let her finish her coffee.

Marcel's car pulled up and Jean-Luc stepped out of it, thanking his uncle for the ride.

"Jean-Luc!" Bluey exclaimed, running towards him.

Jean-Luc turned towards her as she leaped in his arms. "Hello, Bluey!" he greeted, clinging to her.

The two of them gave each other a tight hug. Even though it was merely a couple days since they held each other, it still felt like forever had gone by since.

"Are you ready for today?" Jean-Luc asked, looking into Bluey's eyes.

Bluey blushed as she gazed back. "Yeah," she replied, "I have lots to show you around!"

Jean-Luc smiled. "Shall we go then?" he asked.

"Yeah," Bluey said, "Just let me tell everyone first." She quickly ran back to the house and opened the door. "Jean-Luc's here," she informed, "So we're heading out now." After they acknowledged her leaving, she closed the door and ran back towards Jean-Luc. "What do we do first?" she asked him.

"Maybe the park," Jean-Luc suggested.

"Yeah, alright!" Bluey agreed excitedly, "Come on! I know a very nice one with lots of pretty flowers."

Jean-Luc was excited for it. It seemed like a perfect spot to be with Bluey.

"We'll need to take the 61 to get there," Bluey informed as she lead the way, "The bus stop is just a couple blocks down."

"Okay," Jean-Luc said, following her.

Getting to the bus stop only took a few minutes, but they had arrived a little early for the bus.

Bluey studied the time table. "At least we won't have to wait very long," she mentioned, opening a transport app on her phone. The app showed a live GPS location of the next bus, giving a more precise estimated time until it reached the bus stop. "See?" she said, showing Jean-Luc her phone, "It'll be here in about five minutes, so we made it here just in time."

Jean-Luc smiled. He was glad that there wasn't that much of a wait.

"You'll really like this park, Jean-Luc," Bluey told him, "It's even got fountains that shoot up in the air and along walls and steps! There are also flower gardens that we can walk through." She continued to delight in all the park's wonders.

"Wow!" Jean-Luc exclaimed, impressed with how beautiful a park could be, "What else can you do there?"

"Well," Bluey said, a little disappointed in her tone, "They sometimes play movies out in the open, but it's only at night. So we can't see one now."

"Oh," Jean-Luc said, also a little discouraged. He glanced back at her. "Maybe we can see one in the future?" he suggested, trying to be optimistic, "Not this visit, but maybe next time I come to Australia."

It would be a long wait. However, it still brought a small smile on Bluey's face. "I'd like that," she stated.

Jean-Luc smiled back. He really like it when Bluey was happy, and he was determined to keep her as joyful as possible.

The bus then pulled up by their stop. Bluey and Jean-Luc boarded it and they were on their way to the park. In half an hour, they had reached it.

"Wow!" Jean-Luc exclaimed, looking at it outside the bus' window, "Is that it?"

"Yeah!" Bluey said, signaling the bus to stop. She lead the way out of the bus, hand-in-hand with Jean-Luc. "Let's go," she said.

They walked through the entrance, still holding each other's hands. There was such a vivid greenery everywhere around them. Flowers were in full bloom. A gentle breeze ruffled through the trees and fountains. It was beautiful.

Jean-Luc was highly impressed at the sights. He glanced at Bluey, who was just as beautiful to him. So much did he want to express his feelings, but he was just too shy at that moment, scared that she'd turn away from him.

"What do you think of Roma Street?" Bluey asked after a few minutes of them being in the park.

"I think it's great!" Jean-Luc replied, "There's so much life and beauty." Just like her.

Bluey smiled at his response. Jean-Luc smiled back.

They soon walked under some flowering trees over a bridge. A couple kookaburras flew off from a branch, grazing by some of the branches. Bluey and Jean-Luc giggled as some of the flowers drifted down over them. One landed on Jean-Luc's nose.

Bluey looked at him. "You look silly," she giggled as he shook his head to get the flower off. A flower then landed on one of Bluey's ears with her not realizing it.

Jean-Luc gave a slight chuckle and looked deeply in Bluey's eyes. She looked so cute with the flower. "Bluey, do you want to take a picture?" he asked. He wanted to treasure this moment.

"Yeah!" Bluey agreed.

Jean-Luc took out his phone and the two of them posed, holding each other close, side-by-side. Bluey giggled as the photo was taken. The picture was exactly how Jean-Luc wanted.

"I'll send it to you too," he said, sharing the image to Bluey's phone, "That way we'll always be together."

Bluey looked at the picture and laughed at how silly she looked with the flower on her ear. She noticed the time at the phone's corner. "Hey Jean-Luc," she said, "Would you like some brunch?"

Jean-Luc wagged his tail and nodded. "That sounds like a great idea!" he exclaimed. Brunch sounded good, especially since all he had that morning was the coffee in the thermos.

"Great!" Bluey said, "I know this café across the river. They have great toasties!"

"Okay," Jean-Luc nodded.

"Come on then," Bluey told him as she lead the way, "We'll have to ride the ferry."

Jean-Luc followed her and they both left the park. They walked over to the river dock, where the ferry was boarding.

"Come on," Bluey hurried with Jean-Luc close behind her, "If we hurry, we can still make it!"

The two of them ran towards the ferry and got up on the ramp. They were part of the last few to board the ferry.

"We made it!" Bluey laughed.

Jean-Luc nodded. "We did!" he agreed.

They walked over to the front railing as the ferry began to leave the dock. They admired the breeze from moving brushed against their fur.

Jean-Luc glanced over at Bluey, who was soaking up the sun. "I'm really enjoying my time with you, Bluey," he smiled.

"I am too, Jean-Luc," Bluey smiled back, looking back at him, "I really wish today would never end."

"Me too," Jean-Luc agreed, "And I wish we could stay longer here." His joyful face lessened. "But I do have to go back," he added sadly.

Bluey had a sympathetic expression as she placed her hand over Jean-Luc's. "I know," she said, "It's because you have to finish school, isn't it?"

Jean-Luc gave a disappointed nod.

Bluey stepped closer to him, giving him a hug. Jean-Luc placed his head over Bluey's, returning the hug back. Both of them still had to finish their schooling; Jean-Luc had to finish the rest of his semester and Bluey still had another year to go, starting in February.

"But..." Jean-Luc started to say with a slight optimistic outlook, "When I finish, I can stay much longer!"

Bluey smiled a bit from his words. "Like during spring break!" she said, wagging her tail.

"Of course!" Jean-Luc promised, wagging his tail as well.

The ferry then blew its horn to signal it was landing on the other dock. Nearly everyone left the ferry, including Jean-Luc and Bluey.

"I think you'll really like this café, Jean-Luc," Bluey stated, "It's one of my favorite places to go."

"Okay!" Jean-Luc exclaimed, excited to try out the café recommendation.

The two of them walked for a couple blocks before reaching the café.

"Here it is," Bluey pointed, "The Lucky Dog Café."

The place appeared nothing too special, but it did have an artsy rustic-like charm to it, which Bluey admired. Outside, there was seating available under a sign with a double-headed dog on it. It was still too early for the lunch rush but too late for breakfast. Regardless, the staff was still more than willing to serve anything. The place had a welcoming sense about it.

"G'day! Welcome to The Lucky Dog!" a server greeted with a heavy accent, "How can I help ya?"

"Can we have a table outside?" Bluey requested.

"Sounds lovely!" the server said as he led the two to a free table, "Here ya go."

"Thank you," Bluey and Jean-Luc said as they sat down and opened their menus.

"Not a problem!" the server said happily as he pulled out his notepad, "Now, anything I can get for you cute couple?"

Bluey giggled. "Sure," she said, "I think I'll have a chai latte; the sweet one, please." She was feeling a little more adventurous than having just the regular coffee.

"Of course, young sheila!" the server said, writing down the order. He then turned to Jean-Luc. "And what about you, mate?" he asked.

"Um," Jean-Luc stammered, skimming through the menu, "I'll have the... Iced latte, please."

"Bonza choice!" the server said as he wrote the order down, "And anything else? A toastie maybe?"

"Ooo!" Bluey exclaimed, "That sounds yummy!"

Jean-Luc nodded in agreement.

"Great!" the server exclaimed, "Which would you like?"

"Hmm..." Bluey thought, skimming through the choices. She looked over at Jean-Luc. "What do you think of vegemite?" she asked.

Jean-Luc has seen vegemite back home in Montréal. But just like Bluey with maple syrup, he's never had it because, up in Canada, vegemite was expensive! His family never bought it before. But if he happened to like fairy bread, and Bluey ended up loving maple syrup, maybe he might enjoy vegemite too. "Um, okay," he said.

"Prime choice," the server said, writing it down, "A very popular brunch item!" He then put his notepad away. "I'll be back with your orders," he concluded, walking off inside to the kitchen.

"Bluey," Jean-Luc started to say, "I need to be honest with you."

"What is it, Jean-Luc?" Bluey asked.

Jean-Luc paused for a brief moment to get her his words. "I've never had vegemite before," he confessed, "We do have it in Canada, but like you are with maple syrup, it's just very expensive back home."

"Oh," Bluey said, "Well... I think you might like it. I do, like, a lot! And they sell the best here."

Jean-Luc started to feel more confident. "Okay, Bluey," he smiled, trusting her opinion, "If you like it, then I'll like it too."

Bluey giggled, glad to have the shared interest with Jean-Luc.

The server soon returned with their order. "Here ya are, mates," he said, placing down each of the items, "Sweet chai latte... Iced latte... And a hearty helping of the vegemite cheese toastie... Enjoy!" With that, he left the two of them alone at their meal.

Bluey sipped her chai latte and bit into one of the vegemite toasties. "Mmm!" she savored.

Jean-Luc inspected the toastie. It looked like a chocolate spread. With cheese? It didn't smell like chocolate.

Bluey swallowed her bite. "Go ahead, Jean-Luc," she persuaded, "Try it. It's really good!" With that, she took another bite.

"Alright, Bluey," Jean-Luc said and grabbed the other toastie. He bit into it and it surprised him. Unfortunately, not in a good way.

Bluey noticed his reaction. "You okay, Jean-Luc?" she asked, wondering what was wrong.

Jean-Luc simply couldn't find it in himself to even swallow it. He searched for a napkin and spat out the chewed-up piece.

The whole sight was weird to Bluey. Did Jean-Luc just spit out one of her favorite foods?

"Sorry, Bluey," Jean-Luc apologized, trying to cleanse his palette by gulping down his iced latte, "But that wasn't what I was expecting to taste!"

"Well, what were you expecting?" Bluey asked, slightly annoyed.

"I don't know," Jean-Luc complained, glaring at the toastie, "Something not so salty and bitter at least!"

"'Salty and bitter'?" Bluey irritatedly questioned. To her, vegemite tasted just fine. It was unimaginable to know someone, especially someone she cared about, wouldn't like vegemite. "There's nothing wrong with vegemite!" she defended.

Jean-Luc grew just as irritated. How can Bluey act so petty over something like this? She's overreacting! "Well, I don't like it!" Jean-Luc started, crossing his arms, "It's just something you'll have to accept!"

Bluey glared at him. "You even said that you'd like it!" she claimed.

"That was before I knew it tasted like crap!" Jean-Luc declared. The taste still lingered in his mouth, and he wished for anything to get rid of it. "Bleh!" he tried to spit the taste out, "I never want to ever put that in my mouth again!"

"How very dare you!" Bluey shouted, growling.

The server, who had been overhearing the argument, returned to them with concern. "Is everything alright, mates?" he asked.

Before Jean-Luc could say anything, Bluey spoke out first before him. "No, everything's not alright!" she said, still glaring at Jean-Luc, "This... Whacka doesn't appreciate a good toastie when given in front of him!"

Jean-Luc started to really get pissed-off, now beginning to take it personally.

The server suggested, "Maybe it's just a mistake—"

"The only mistake here was today!" Bluey interrupted.

Jean-Luc couldn't believe what he just heard. "Well, I think me coming here to Australia to find you again was a mistake!" he snapped.

Bluey gasped. That was the final straw. She was speechless. She merely stood up with a "Hmph!" and began stomping her way back to the ferry by herself, leaving Jean-Luc at the café.

The server watched before he turned his attention to Jean-Luc, who had a scowl as well as tears on his face. "Aw, she'll be right, mate," he said.

Jean-Luc just sighed disparagingly. "I don't think so," he uttered, "Everything is ruined between us now." He pulled out his wallet and paid for the meal. "Thanks anyway," he added.

"No worries, mate," the server said, accepting the payment as he watched Jean-Luc leave in the opposite direction, "I hope ya work things out with your girl."

As Bluey headed her way back home, Jean-Luc returned to the park from earlier to wander a bit. He needed to kill some time before he could ask his uncle to pick him up. So he strolled along the pathways, noticing other couples being cute. It merely broke his heart the more he saw. He ended up sitting on a bench, bored. He looked at his phone for a moment. However, he didn't want to call or text Bluey. Not now. And maybe... Not ever?

Bluey got off the bus near her house and walked back, more upset than angry now. She could feel her eyes glass up with tears and she wanted to cry. She didn't know what to do, but at the same time, she just didn't care anymore. At home, she noticed that Stripe and Trixie's car wasn't there. She opened the door and walked inside.

Chilli noticed her. "Back so soon, sweetie?" she asked curiously, "I thought you'd be out nearly most of the day. By the way, everyone else went out to get more stuff for Chrissy. Apparently, your father forgot the roast."

Bluey didn't say anything. She didn't even acknowledge what was just said to her. She was just too upset over what happened between her and Jean-Luc.

Chilli then realized what happened. "Oh... That bad, huh?" she said, walking up to Bluey, "Want to tell me what happened?" She placed her hand on Bluey's shoulder, ready to listen.

Bluey's eyes began to tear up, but she tried stopping herself from crying. For a moment, she just remained silent before saying anything. "We had an argument," she told her mother. She teared up even more. "I don't even know if we're even friends anymore," she added, "Let alone someone I thought was the one for me." The seriousness of the situation was too much for her to bear and she started to cry softly, tears falling down her cheek.

"Well," Chilli began to say, holding Bluey close in comfort, "It's like I told you all those years ago. Some people just come into our lives, stay for a bit, and then leave. Maybe Jean-Luc sadly falls in that category."

"But I didn't want him to!" Bluey blurted out, "I wanted us to be together forever."

"I know, sweetie," Chilli said. She tried to think of some encouraging advice for her. "What was the argument about?" she asked. She figured that maybe solving the root of the problem might make things easier.

"Well we did start having a good time this morning," Bluey began to explain, "We walked through the park over on Roma Street for a while until we got a bit hungry. So we took the ferry to go to The Lucky Dog. We ordered a couple lattes and some vegemite toasties. He tried it and hated it to the point of spitting it out! Then we argued about it, and it just escalated really quickly until I just left."

"Oh, I see," Chilli said, "That sounds rough."

"What should I do?" Bluey asked.

"Well," Chilli said, "You can stew in all this misery for the rest of your life, or you can let time pass to heal and evaluate whether or not Jean-Luc is a friend worth keeping to you."

Bluey thought for a moment. "I guess I can try to decide about Jean-Luc," she said. It was better than dwelling in such negative emotions.

"That a girl," Chilli praised softly, giving Bluey another hug.

Bluey hugged back. "But what if Jean-Luc doesn't want to be my friend anymore?" Bluey asked, looking at Chilli for some more helpful advice, "It was a bit of a strong agrument."

"I'm afraid I can't help you there, sweetie," Chilli said, wishing she could help, "If he doesn't want to be friends anymore, then I guess you can't be friends. It's just something you can't control. All you can control is only what you can do."

"Oh," Bluey said with slight disappointment.

"Let me ask you something," Chilli requested, "If, after a while, Jean-Luc asked to be friends again, what would you tell him?"

Bluey paused in her thoughts, thinking of what she would do. "I... I don't know," she said, "I'd want to be friends again, but at the same time, I... I don't." She looked downheartened.

"How about you give it more time to think then," Chilli suggested, "Time heals all wounds after all." She tried to give an encouraging smile to her daughter.

After thinking about it, Bluey gave a small smile back. "Okay, Mum," she said, giving her a hug.

Chilli hugged back. "Take all the time you need, sweetheart," she said.

"Alright," Bluey said, "I'm going to see if writing in my diary helps too." Writing in her diary has always served as a great way to vent in the past. Maybe this instance would help her out too. She then began her way to her room.

Upstairs, Bluey walked into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and sighed, thinking for a moment. She then walked over to her bed and put the charger on her phone. No notifications, unsurprisingly. She took out her diary and opened it to begin writing in it.

Hello Diary. It's me again, Bluey.

I honestly don't know what to write. Things were starting out great this morning with Jean-Luc. We went to the park and had a lot of fun together. We even had a picture together. And we also rode the ferry across the river. But then we went to The Lucky Dog. He tried a vegemite toastie and hated it! Then we had a big argument over it. I actually left him because I couldn't take his behaviour. We yelled and yelled!

Bluey paused to think for a moment. Then she continued.

But I guess I overreacted during it though. Looking back, it was a tad petty to be arguing over a toastie. I was just hoping that we'd be able to have another thing in common between us. But I guess having differences shouldn't get in the way. I don't know. Should I try contacting him? No. It's HIS fault!

Again, Bluey rethought things through.

Or... Maybe it was mine? Ugh! This is so frustrating! I don't know what's going to happen between us. I was hoping to find out that Jean-Luc was for me, but... I just don't know anymore. Mum says I need time to heal. I guess. I'm just scared right now.

Bluey felt like she couldn't write anymore and stopped right there without writing her typical conclusion. Her mind was a tangle of thoughts, unsure of what to think at that moment.

At the corner of her eye, she could see her old drawing sticking out slightly from the back of her diary. She paused, staring at it before taking it out as she's always done in the past. She looked deeply at it. At first, her expression was of anger, thinking about how Jean-Luc acted. She tried forcing herself not to crumple the drawing. Then, after a short while, she became depressed, wondering about what the future holds between her and Jean-Luc. Would they ever like each other again? It was so overwhelming for Bluey. All she could do was cling onto her drawing, lay down, and let herself cry silently.

Meanwhile, at the park, Jean-Luc looked at his phone. No notifications, of which he didn't really care at first. But at the same time, he kind of wished there were. Just like Bluey, his mind was all over the place and he didn't know where his feelings lie. He sighed. Then he noticed the time. It was close to the time when he could contact his uncle to pick him up. He decided now would be a good enough time than ever.

Jean-Luc: I'm ready to be picked up now Uncle Marcel.

A minute passed by before he got a response back.

Uncle Marcel: A might early but that's fine.

Uncle Marcel: You at your girl's house?

Jean-Luc was saddened by that term, as if his heart was broken in half. If only...

Jean-Luc: No.

Jean-Luc: I'm at the park over on Roma Street.

Jean-Luc: Do you know it?

Uncle Marcel: Not exactly.

Uncle Marcel: But no worries. I can put it on the SatNav.

Jean-Luc: Okay.

Jean-Luc: I'm by the north entrance on a bench near a fountain.

Uncle Marcel: Got it.

Uncle Marcel: Just stay there. I'll dash over there sharpish.

Jean-Luc: Okay.

Jean-Luc closed the conversation with his uncle. He then opened up his past messages with Bluey and skimmed over them. There was so much love and excitement hyped up for today, only to end up like this. He also looked at the picture they took together. Both of them looked so happy together at that moment. Jean-Luc couldn't bear to look at it any longer. He closed the conversation and put his phone away.

It was only roughly a half hour by the time Marcel drove up to the park. He parked his car on the lot and texted Jean-Luc.

Uncle Marcel: I'm here in the lot Jean-Luc.

Jean-Luc: Okay. On my way there.

Jean-Luc got up from the bench and started his way to the parking lot. Within a few minutes, he finally reached it. He soon noticed his uncle's car. He walked over to it and got inside the car.

Marcel noticed his nephew's expression. "I take it things didn't go well today?" he asked.

"No..." Jean-Luc quietly said as he shook his head, "Well, it did at first, but it was a disaster at the end of it."

"Aw," Marcel sympathized, "What happened?"

Jean-Luc explained what happened, telling his side of the story as his uncle started driving them back to Gold Coast.

"Oh, bummer," Marcel said. He didn't know what to say to him. "Think you two'll ever get back together?" he asked.

Jean-Luc stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. "I... I don't know," he finally answered, "It'd be nice if we did, but I don't think we could."

"Hmm," Marcel thought, "Who knows? You might."

Jean-Luc gave a doubtful look.

Marcel noticed. "You don't think you will?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jean-Luc answered, "It just seems impossible after how our argument went."

"Maybe you just need a bit of time to think things over," Marcel advised, "Then if you two are really meant to be together after all, she'll come around."

As hopeful as that is, Jean-Luc still found that hard to believe. He just gave a melancholy sigh as he just watched outside the window the rest of the way. It was a long way back to Gold Coast.