13 July 2012
There she was. She stepped out of the car, smiled up at the house next door then sighed and dropped her eyes to the floor. Her wavy shoulder length yellowy blonde hair was swaying in the slight breeze. She sighed again as a boy with dark brown hair stepped out of the car and stood beside her, then he nudged her slightly and ran into the house. She was smiling now, watching the boy go, and rolled her eyes. She turned back to the car and let the dog out, holding the lead still. She said something to whoever was left in the car then started to walk down the road with her dog, which was some sort of black and white spaniel. She got a few doors down before my mum told me to go out and ask if they wanted help.
The house looked rather lovely from the outside. Pascal needed to stretch his tiny little papillon legs after that rather long journey and I needed time before I went into the place I would be taking up permanent residence. After walking for a while, I turned back and went back to the car. Ma mere (my mother) was standing by the car talking to a rather good looking young man. He was tall, in black from head to toe, had very light brown hair which was on the borderline of being blonde and his eyes were an emerald colour, which stayed fixed on my mother the whole time. It looked that she was finding it hard to breathe, under the gaze of those eyes, and it made me laugh slightly. Mon pere (my father) coughed then took ma mere's hand and led her and the boy to the back of the car. They started to get boxes out.
"Non, non, non!" a voice of beauty called. "Don't touch my things! Pere, mere!!" She grabbed the box out of my hands, I looked down at her. She was kinda short. "Sorry" I said, not sure what I did for the French girl to go crazy on my arse. "Non, non, non, non!" She said then walked into their new home with the box in her hand and the dog by her side. Her mum and dad were laughing as they watched their daughter walk away. She was hot when angered. I looked back at her parents and her mum smiled in apology but her dad said, "Liam, my daughter is what you would call hot headed when it comes to her photos." Her father was French too. "she is a photographer?" I asked and her mum nodded, with a bright smile on her face. She seemed proud of her daughter. "Mum! Tell Clara to get her mutt out of my room!" the boy called out of a window on the second floor. He and his mum sounded oddly English compared to the accents his dad and sister had. There was a laugh, much like an angel's. "Pascal is not in your room, Jack" Her voice replied, loud enough for us to hear. The way she said Jack, in her French accent, made me weak in the knees.
I loved teasing Jack like he were my own brother. He might as well have been, having practically grown up with me. Pascal was not in his room, however, and had never been in there at all. As for that snake, I would have my revenge. I laughed again at how unladylike I had grown to become over the past few years. "mother would be turning in her grave, pere" I smiled as I came to the front door. He was watching me, mon pere, like he had many times before but the look coming from ma mere, his new wife, was the same. As if she were my real mother. She might as well have been. "Ma mere, Jack has stolen the room I thought to be yours and, mon pere, smart move with the dark room in the attic" I smiled.
"a dark room in the attic? That is rather odd, honey" her mum smiled then winked at her. "la grenier est pour moi?" she asked, smiling. "Oui" her dad replied then she screamed. "Pascal!" she called. "Oh, Pascal, you hear that." The dog barked from inside the house and she screamed again. "Pour moi! Pascal, we need our equipment and now." she ran towards us, kissed her mum then dad and looked at me. "What are you here for?" she didn't say it spitefully but with general interest thick in her voice. "I'm here to help you" I replied. Wasn't it obvious? She smiled wider. "Parfait! You want to earn some, eh, pocket money from me, garçon?" she asked, smiling cheekily. I shrugged. "Sure, why not?" I asked.
Liam And Clara • Opuss № I