The next day, I left school and went straight to the local coffee shop where mum had set up for me to meet this girl. I have no idea who she is. I feel so weird right now. My mum set me up on a blind-date sort of thing? That's just sad. I don't even need to meet anyone right now.
I sat down at a table and waited. I then saw Genevieve walk in. I motioned her over to me, saying her name.
"Luke?" She asked in her adorable accent, rushing over to me.
"Oui," I smiled then asked her what she was doing here.
"Mon père m'a dit qu'il avait parlé à une femme avec un fils de mon âge. Je suis venu ici pour le rencontrer," she said faster than I could translate.
"Plus lentement s'il vous plaît," (French; slower, please) I laughed.
She laughed, repeating herself. I got it then. Her dad had told her he met a woman who had a son her age. She came here to meet him.
"Ma mère a fait de même," (French; my mum did the same) I was confused. She laughed.
"Nos parents se sont rencontrés autre!" (French; our parents met each other) She exclaimed. I then realized what had happened.
"Qui est bizarre!" (French; that is weird)
We laughed about it for a little longer before ordering somethings to drink. I then began teaching her a little bit of English. She was a quick learner. She could speak a few short sentences before we left.
After arriving home, she texted me, "thank you."
"You're welcome."
"That was fun." I could tell she was liking knowing some English.
"It was."
I smiled me knowing I had helped her. I had also given her my address (and she gave hers), and we had set up to meet at the coffee shop again tomorrow.
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The next day, I was walking towards the coffee shop when I heard the clicking sound from the heels of Genevieve's boots running behind me.
She yelled, "Luke! Luke!"
I stopped walking, and she caught up with me. She started the conversation off with, "guess what!"
"More English!"
"So much!" She smiled. She must've stayed up last night and learned more English.
"Good!" I exclaimed. I was proud.
"Thank you," she walked into the shop with me. I ordered us both drinks and I taught her a little more English.
"Je m'appelle," I began, "my name is."
"My name is," she repeated while nodding, "Je m'appelle."
"Oui.. Yes."
"Yes. Oui."
"Bonjour, hello."
"Hello, bonjour."
"Au revoir, goodbye."
"Goodbye. Au revoir."
She picked them up quickly. I had her repeat them all back to me in sentences, "hello. Yes, my name is Genevieve. Goodbye."
"Good!" I clapped.
This was going to be great, her learning English. We won't always have to speak in French. We're moving along in our friendship pretty well...
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Amour - A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction
FanfictionGenevieve Abel, a French girl, moves to Australia with her dad. There, she meets Luke Hemmings. She only speaks French, and Luke speaks English with a little French. They try to learn each other's languages to try to make things work. As problems ar...
