That's French, Love (FALEC)

★ [HUIT]: His Question

[HUIT]: His Question

"He was different and she knew it by the way she would feel whenever he spoke to her. She felt almost drunk. As if his words were laced with gin and lined with fleece."

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

i'm going to start putting time stamps :)

april 26, thursday, home from school

[FUNNEH EVA]~

It was another day of a horrid life. Just as I had expected the drama had all gone down and it wasn't even mention just once at school. School was scary, it was a place were people had either the power to break you alive or you do it.

I had to build my walls a little bit higher and just fight a little bit fiercer. I didn't know that this was how it felt.

To have a sibling that just came from a trip from abroad because she's just a little bit better than you.

I had declined the offer of the driver to sit with Alec. I was tired for the day and I told them that I would walk over there.

I've never felt it hurt so much. But I groaned my threatning tears away and dropped my bag at my room. I had told Alec's mom that I'll be heading after I'm done changing.

So I quickly plucked clothes from my large wardrobe and ran for my life. Until the doorbell rang and I grunted. "I'm coming!"

I yell out loud; with me panting and holding my hand close to my chest. Seriously? Where were the maids? I rolled my eyes and headed to the door. I shockingly open it to see the redhead himself.

"Why are you here?" I ask him; my eyes turned to slits and Alec rolled his eyes at me and grunted. "My mother told me to walk myself and get some exercise because I hadn't gone for a walk since. ."

I ignored his slight pause and dragged him to the living room. Ayano walked down the stairs to see Alec. "Oh hi Alex!" Ayano greeted as Alec didn't even bat an eye at her direction until he realized that it was him.

"Alec."

Ayano ignored his correction and sent a wink. "Alex or Alec, you look hot." Alec rolled his eyes at her while Ayano finally notices my existence and crossed her arms, "You don't like him anyways right? So. . that means I can teach him?"

Ayano asks innocently while 'flirtaciously' twirling her finger around her hair. "Alec?" Ayano finally pronounced it right this time while looking for an answer of approval. Alec reluctantly agreed. "S-Sure?"

Before I even mutter out an answer; Ayano dragged Alec away from the living room and dragged him to her room. . before closing the door, she winked at me and sticked her tongue out.

I ignore her and finally sigh in relief. "Well, atleast I can get just a tiny dose of sleep. . or just study the french words." I sigh and yawn softly while slowly heading to my room.

Ooohhh! More french words to learn about!

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

[ALEC LOUISE]~

I only reluctantly agreed because I was a bit awkward with Funneh. Finding her letter and stuff. I figured that his dad just left them for another woman or something. . but the more I think about it. . the more I disagree with myself.

Mayb— "Okie! So Alex, I'll teach you about French. . do you know about. . French—" I ignored her blabbering about nonsense and drowned myself at the thought of that letter.

Funneh was hiding more that what was showing beneath the surface. Taht letter revealed her inner pain and emotions she had hidden behind that tough facade.

Ayano turned my face to her direction and held my chin. "Perhaps. . a French. . kiss?" I had just snapped back into reality. As Ayano was about to lean in; I had already pushed her away from me.

"Ayano, do you ever know anything about respect? Do you actually understand that I'm not interested?! So just. . please! Leave me the hell alone! I don't want to associate myself with someone toxic like you who treats her sister like crap and acts like a sl*t. Please have dignity for yourself. Trust me, real guys won't like that." I slightly mutter in soft spoken sentences and headed to any room just to get away from this freak!

What the hell? French kiss my a*s! I barged into one room and see Funneh slowly reciting French words in complete fluency. I imagine my mother, my father speaking like that. She didn't notice me until after a few minutes later she turned around and jumped in shock.

"Since when were you here?"

I shrugged back at her and headed inside her room. It was just like any generic girl's room. . tainted with pink, some stuffed teddy bears and just overall pictures of someone I don't recognize.

"So . . uh, anyways, what do you want?" Funneh stammered in response as I keep looking around. "How is it easy?" My question came out as a soft mutter and Funneh had to walk closer to understand me.

"Huh?" When I had repeated it and she finally had understanded my question, she pauses at me. "You actually speak?" I rolled my eyes and nodded. She replies with a sigh.

"It's through practice, and when you speak french, you naturally have an accent. So don't speak with a heavy like . . accent. It just seems so. . unnatural."

I displayed a blank face in return as Funneh had probably expected.

I knew I was probably a pain in the ass for her. And I didn't care. She can get pissed all she wants so my mother finally drops her persistence and lets me live normally, peacefully and quietly again.

I don't want any disturbance or anything just noisy in my life. Especially her, with her noisy antics, her crazy quirks, her intelligent mind. . and everything about her is unlikable.

I will never! Or ever! Fall for a girl like her. I'm still fulfilling my promise. I sat on Funneh's bed and smelled her perfume.

It was like strawberries. I hated it. It reminded me of her and him together. But what was my right to cry? I didn't have a right to. . and it will seem weird to awkwardly just cry beside this loser.

I looked at Funneh and stared at her. She didn't look at me back or anything. I guess, we were friends? Nah. She wouldn't even think of becoming friends with a reckless, quiet, or mysterious guy like me.

EDITED: APRIL 19, 2018