The housekeeper Marianne opened the door for them when they got there in the late afternoon, sun stretching lazily over the winter fields.
"Mes garçons préférés!" she greeted them, enveloping them both in a warm hug and then stepping back to see Isaac. "And this is your friend, Jared?"
She sounded slightly wary, which was pretty reasonable given what arseholes his friends had been when they all came over in a group for summer that time. Isaac smiled.
"Bonsoir!" he said, "Je m'appelle Isaac, et ce est tout mon vocabulaire français."
Jared wasn't sure what he'd just spouted, but it seemed to appease Marianne (or maybe it was just the sound of his Irish accent mingled with the attempt at French), because she burst out laughing and then hugged him too.
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Invincible
Teen Fiction"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared c...
