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Title: Vive la Francais
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Jimonnah
Rating: NC17 (Later Chapters)
Summary: [AU]. Seventeen-year-old Jimmy has to host a student from France for two weeks.
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
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Wow, I didn't expect quite so many reviews, but thanks guys.
Vive le Francais
Chapter 02
Because I still didn't have my license, my mom drove Johnny and us to the mall. I figured it'd be better to take him there instead of just some boring movie theater. At least at a mall I could show him around before we saw the movie. After grabbing the money my mom offered me, I climbed out of the car where Johnny was already standing on the curb, looking around. I lightly touched his arm to get him to look at me, but when he did, I looked down awkwardly. I hated the intensity of his gaze, it turned me into a shy....girl. I hated it, I didn't want to be the girl.
"First -- premier," I said, remembering I had to try my best with this damned language -- the whole point of hosting a French guy was to better learn the language. He nodded once, as though telling me that he followed what I was saying. "Nous achèterons le billets."
He smirked at me, and nodded. "Okay," he said, agreeing, "First -- we buy tickets."
I was somewhat proud of myself for having said that right, but then it hit me that I was a level three French student, saying 'we will buy the tickets' was probably the easiest thing to say.
He followed me into the mall, and fell into step beside me. As I led him towards the movie theater, I tried to think of something to say, but nothing was really coming to mind. Especially in French. I glanced at the floor, watching the tiles pass. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that it was kind of rude, if not selfish of me, to not say anything to him. So I looked up, opening my mouth, only he wasn't beside me.
I quickly spun around, and I sighed when I saw him not too far off. He was standing in front of one of the kiosks, where an Oriental man was showing him some stupid electric toy car. I felt myself smirk at the amusement on Johnny's face, and I walked over to him. I lightly grabbed him by the crook of his elbow, and glanced at the Oriental man.
"No thanks." I said. "We have a movie to see."
I didn't have to use any force, and in a few moments, we were a ways away from the kiosk. He didn't really seem upset that I'd pulled him away from the toy car. He did ask me why I'd done it though.
"Those guys are rip-offs." I said, my hand slipping away from his arm. "Totally not worth it."
"Eh, rip-off?" he questioned next to me, his brow furrowing and giving him a cute look.
"Yeah," I said side-glancing him. "You know, um...he swindles." I couldn't think of the French word for it.
"Ohh," he said, smirking and nodding. "Il était une escroquerie."
"Yeah," I said, throwing him a grin. "Rip-off."
We reached the movie theater where I recognized a few people from school, some girl from my French class had the girl her family was hosting, and they both looked like they hated each other. At least it wasn't like that with Johnny and I.
I ran my hand through my hair, and glanced at him. "Quel film..tu voir?" I asked, unsurely.
He grinned again, and I knew it was probably because of the look on my face, and I felt myself blush. He threw a look at the sign above ticket booth, and he squinted at the board. After a moment, he gave a shrug, and turned back to me.
"Une horreur." he said.
"A scary one." I echoed with a smirk, and he nodded, his lips curling up as well. "Alright."
I picked the best one I could think to pick, but it didn't start for a half hour. I glanced at him.
"Affamé?" I asked, figuring if he was hungry we could just go to the McDonalds across the way or something.
"Moi?" he asked, and I nodded. He made a contemplative face and shrugged his shoulders slowly. "Not..really." he said. "Es-tu?"
"No," I said smirking. "Not really."
He grinned. "Walk around?" he suggested.
I nodded, and without needing to say anything, we started walking past the theater, going no where in particular. He started babbling away in broken English, slipping into French every now and then, and even if I tried, I don't think I would've been able to understand him. I caught 'excited', and I assumed he meant he was excited to be in America, but I didn't really care. He sounded content, and that was all that mattered to me.
We were passing another kiosk, this time run by a long haired, Italian-looking guy, and I wasn't going to lie about the attraction. It was probably why there were a bunch of middle-aged women surrounding him to listen to what he had to say about his product -- something for cell phones. I subconsciously slowed down, but felt an arm slide around my waist, and Johnny pulled me away.
"He is a rip-off, tu rappel?" he asked, grinning up at me.
I felt my face heat up to the extreme, and I laughed awkwardly -- definitely hadn't meant to be checking out that guy, though it wasn't as if I couldn't; Johnny and I weren't on a date. Or so I had to keep telling myself.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember." I said nodding. "Je rappel."
Still grinning, he looked ahead of him again to see where we were aimlessly going, and I realized his arm had yet to leave me. I didn't mind, but my body tensed anyway. He seemed not to notice.
We reached the KB Toys, and he came to a halt next to the table they kept at the door where they had a few of their electronic toys on display, his arm sliding from me finally. This kid really liked electric toys.
"Heh, arc-en-ciel porc." he said.
My brow furrowed, but he didn't notice, reaching for one of the lame ass pig toys that walked and oinked randomly. I realized he'd been making fun of it's color, because it was one of those multi-colored, rainbow ones. Confusion was gone for the moment. He turned it over and found the on/off switch without difficulty; the pig's legs started moving immediately, and he set it down on the table quickly. He smirked, reaching for the pink poodle that was practically the same as the pig, and after he turned that one on, he set it down at the other end of the table. There was a weird looking parrot-thing that sat on a plastic perch with a button next to it, and he wasted no time in pushing that, turning the parrot on, and filling the small area around us with an annoying whistled song from the parrot. Before he could even reach for the chicken the pig had just run into, I quickly threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him away.
"I hate those things." I said with a small laugh.
He grinned. "So does many people." he said slowly, looking for the right words. "That is why I do it."
For the remainder of our time, we visited a video game store, the bathroom, and the candy store -- after Johnny had so secretly suggested to me that we sneak something into the theater rather than pay their outrageous prices. Of course it took me a few moments to realize what he'd been trying to whisper (in his language) to me; he was like a little kid in the way he'd been trying to be inconspicuous about it. I guessed that was what made it fun to be around him.
In no time, we'd made it back to the theater, and had just entered the one that was showing our movie. I glanced at him, ready to ask him if he cared where we sat, and as if reading my mind, he pointed to the very last row.
"Dans le dos." he said, smirking.
Alright, that could work. I mean, it wasn't as if we'd been flirting the whole time we'd been there. We could sit in the very back and concentrate on the movie.
Within moments, we were seated, and he was trying to get comfortable in the seat next to me. I was all the way against the wall, and I had yet to know if this was a good thing or bad.
"What is ce film about?" he asked, once he was satisfied with how he was sitting.
"Modern zombie movie." I said.
"Ah, zombis." he said, with a nod.
I nodded as well, and we fell silent as we waited for it to start. As people entered, they threw glances at us, especially the couples who were looking for the dark corners to sit in. Johnny just gave them innocent-looking smirks, and they'd have to find other seats. After a few minutes of this, the lights finally dimmed, and the previews came on.
As the movie was starting, Johnny's warm hand suddenly settled on my thigh, and I jumped as though I were startled. He giggled quietly, more so to himself, but kept his hand there. I cleared my throat, and shifted slightly, trying to ignore how quickly the blood had begun to go to that spot between my legs. Thank God for the dark movie theater.
Not even halfway into the movie, zombies were tearing people open and chewing up their insides like crazy. Johnny made a face, just barely visible in the darkness, and he leaned into me, his head landing on my shoulder, as he used the hand that wasn't on my thigh to cover his eyes. Yes, I wasn't the girl anymore.
"Estomac faible." he said.
I felt myself smirk. "Don't throw up on me, alright?" I whispered.
He let out a quiet laugh into my shirt, and the hand on my thigh unintentionally moved higher. My breath hitched, but he didn't notice. When the 'scary' music had stopped, Johnny knew to look up, and he resumed watching the movie. I couldn't get back into it because his head was still on my shoulder, and his hand still on my thigh. I couldn't concentrate on anything but that.
It got to that part in movies, the part you hate, where the main character and his best friend (who happened to be a girl) had locked themselves in a room while they awaited death, and in no time he was going to admit his love for her, and how he'd always had dreams of being more than best friends. That's what made movies suck nowadays.
With the hand that wasn't on my thigh, Johnny grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm around himself. I felt myself tense again as he leaned into me some more.
"Jeemy." he whispered -- at least it was better than Jams.
"What?" I asked in a breath.
"Observes-tu?" he asked.
"No." I said, "I'm not watching this."
He lifted his head, and I felt my breathing stop momentarily as his free hand found my chin in the dark, turning my face more towards his. He leaned in, and froze as his lips touched mine. After a brief while, he pulled away slightly, and in the dark I could just make out his eyes searching my expression. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just kind of sat there. He smirked at me after what felt like an eternity, and he leaned in again, more force behind his kiss this time.
His tongue surprised me slightly, brushing across my bottom lip, and I instinctively parted my lips. It slid into my mouth and he had to shift his body some because of our height difference. So there we were, in the back of the movie theater, him practically on his knees in the seat next to me, his tongue searching my mouth slowly. If I hadn't known any better, I would've said I was dreaming.
His tongue pushed against mine, and I reacted, intermingling them. After a short moment, he started to pull his tongue away, implying that mine should follow, and soon, as I relaxed into the kiss, my tongue was the one exploring his mouth. I reached up with my free hand (the other one was still around his shoulders, holding him to me slightly) and I ran my fingers through his hair.
There was suddenly a loud noise in the movie, something like wood being splintered -- a door being broken down -- and we both jumped. As we realized what it was, we both just grinned sheepishly at each other, embarrassed that such a lame movie had caused such a scare. He buried his face in my chest, letting out quiet laughter, and I grinned to myself, watching as the main characters tried to fight off the zombies who were now attacking.
~x~
When we got home, it was around midnight, and Johnny was rambling away in French about how tired he was. I didn't blame him though, coming from France and all that jazz. We went upstairs together, seeing as my mom was going to stay up so she could work on something for her boss. My room came first, and he stopped when we reached it.
"I have fun tonight." he told me, smirking.
I grinned and nodded. "Me too," I said, "Even though the movie was horrible."
He let out a small laugh, nodding as well. "Well," he said, "Bonsoir."
"Good night." I replied.
He leaned up, planting a kiss on my cheek the way he'd done earlier when I'd accidentally hit on him in the bathroom (in a subtle way of course). Then he turned and started off towards the guest room. I watched him, before slipping into my room. No sooner than I had shut the door, my phone started ringing. I didn't have a cell phone because I didn't want one, but I did have my own phone line because Valary could talk a person's ear off. Sure enough, as I sat on my bed and glanced at the caller I.D., it was her.
"So?" she asked the moment I'd picked it up.
"So what?" I asked, kicking my shoes off.
She let out a scoff-like noise, and I knew she'd rolled her eyes. "What's he like?" she asked.
"French." I replied, laying down.
"Jimmy," she said, a hint of annoyance coming into her tone.
I laughed. "Alright, alright." I said. "He's nice, not a snob like you and my mom were so quick to assume. He's funny, charming..."
"Cute?"
"Very cute." I admitted, and she laughed.
"His accent's hot too, isn't it?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
I grinned. "Of course." I said. "I can't try to fool you."
"So what did you guys do?" she asked. "I called and your mom told me you were at the mall."
"Yeah," I answered, "We saw a movie."
"And...?"
"He wanted to sit in the back of the theater." I said.
"And?" she demanded again.
"Well, let's just say that James Sullivan has finally kissed his first boy." I replied. Back when I was unsure if I was gay or not, me and Valary had been each other's first (and up till now for me) only kiss.
"Aw." she said, her voice taking on that naturally high pitched tone that girls can reach. "That's great."
"No it's not." I said. "He has to go back to France in two weeks."
"Well, yeah," she said, "But at least you can enjoy it while it lasts."
"I guess that's true." I said slowly.
A brief silence. "So do I have to wait till Monday to meet him?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said grinning. "Probably."
"Ohh, why?" she asked. "What are you guys planning for tomorrow?"
I laughed. "I don't know." I answered, "My mom'll probably suggest me taking him somewhere else us young'ns hang out at."
"You could go to the park." she suggested.
"Um, Val, dear," I said. "I said 'young'ns', only old people hang out at the park."
"I meant it's the perfect place for you two to be alone." she said.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed a little louder than I meant to, and then I repeated myself quietly.
She laughed. "Alright, alright." She said. "But I have to go, you know how my dad hates when I'm on the phone past ten."
We said the ritualistic best friend farewells, and I hung up, still laying down and staring at the ceiling. She was right, I just needed to enjoy the future two weeks while I could.
Author: atrocious_x
Band: Avenged Sevenfold
Pairing: Jimonnah
Rating: NC17 (Later Chapters)
Summary: [AU]. Seventeen-year-old Jimmy has to host a student from France for two weeks.
Disclaimer: Not real dur.
01
Wow, I didn't expect quite so many reviews, but thanks guys.
Vive le Francais
Chapter 02
Because I still didn't have my license, my mom drove Johnny and us to the mall. I figured it'd be better to take him there instead of just some boring movie theater. At least at a mall I could show him around before we saw the movie. After grabbing the money my mom offered me, I climbed out of the car where Johnny was already standing on the curb, looking around. I lightly touched his arm to get him to look at me, but when he did, I looked down awkwardly. I hated the intensity of his gaze, it turned me into a shy....girl. I hated it, I didn't want to be the girl.
"First -- premier," I said, remembering I had to try my best with this damned language -- the whole point of hosting a French guy was to better learn the language. He nodded once, as though telling me that he followed what I was saying. "Nous achèterons le billets."
He smirked at me, and nodded. "Okay," he said, agreeing, "First -- we buy tickets."
I was somewhat proud of myself for having said that right, but then it hit me that I was a level three French student, saying 'we will buy the tickets' was probably the easiest thing to say.
He followed me into the mall, and fell into step beside me. As I led him towards the movie theater, I tried to think of something to say, but nothing was really coming to mind. Especially in French. I glanced at the floor, watching the tiles pass. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that it was kind of rude, if not selfish of me, to not say anything to him. So I looked up, opening my mouth, only he wasn't beside me.
I quickly spun around, and I sighed when I saw him not too far off. He was standing in front of one of the kiosks, where an Oriental man was showing him some stupid electric toy car. I felt myself smirk at the amusement on Johnny's face, and I walked over to him. I lightly grabbed him by the crook of his elbow, and glanced at the Oriental man.
"No thanks." I said. "We have a movie to see."
I didn't have to use any force, and in a few moments, we were a ways away from the kiosk. He didn't really seem upset that I'd pulled him away from the toy car. He did ask me why I'd done it though.
"Those guys are rip-offs." I said, my hand slipping away from his arm. "Totally not worth it."
"Eh, rip-off?" he questioned next to me, his brow furrowing and giving him a cute look.
"Yeah," I said side-glancing him. "You know, um...he swindles." I couldn't think of the French word for it.
"Ohh," he said, smirking and nodding. "Il était une escroquerie."
"Yeah," I said, throwing him a grin. "Rip-off."
We reached the movie theater where I recognized a few people from school, some girl from my French class had the girl her family was hosting, and they both looked like they hated each other. At least it wasn't like that with Johnny and I.
I ran my hand through my hair, and glanced at him. "Quel film..tu voir?" I asked, unsurely.
He grinned again, and I knew it was probably because of the look on my face, and I felt myself blush. He threw a look at the sign above ticket booth, and he squinted at the board. After a moment, he gave a shrug, and turned back to me.
"Une horreur." he said.
"A scary one." I echoed with a smirk, and he nodded, his lips curling up as well. "Alright."
I picked the best one I could think to pick, but it didn't start for a half hour. I glanced at him.
"Affamé?" I asked, figuring if he was hungry we could just go to the McDonalds across the way or something.
"Moi?" he asked, and I nodded. He made a contemplative face and shrugged his shoulders slowly. "Not..really." he said. "Es-tu?"
"No," I said smirking. "Not really."
He grinned. "Walk around?" he suggested.
I nodded, and without needing to say anything, we started walking past the theater, going no where in particular. He started babbling away in broken English, slipping into French every now and then, and even if I tried, I don't think I would've been able to understand him. I caught 'excited', and I assumed he meant he was excited to be in America, but I didn't really care. He sounded content, and that was all that mattered to me.
We were passing another kiosk, this time run by a long haired, Italian-looking guy, and I wasn't going to lie about the attraction. It was probably why there were a bunch of middle-aged women surrounding him to listen to what he had to say about his product -- something for cell phones. I subconsciously slowed down, but felt an arm slide around my waist, and Johnny pulled me away.
"He is a rip-off, tu rappel?" he asked, grinning up at me.
I felt my face heat up to the extreme, and I laughed awkwardly -- definitely hadn't meant to be checking out that guy, though it wasn't as if I couldn't; Johnny and I weren't on a date. Or so I had to keep telling myself.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember." I said nodding. "Je rappel."
Still grinning, he looked ahead of him again to see where we were aimlessly going, and I realized his arm had yet to leave me. I didn't mind, but my body tensed anyway. He seemed not to notice.
We reached the KB Toys, and he came to a halt next to the table they kept at the door where they had a few of their electronic toys on display, his arm sliding from me finally. This kid really liked electric toys.
"Heh, arc-en-ciel porc." he said.
My brow furrowed, but he didn't notice, reaching for one of the lame ass pig toys that walked and oinked randomly. I realized he'd been making fun of it's color, because it was one of those multi-colored, rainbow ones. Confusion was gone for the moment. He turned it over and found the on/off switch without difficulty; the pig's legs started moving immediately, and he set it down on the table quickly. He smirked, reaching for the pink poodle that was practically the same as the pig, and after he turned that one on, he set it down at the other end of the table. There was a weird looking parrot-thing that sat on a plastic perch with a button next to it, and he wasted no time in pushing that, turning the parrot on, and filling the small area around us with an annoying whistled song from the parrot. Before he could even reach for the chicken the pig had just run into, I quickly threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him away.
"I hate those things." I said with a small laugh.
He grinned. "So does many people." he said slowly, looking for the right words. "That is why I do it."
For the remainder of our time, we visited a video game store, the bathroom, and the candy store -- after Johnny had so secretly suggested to me that we sneak something into the theater rather than pay their outrageous prices. Of course it took me a few moments to realize what he'd been trying to whisper (in his language) to me; he was like a little kid in the way he'd been trying to be inconspicuous about it. I guessed that was what made it fun to be around him.
In no time, we'd made it back to the theater, and had just entered the one that was showing our movie. I glanced at him, ready to ask him if he cared where we sat, and as if reading my mind, he pointed to the very last row.
"Dans le dos." he said, smirking.
Alright, that could work. I mean, it wasn't as if we'd been flirting the whole time we'd been there. We could sit in the very back and concentrate on the movie.
Within moments, we were seated, and he was trying to get comfortable in the seat next to me. I was all the way against the wall, and I had yet to know if this was a good thing or bad.
"What is ce film about?" he asked, once he was satisfied with how he was sitting.
"Modern zombie movie." I said.
"Ah, zombis." he said, with a nod.
I nodded as well, and we fell silent as we waited for it to start. As people entered, they threw glances at us, especially the couples who were looking for the dark corners to sit in. Johnny just gave them innocent-looking smirks, and they'd have to find other seats. After a few minutes of this, the lights finally dimmed, and the previews came on.
As the movie was starting, Johnny's warm hand suddenly settled on my thigh, and I jumped as though I were startled. He giggled quietly, more so to himself, but kept his hand there. I cleared my throat, and shifted slightly, trying to ignore how quickly the blood had begun to go to that spot between my legs. Thank God for the dark movie theater.
Not even halfway into the movie, zombies were tearing people open and chewing up their insides like crazy. Johnny made a face, just barely visible in the darkness, and he leaned into me, his head landing on my shoulder, as he used the hand that wasn't on my thigh to cover his eyes. Yes, I wasn't the girl anymore.
"Estomac faible." he said.
I felt myself smirk. "Don't throw up on me, alright?" I whispered.
He let out a quiet laugh into my shirt, and the hand on my thigh unintentionally moved higher. My breath hitched, but he didn't notice. When the 'scary' music had stopped, Johnny knew to look up, and he resumed watching the movie. I couldn't get back into it because his head was still on my shoulder, and his hand still on my thigh. I couldn't concentrate on anything but that.
It got to that part in movies, the part you hate, where the main character and his best friend (who happened to be a girl) had locked themselves in a room while they awaited death, and in no time he was going to admit his love for her, and how he'd always had dreams of being more than best friends. That's what made movies suck nowadays.
With the hand that wasn't on my thigh, Johnny grabbed my wrist and pulled my arm around himself. I felt myself tense again as he leaned into me some more.
"Jeemy." he whispered -- at least it was better than Jams.
"What?" I asked in a breath.
"Observes-tu?" he asked.
"No." I said, "I'm not watching this."
He lifted his head, and I felt my breathing stop momentarily as his free hand found my chin in the dark, turning my face more towards his. He leaned in, and froze as his lips touched mine. After a brief while, he pulled away slightly, and in the dark I could just make out his eyes searching my expression. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just kind of sat there. He smirked at me after what felt like an eternity, and he leaned in again, more force behind his kiss this time.
His tongue surprised me slightly, brushing across my bottom lip, and I instinctively parted my lips. It slid into my mouth and he had to shift his body some because of our height difference. So there we were, in the back of the movie theater, him practically on his knees in the seat next to me, his tongue searching my mouth slowly. If I hadn't known any better, I would've said I was dreaming.
His tongue pushed against mine, and I reacted, intermingling them. After a short moment, he started to pull his tongue away, implying that mine should follow, and soon, as I relaxed into the kiss, my tongue was the one exploring his mouth. I reached up with my free hand (the other one was still around his shoulders, holding him to me slightly) and I ran my fingers through his hair.
There was suddenly a loud noise in the movie, something like wood being splintered -- a door being broken down -- and we both jumped. As we realized what it was, we both just grinned sheepishly at each other, embarrassed that such a lame movie had caused such a scare. He buried his face in my chest, letting out quiet laughter, and I grinned to myself, watching as the main characters tried to fight off the zombies who were now attacking.
~x~
When we got home, it was around midnight, and Johnny was rambling away in French about how tired he was. I didn't blame him though, coming from France and all that jazz. We went upstairs together, seeing as my mom was going to stay up so she could work on something for her boss. My room came first, and he stopped when we reached it.
"I have fun tonight." he told me, smirking.
I grinned and nodded. "Me too," I said, "Even though the movie was horrible."
He let out a small laugh, nodding as well. "Well," he said, "Bonsoir."
"Good night." I replied.
He leaned up, planting a kiss on my cheek the way he'd done earlier when I'd accidentally hit on him in the bathroom (in a subtle way of course). Then he turned and started off towards the guest room. I watched him, before slipping into my room. No sooner than I had shut the door, my phone started ringing. I didn't have a cell phone because I didn't want one, but I did have my own phone line because Valary could talk a person's ear off. Sure enough, as I sat on my bed and glanced at the caller I.D., it was her.
"So?" she asked the moment I'd picked it up.
"So what?" I asked, kicking my shoes off.
She let out a scoff-like noise, and I knew she'd rolled her eyes. "What's he like?" she asked.
"French." I replied, laying down.
"Jimmy," she said, a hint of annoyance coming into her tone.
I laughed. "Alright, alright." I said. "He's nice, not a snob like you and my mom were so quick to assume. He's funny, charming..."
"Cute?"
"Very cute." I admitted, and she laughed.
"His accent's hot too, isn't it?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
I grinned. "Of course." I said. "I can't try to fool you."
"So what did you guys do?" she asked. "I called and your mom told me you were at the mall."
"Yeah," I answered, "We saw a movie."
"And...?"
"He wanted to sit in the back of the theater." I said.
"And?" she demanded again.
"Well, let's just say that James Sullivan has finally kissed his first boy." I replied. Back when I was unsure if I was gay or not, me and Valary had been each other's first (and up till now for me) only kiss.
"Aw." she said, her voice taking on that naturally high pitched tone that girls can reach. "That's great."
"No it's not." I said. "He has to go back to France in two weeks."
"Well, yeah," she said, "But at least you can enjoy it while it lasts."
"I guess that's true." I said slowly.
A brief silence. "So do I have to wait till Monday to meet him?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said grinning. "Probably."
"Ohh, why?" she asked. "What are you guys planning for tomorrow?"
I laughed. "I don't know." I answered, "My mom'll probably suggest me taking him somewhere else us young'ns hang out at."
"You could go to the park." she suggested.
"Um, Val, dear," I said. "I said 'young'ns', only old people hang out at the park."
"I meant it's the perfect place for you two to be alone." she said.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed a little louder than I meant to, and then I repeated myself quietly.
She laughed. "Alright, alright." She said. "But I have to go, you know how my dad hates when I'm on the phone past ten."
We said the ritualistic best friend farewells, and I hung up, still laying down and staring at the ceiling. She was right, I just needed to enjoy the future two weeks while I could.