He looked across the train track and saw the girl. She was wearing a long brown raincoat. Straight brown hair. Pretty. Innocent eyes. He knew she was looking at him, and right then for the first time he knew he was in France. He felt young, strong–free of the muck and the sickness of California. He knew he could go over and talk to her, or maybe just take her hand and walk away with her. The magic was there. But he wasn’t ready to start the adventure yet. No, he wanted to feel what it was like. Wallow around in it for awhile. Like enjoying the previews before the main feature started.
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He walked up to her, slowly, and whispered in her ear ever so softly...*unzips dick*
He could hear the train coming now. Not far away. He looked up and caught her eyes for a second, but she looked down. It was too late, and just then the train came rushing in, all powerful and steam and smoke and it came between them (just like in the movies). And he got on feeling, OK, OK, this is good.
Turn the corner…that’s right…now, down this one…picking up the pace a bit. It was getting nearer, yes, I can smell it and…there it is…34 Bois Du Bologne. The magic was working.
Looks just like I imagined. Up the staircase now. Jesus, lots of stairs. Pant, pant pant. Damn, got to get in shape. There–33B.
Knock, knock, knock.
A girl with a rather plain but pretty face opened the door. Great FRENCH eyes and straight blonde hair. She was wearing a red sweater.
“Bonjour,” she said. She looked a bit frightened.
“Bonjour. Est-ce que c’est la maison de Beatrice et Veronique?”
The girl just looked.
“Je suis un de leurs amis de Californie.” He knew his French was pretty bad but he thought he’d gotten that out OK.
“Oh! You’re the American! Come in…please.”
She pulled him in and kissed him on both cheeks and gave him a little hug, such a nice little hug, and he could tell she really meant it. She was so FRENCH, in fact she even smelled FRENCH. It really killed him. What a wonderful smell!
The room was small. Just one chamber with a bed in the middle and a tiny frig and a record player. A poster on the wall of Jimi Hendrix. There was a book on the bed. She’d been reading. And waiting.
She told him her name was Emanuelle, but he could call her Manu. She was Beatrice and Veronique’s friend and was staying in their apartment until they came home from work that afternoon. The funny part was, he didn’t really know the two sisters, Beatrice and Veronique, let alone Manu. He’d met them only briefly a year ago. But they’d written and said, “You must come and stay with us.” And now here he was in FRANCE, in their house. It was quite odd.
Manu was looking at him. “You are tired?,” she asked. “You want to sleep a little bit?”
why are you posting this in many short posts?
Would be a lot more inviting if you put it in a few posts instead
Also, the language is kind of immature and so fa pretty bland, and i read until all the pants, and can't see how this has anything to do with pokemon
OP, what are you on about?
