Aimee was alone, breathing in the scent of freshly baked bread. She sat on the edge of a fountian, wearing a short sundress and knee high socks. Her hair was pulled back to reveal a bright face. She sipped her coffee, taking in the sights and sounds of Paris, France.
Norah stood a few blocks away the sun hitting her pale face. She loooked up into the the cafe looking at the pastrys.Darn them she had a weakness for yummy looking pastrys. She stepped into the shop and felt the cool brezze on her she had a black tee shirt and a short ripped faded pair of short blue jean shorts. Her hair was in two little pig tails and she had beat up black converses. This was her favorite smell the sweet mix of breads and pastrys dancing in the air trying to smell the sweetest. She stepped up to the counter a man who looked tired and young. He had brown hair and kind golden eyes (this is her future husband, geof) Hwalked forward and smiled at her she fiddled with the euros in her pocket she set them on the counter and spoke some french. " bonjour. comment allez-vous ? un pain de ce joli pain s'il vous plaît." The man smiled and handed her the bread and a an scone. She looked at him quizically. "pardonnez-moi je n'ai pas ordonné de scone" The man smiled and just handed it to her she laughed "meci" she walked out and nibbled on her bread . She saw Amiee and ran over. "Amiee!" yes they shared an apartment but when you know two people in Paris, seeing one was a big deal. She plopped down next to her. She handed her the scone. "See i bought some bread and the man gave me this so here you go." Norah smiled and nibbled on the bread. She looked around it was betiuful. Everything was betiiful to her she smiled to Amiee and leaned over and rested her head on her shoulder "Amiee i love it here"
Aimee sighed. "Je l'aime aussi. Paris est beau" She took a deep breath, inhailing the fresh bread-and-scone smell. "Oscillations grinçantes et herbe grande Les plus longues ombres moulent jamais Le water' ; s chaud et enfants nagent et nous avons gambadé environ dans notre peau d'été..."
She sang summer skin by Death Cab For Cutie in french. She had been trying to learn the language, and now she was fluent. "Je souhaite que nous pourrions rester pour toujours!!!" Aimee breathed.
Norah smiled and thrusted her head back and took a deep breath. This was life, sitting here eating great food with your best friend. She hummed and a man sat beside her. It was the man from the bakery the one that looked so sweet and tired he set his head down on the stone and closed his eyes. He looked like he was drifting to sleep. Norah leaned down and kissed this strange man he glanced up at her and touched his lips quizically. Norah laughed and got up and walked down the cobble stone streets.
Aimee stared at Norah's fleeting shape. "M'a-t-elle juste embrassé ? Ce femme ?" The man asked. Aimee looked back at him, knocked out of her thoughts. "i don't savent, heu..." She glanced back to the spot where she had last seen Norah. She was gone. "I'm allant aller... maintenant" Aimee ran after Norah, high-heel boots clicking on the cobblestone.
As Amiee caught up Norah smiled. "Was he happy?" She smiled at Amiee waiting for the anwser "He looked so cute and happy mostly tired though..." She was happy as a clam as she skipped down the cobblestone streets of Paris.
Norah laughed a little and walked a little further down the street and saw a begger woman. Norah bent down and handed her the half a loaf of bread. They both smiled and Norah ran down the streets and aproached a dress shop. She turned to Amiee "Wanna go in?"
"Hmm, well..." She recalled Eddy's credit card. "Oh hai!" She whipped it out. "He's never around...ever sence his hit, he's just been touring..." Aimee's face sank as she remembered Eddy's absence over the past few months. "Sh-!" She cut herself off as her song came on the raidio. "look, even in paris." The old man holding it hummed. "Aimee,dontayooseh..." He poorly translated the lyrics. "Oi! That eddy's not much of a husband!" Aimee yelled at the old man. He looked up, shoked.
Norah rolled her eyes at the song again. It was soo cool her bff was a hit song but it didn't seem to make her happy he was on tour. She frowned at the man and walked into the store
Aimee sighed. "It's just horrid. He acts like he loves me...but I know he's doing something when he's on tour that he's keeping a secret. I think he's cheating on me, to tell the truth." She said as she followed Norah.