|| LUNCH ||
Not regarding his warning, Garçon only moved closer to Grégorie. He paid no heed to his disgusted countenance or his unlooking gaze. He pushed on, probably thinking that perhaps Grégorie would thus change his mind and respond by throwing himself into his arms. Hell no. “Really? Because I’m on the verge of slapping you in your smug face. But then I’d have to wash my hands constantly for the rest of the day, and that’s something I’d like to avoid,” he stated bitingly. He ignored his following comment, pretending he hadn’t heard it. He didn’t want to give him again the satisfaction he got from him earlier. Grégorie could be generous but without exaggeration. Too much was unhealthy. If he overdid it with sincere smiles, flattered glances, or quiet chuckles, Garçon would never leave him again, and that would be a true nightmare. To get rid of a drunk uncle who wanted to dance with you, you step on his foot.
“A person confident of their handsomeness would not ask if they were handsome. It’s simple,” Grégorie stated philosophically. “Rather, they would seek to have the interlocutor suggest it first.” He took a sip of water, though, at the moment, he would have gladly held the glass of wine in his hand. He could have twirled it now, creating a cacophony of colors on the walls. He would feel like a true sage then. “You don’t ask the fish if it would like to be caught. You just give it a good enough bait.” No matter how great it might be, Grégorie would never, ever admit that Garçon was handsome. His hair was the color of the sweet, energetic coffee one drank in the morning. It curled around his forehead like ivy winding around Italian marble. His eyes were dark, giving the impression of the black abyss of a calm ocean that frightens and delights at the same time. Garçon was, without doubt, a man woven of the noblest threads, and therefore the most dangerous. Such men could not be trusted, for all the material intended for them had been expended on external goods.
He could sense that his winking friend wanted to add something else. It probably involved his talented mouth, but Grégorie preferred not to know what it could do. Audrey had always said that sex with someone new was an unnecessary taboo. In her opinion, there was nothing condemnable about it. She had been a participant in such experiences. She recalled most of them quite well (not counting the one when one of her lovers recited Bukowski’s poems while climaxing). Grégorie had a different opinion on the subject. He had encountered several times the impression that such a spontaneous nocturnal encounter had been proposed to him. Though, he had always refused. Not because he thought he had to know someone well and fall in love with them, but because he would feel used. Even if it was a mutual agreement. Garçon would probably agree with his friend. They would probably get along just fine in general. God, why was he even thinking about it? After all, they’ll never know each other anyway. Grégorie wouldn’t have wanted his acquaintance with Garçon to last any longer than it needed to. Lunch with him was definitely enough for Grégorie. Now they would just leave the place together and then forget everything. They would become colleagues from the school corridor, blending in with the other people you say hello to even though you no longer remember their name. Grégorie did not want to be completely cruel. He reacted with a proud nod to Garçon’s acting display - whether he was proud of Garçon’s skill or of the fact that he made Garçon shut up would remain his secret.
There was no denying that Garçon was also caught up in their little scheme. He and Grégorie were as different as they could be, and even a fool would notice that. Garçon lit up every room he entered, Grégorie remained in the shadows. The former never shut his mouth, and Grégorie only spoke when he had to. The other preferred solitude, the latter company. One could go on and on. Despite this, Garçon now stood by Grégorie’s side, determined to make a successful escape. Although he would probably go buy a ticket later anyway. Most importantly, though, his partner would not be Grégorie.
Garçon looked around the room. He was taller than Grégorie (though a few artificial centimeters were added by his high hairdo). The shorter boy hoped the height would give him an advantage. Unfortunately, Garçon hadn’t spotted her either. Their plan promised to be a great one. However, MOST IMPORTANTLY, Garçon figured out what they could call the pink ticking bomb. “Flamingo?” Grégorie looked at him and laughed uncertainly. “Don’t you think that’s a little too obvious… she might hear us and realize it’s about her. What do you think of the code ‘devil incarnate’?” he offered. Despite appearances, the flamingo was frankly a pretty good secret code. But Grégorie would not want to associate these majestic birds with this amaranth bane to his existence.
Besides, Garçon suggested that they come up with spy nicknames. Yes, because that was what they needed most right now. Garçon figured it was so she wouldn’t know their real names, and Grégorie decided to go along with that explanation. After all, he wanted to come up with his own alter ego himself. Only it was the other agent who said it out loud first. “PB&J?” Grégorie looked at him questioningly again. While flamingo was an acceptable nickname, his next idea was terrifying. Grégorie had no intention of calling himself peanut butter. “You know what else goes great together?” he began encouragingly. “I could be Jam, and you could be… Tuna. T&J. They go great together if someone wants diarrhea.”
Grégorie turned his head again toward the two escape options. Logically, it would be wiser to go past the booth. There were many people there, so one could easily blend in with the crowd. Besides, if he remembered correctly, the devil incarnate had gone after her victim, moving a good few feet away from the booth. Even if she spotted them, they would still have enough time to get away from her. Garçon seemed to think the same thing. Like Grégorie, he figured that the teachers wouldn’t bother them. Besides, it would be much easier for them to disappear in a group of the rest of the students. “I know it’s risky. I wasn’t going to disagree with you. Just don’t grin like that when I tell you I was thinking the exact same thing.” he turned away from him, knowing that a goofy, pearly smile had appeared on Garçon’s face anyway.
“And, Grégorie. If she sees us. Run,” Garçon warned him. Grégorie looked down at his limp legs and slightly rounded tummy. He wasn’t in the worst shape, and he exercised on the weekends, but that didn’t mean he was an athlete. He was as suited to running as a book was to being a bicycle wheel. He shook his head with uncertainty. “I can’t run even a few feet without getting out of breath, let alone up the stairs to my dormitory,” he bit his tongue. Garçon didn’t need to know at all that Grégorie lived upstairs. Now he would go around all the rooms and knock, waiting for Grégorie to finally reveal himself on the other side. Oh, sweet mother of God.
They had to come up with something else - an extra plan, one for a rainy day was a good idea, but with the running thing, Garçon had already failed. Maybe he was athletic, Grégorie - the opposite. “Okay, then when she sees us, you distract her, and I’ll dissolve into shadows. You know, just flirt with her, smile a few times, so she doesn’t focus on me.” He sighed as he knew he had to say the inevitable. Grégorie wanted to put it off as long as he could, but he couldn’t be doing that anymore. Now was a good time. He bit his lip and dug his nails into his palms. “As a thank you, of course, I’ll return the favor. I don’t know, I can help with homework or pay for your breakfast. And if it comes to the point where we have to buy those unfortunate tickets… I’ll reimburse any expenses.” He clapped his hands together so that Garçon would not have time to react. “Well, so, now let’s go,” he motioned forward down the vacant corridor.
No it wasn’t! IT WAS GREAT! JUST LIKE THIS ONE IS! I love it! And thank you, Esme’s daughter do be winning people over, hehe~ I hope there was no god-modding but tell me if I need to change anything!
@ethereal ~ Garçon Fils Le Mec