A/N: If you're anything like me, and by saying 'like me' I mean one who likes to watch education cartoons, you'll notice that this chapter's title is from Peg + Cat. It's their song, I only thought it was a nice touch to add to this chapter. Sparkly out.
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"'Benoit Jules'" I read off the shiny golden plague on the celestial gate encasing the mansion. "Literally meaning 'blessed guy'" I add. Opening the light reflecting metal, and walking for a ways, Liam and I had finally reached the house of the man who had gifted me that letter on my first day back in Paris. At least, I was pretty sure that this was his chamber. Looking up at the french architecture, I was in awe. With the cream color contrasting with the coal colored roof and the intricate details, I was in heaven. Complex sculptures and architecture was always a way to lure me in.
A creaky door snapped me out of my reverie. In the door frame stood the same man who had given me the envelope, only this one had a moustache.
"Qu'est-ce que vous veux?" Questioned the man.
"Vous." I simply replied
"Moi?" question Benoit.
"Oui, vous êtes Monsieur Jules. Non?" deadpanned Liam
"Oui. Je suis Monsieur Jules."
"Sick 'em!" I say to Liam.
"NON! J'aurais eu avec elle aussi, s'il n'y avait pas pour vous mêler enfants!" States Benoit as he flails his cane around helplessly as Liam tackles him to the ground and handcuffs him.
"Sûr." I reply. "Où est le macaron?"
"Je ne dis pas!" states Benoit contrailty. Standing up, Benoit has his palms shackled in handcuffs behind his back. Liam stands behind him securing Benoit with his hands on Benoit's shoulders. As he says he isn't telling us where he placed the golden macaron, I see him peek down at his fallen cane.
Of course he put it in his cane, he wasn't even without it when he came to drop off the envelope. Picking up the cane, I turn the ivory sphere on the top of the walking stick. Holding the rod upside down, a golden macaron slides into my awaiting palm.
Slow clapping starts then.
"Wow, the two teen spies didn't even notice-" The woman dressed in a red two piece suit didn't even get to finish what she was saying, due to Liam's expertly aimed roundhouse kick to said lady's head. If Liam is over there, them where is Benoit? Adjusting my head sharply, I see Monsieur Jules' handcuffs linked to the doorknob of his egg shell colored mansion.
Liam saunters over to where I stand. "You're not so bad Coffee Craze."
"Likewise Smooth Talker."
Liam opens his arms for another hug, I obliged.
With my arms wrapped securely around Liam, I nuzzle my head further into the soft cushiony fabric of his tee shirt. Not hearing a heartbeat, I look over at where my arms are wrapped around. They're encompassing a pillow, and I'm on a bed with covers wrapped snuggly around me. This isn't Liam. I notice. Top notch observation skills right there. It was a dream. Or was it? I question as I look at my black tee hung haphazardly over my chair. My coffee stained ebony tee.
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Stolen Macaron
Short StoryZandra has done many things in her teen life span. She though she was on break from her Secret Agent job, but boy, was she wrong. The Golden Macaron has been stolen from the Louvre, and Mission and Double Society put their best two agents for the jo...
