the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

prinzessin

so other languages are fun

i do not speak german so obviously i'm using google translate, forgive any mistakes

sorry if it gets confusing i didn't know how to give the translation too

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Mitch nervously fidgeted with the sign as he waited for the foreign exchange student he was housing for the entirety of his sophomore year. He'd gotten a packet of information about him a week ago from the school, so all he knew was that his name was Scott and he hardly spoke any English. The purpose of this exchange program was to help both of them learn the other's language more, bu Mitch didn't know if that would work out well.

When a stream of people came from the gates, there was a tall boy among them, and he was worriedly glancing around the room before his gaze landed on Mitch. His features visibly relaxed, and he made his way over. "Entschuldigen sie. Bist du Mitch?" (Excuse me. Are you Mitch?) Mitch jumped and looked up, and his breath was taken away at the sight. Scott was way more beautiful than he thought he would be. It was a few moments before he realized Scott had spoken, and he scrambled to remember the six years of German he'd taken. "Entschuldigung, was?" (Sorry, what?) he said softly, forcing himself not to stare at Scott's lips. Scott smiled and held out his hand. "Hallo, Mitch. Ich bin Scott. Schön dich zu treffen." (Hello, Mitch. I am Scott. Nice to meet you.) Mitch smiled with relief and took Scott's hand to shake it. "Hallo, Scott. Willkommen in Amerika." (Hello, Scott. Welcome to America.)

Mitch helped Scott carry his bag out to his car, where his parents were waiting. Mike offered Scott a large smile when he climbed in, eyeing him through the rear-view mirror. "Hey, Scott. Welcome to America," he said. Scott didn't know what that meant, so he just smiled awkwardly and politely folded his hands in his lap. Mitch bit his lip, embarrassed. "Dad, I told you, he hardly speaks any English. He has no idea what you just said," he hissed, but Mike just laughed and winked at him. "Good. Then he won't understand what I'm saying when I tell you that he's hot. You should try to tell him you're interested." Mitch flushed red, sending an apologetic glance over at Scott, who was watching and desperately trying to figure out what they were saying. "Dad. He just got to America less than an hour ago. I'm not going to flirt with him. Mom, tell him to stop," Mitch whined softly, hiding his face in his hands. Nel chuckled and patted her husband's arm. "He's right, sweetie. Scott will be here for an entire year, Mitch will have plenty of time to make a move on him."

Mitch blushed even more and shook his head, looking over at Scott. "Es tut mir leid. Bitte entschuldige meine eltern," (I'm sorry. Please excuse my parents.) he mumbled as his parents laughed in the background. Scott nodded slowly, a faint and confused smile still on his lips. "Ich habe meinen namen gehört. Hast du über mich geredet?" (I heard my name. Were you talking about me?) he asked, slightly worriedly. "Habe ich etwas falsch gemach?" (Did I do something wrong?) Mitch hesitated, trying to mentally translate what he said. "Entschuldigung, kannst du das wiederholen? Langsamer?" (Sorry, can you repeat that? Slower?) Scott nodded and opened his mouth, but he decided against it. "Egal, es ist in ordnung." (Never mind, it's okay.)

The car ride to Mitch's house was silent. Scott stared out the window and fidgeted with his phone, but he never turned it on, fearing it would be considered rude. Mitch tried his best not to stare at his beautiful new German exchange student.

When they got back, Mitch showed Scott to his room, and that was where he remained, unpacking, until it was time for dinner. He wrapped his arms around himself and followed Mitch to the dinner table, looking around curiously. Mike looked up from his phone and waved. "Hey, boys. Mom made hamburgers to celebrate Scott's first night in America," he said with a smile as they sat down. Mitch sighed and turned to Scott again to translate, though it took him a moment to work it out. "Mama machte hamburger, um Ihre erste nacht in Amerika zu feiern," (Mom made hamburgers to celebrate your first night in America.) he murmured, and understanding came over Scott's features. He hesitated for a moment, playing with his fingers. "I... I speak English," he said slowly with a thick German accent. "T-Try."