"Yes," I replied, looking forward.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes," I nodded. Then something dawned on me. He was giving me tips, for a speech. A speech I would have to give as a "veteran member" of the summer camp in front of 300 people. A speech I had completely forgotten about. Now I had another thing other than Elliot to be nervous about. How did I forget about that?
'But does he think you look good is the question you should be asking,' my subconscious asked.
"Merde (shit)," Elliot mumbled under his breath, hitting the breaks. I leaned forward in my seat from the sudden stop.
"Sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to break that hard."
"No it's fine," I waved him off. People in California drove like crazy and I actually found it odd that he apologized for such a small thing.
"There's a lot of traffic, everyone's trying to get into the car park."
"Didn't think many people would drive," I observed, considering basically everyone was a foreigner.
"Yeah, we came at peak time."
After a minute or so, he spoke up.
"Can you walk for a bit?" he asked, glancing at my shoes.
"Hell yeah," I smiled, these heels can't slow me down.
"Good. We're parking somewhere else," he said, a light smile on his face. He quickly swerved around a car, stepping on the gas. After about 3 blocks, Elliot pulled into a shopping complex parking lot that was basically empty.
"Perfect," I nodded, placing my hand on the door handle.
"Attends, attends, attends, (wait, wait, wait)" he blurted out quickly, making me stop. He got out of the car and hurried to my side before opening the door for me.
"I could get used to this," I chuckled, taking his extended hand. He smiled, shaking his head at my teasing tone. We walked in silence beside each other, my heels clicking every step. The sun was setting and twilight was upon us.
"So how long does this usually last?" I asked.
"You didn't come last year?"
"No, my flight got delayed actually so I came the next day."
"Oh, it's actually pretty fun, usually ends at 11:30."
"Oh, not too long."
"Mais il y a un loup (but there's a catch)," he added, turning slightly to look at me.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est (What's that?)"
"Afterwords, the older teens usually head to one of the counselors house. His name is Andre, he has a mansion."
"Oh wow," I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "What do you guys do?"
"Party. Get drunk," he shrugged, pouting his lower lip.
"Damn."
He chuckled lightly at my reaction. We had finally reached the reception hall. He swiftly pulled open the door.
"After you," he motioned.
"Merci monsieur," I winked, heading inside. I spotted Linette standing in line with Mathieu holding her entrance card.
"Oh you made it," Linette smiled, her eyes lightning up when she saw me. I gave her a quick hug, after admiring her outfit.
"You look so pretty!" she squealed. We had been in such a rush to leave that we didn't get a chance to really see our completed looks.
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Collecting Polaroids |Slowburn|
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