Sois la bienvenue dans mon coeur brisé.~Janie

[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

Tristan was early. And considering Janie was always late, he had some time on his hands. He didn't mind Janie being late usually he was a bit behind too. But today he had everything ready and he even brought chocolate-covered strawberries from his Gourmet Desserts class. A high school French book, four strawberries in a plastic container and a huge empty auditorium.

Tristan reached into his back pocket and found nothing. He must have left his lighter in his other jeans. He got up and walked around the stage waiting.

"Pute!Pute!" Tristan grumbled as his foot hit a solid object. He looked down to see a piano. A simple thing right in the shadows of the stage. He lifted the top and tapped on one of the keys. It made a louder sound than Tristan expected and he looked around. No one was there and Janie wouldn't arrive for another twenty minutes at least. Maybe he could...

Tristan pulled out the stool and sat down. After getting comfortable he began playing a little tune. The piano's sound was very beautiful. Tristan paused and wondered what to play. He then thought of a sound that he learned back when he was taking lessons.

He began to play the song and the words came to him instantly.

"La lune, trop bleme,
pose un diadème..."

[janie0blake]

One Day I'll Fly Away
Leave all this to Yesterday

what more could Your Love
Do For Me?
when will L - O - V - E be
Through with Me?
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Janie was actually early for once, and felt rather proud of herself for doing so. She'd bothered packing before the final bell, insisting to her friends that she had something after school. They all seemed to think she had a date, but Janie had denied this. Tristan was a friend, a wonderful friend. Not to say she wouldn't be open to it... But she doubted Tristan would be. She was way too messed up to get such a good guy. If she wanted it she'd have to straighten her life out, but the only problem with that was that she didn't have the slightest idea where to start.

She supposed that caring a little more about her schoolwork would help. Or at least that's what she'd told herself to justify coming early. He might not even be there yet as according to her tutor he was usually running a little behind. Of course, that might've been just to make her not feel bad about being late. Besides, the lesson was in the auditorium today, which she had access to whenever she needed it, so even if Tristan wasn't there just yet it wouldn't matter. At least as far as getting in counted.

However, as she was about to open the door she heard peculiar music coming from the other side. Opening it quietly, she saw Tristan sitting at the piano, playing a song. He began to sing and her heart caught in her throat in surprise. His voice was beautiful! She walked towards him, and slowly realized she recognized the song. She mouthed the words along with him, and as she walked onto the stage she began to sing with him, though an octave higher as the normal range was too low for her.

"Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
Petite mandigotte je sens ta menotte qui cherche ma main
Je sens ta poitrine et ta taille fine
J'oublie mon chagrin
Je sens sur tes levres une odeur de fievre de gosse mal nourri
Et sous ta caresse je sens une ivresse qui m'aneantit."

Janie sat on the piano bench as she sang and even played a bit of her melody on the keys, but stopped to hear Tristan play. He was wonderful. Even more so than she thought.

"Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux
Et voila qu'elle trotte la lune qui flotte, la princesse aussi
La da da da da da na na na na
Mes reves epanouis
Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux misereux
Les ailes du moulin protegent les amoureux."

As the song ended, Janie frowned. She had felt extremely happy singing along with him, but the silence left by the ending was not awkward as she expected it to be, but nice and comfortable. Very comfortable.

"Were you lying before or are you running a little early today, Frenchie?" Janie asked with a small giggle. She played the melody again, absentmindedly plucking the keys waiting for a response.[/center]

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

Tristan got into the music and failed to notice the door shut with a clang. He did notice, however, a beautiful light melody intertwining with his. He looked up to see Janie, early. She was smiling and Tristan kept playing. She sat down next to him on the bench and played along with him. Her voice sang a high melody that seemed to dance around his ears and if he didn't know any better he would have guessed an angel was serenading along with him. The song ended and Tristan was tempted to start it up again.

"Were you lying before or are you running a little early today, Frenchie?"

He watched her delicate fingers play the keys and realized she had asked him a question. "Oui, I mean I am a little early but so are you," he pointed out looking up at her only to look down again. He found himself overrun by the temptation to brush the hair away from her face and stroke her cheek and he knew that wasn't appropriate but the feeling still lingered. Along with some other feelings he had been hiding.

He gently pulled her hand away from the keys and closed the top. "I must say you have a wonderful voice," he stated. He held her hand for a few more seconds than necessary and debated leaving it there. Instead he got up from the stool and pulled her a little sporting a devilish grin. "And I wish I could hear it some more sometime," He spun her around and kissed her hand before he let got of it. With him, this usually was just a playful gesture but it meant something different this time. He sighed. "But sadly we- you must learn French," he said. He sat down at the end of the stage, invited Janie to join him and grabbed the book. As he flipped through the pages he muttered, "L'amour est l'amitié mise le feu."

[janie0blake]

One Day I'll Fly Away
Leave all this to Yesterday

what more could Your Love
Do For Me?
when will L - O - V - E be
Through with Me?
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Janie glanced her hand as she noticed where he looked. With a grin she remembered that she'd never even told him she could play, and she was pretty sure she'd never sung in front of him unless... Well, at least she'd never sung in front of him any times before that she could remember. She grimaced to herself for half a second, then it was gone again, the evidence of how she hated herself. It was replaced by the same playful smirk she'd grown accustomed to showing around him. An expression she showed if she knew you well and was happy when being with you, but other than that would stay off of her face or appear as a fake.

"Oui, I mean I am a little early but so are you,"

Her smile turned sheepish as the honest answer blurted out of her before she could think of how else to respond. "I just really wanted to see you, Tristan," she admitted. Using his real name was a rarity in itself, and it was weird to think of how some things had recently changed between them. It wasn't a bad change, it was just one that she wasn't altogether sure about.

A low tingling ran through her as his hand grasped hers, and she couldn't help the red on her cheeks as he complimented, twirled, and kissed her(if only on the hand, shame as it was). "I never knew you could sing, Frenchie. You have a really good voice." Ugh. Here he had been, being so eloquent and just so damn.... French, while all she could pull out was a 'really good.' "I mean... It's the same with your cooking, I'm surprised that you're not professional with how you sound and how you cook."
'That's better,' she rewarded herself.

Moving to where he had sat down, she sat next to him and drew her legs up to her chest before comfortably wrapping her arms around them and laying her head on its side as she watched her tutor with more interest than usual showing in her eyes. She watched the book for a moment, and giggled a bit. "I suppose you would be learning French too if you didn't already know it,"[/b] she teased his little slip-up, then moved her head to sit straight. "L'amour est l'amitie mise le feu...."[/b] she repeated with some concentration. "What does that mean?" she asked, curious.[/center]

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

"I just really wanted to see you, Tristan," Janie blurted out.
Tristan blinked. He was nearly at a loss for words. He knew she wasn’t kidding around or anything when she said it either. It was all truth. He didn’t know what to say. Why? Why did she want to see him? That was the question. She even used “really”. Was he burying his feelings for no reason? Did she like him too? All of these thought flew through his head and still he managed to say, “Me too, Janie.” A crooked smile played across his face.

Tristan had heard the compliments before from many but coming from Janie they seemed more genuine then all those people put together. “Merci! If I could put the two together I would. Maybe I could open a restaurant like the Starlight diner on Broadway where all the waiters sing and…” He stopped himself realizing that he was babbling to cover up the feelings of hope. “Heh, it is silly, no?” Had she blushed when he kissed her hand? Well, all the girls who liked it did, but was she one to enjoy such old customs? He was really wearing himself out with all these questions.

He smiled at her comment but it soon went away when he realized she heard his. “Your French is sounding better. Maybe my accent is rubbing of on you?” he teased trying to avoid the question. He looked do in the book and decided to do some review. “Let us try conversing. Bonjour. Comment allez vous?”

[janie0blake]

One Day I'll Fly Away
Leave all this to Yesterday

what more could Your Love
Do For Me?
when will L - O - V - E be
Through with Me?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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“Me too, Janie.”[/i]

Whew. At least he didn't seem to dwell on it too much... Though she could see it cross through his mind, at least in passing. Damn her big mouth... Though he at least sounded genuine in the returned feelings. Ugh, that made it sound like she'd just confessed her love to him like they were in some silly disney channel show. Well, at least it wasn't a lifetime movie. Those things were depressing. The Frenchman brought her out of her thoughts with a response to her compliments.

“Merci! If I could put the two together I would. Maybe I could open a restaurant like the Starlight diner on Broadway where all the waiters sing and… Heh, it is silly, no?”

At this, Janie couldn't help but grin and chuckle a little. "Ahhh, I haven't been there in a while... It's not that silly, though. Maybe you could start a Canadian branch? Our restaurant has a few spin-offs in Canada, so my dad might be able to help if you want... she said, then blinked to herself and smiled. "Heh. I guess we both tend to ramble a bit now an then, huh?" she pointed out, scratching the back of her head a little nervously before shifting to sit with her knees to the side.

“Your French is sounding better. Maybe my accent is rubbing of on you?”

"Maybe so,"[/b] she agreed simply, and glanced to where his smile had briefly been present. He'd avoided the question... She'd have to look that up later. Maybe Google Translate it.

“Let us try conversing. Bonjour. Comment allez vous?”[/i]

Janie nodded, a concentrated look coming over her as the lesson began. 'Well, it can't all be fun and games... Though Tristan makes everything fun anyways,' she mused before responding with a small smile. "Bonjour, Professeur. Je suis bien, merci. Comment allez vous?" [/center]

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[MICHEAL "MIKEY" COLBERT]

Tristan’s mind was in a bit of a whirl but he tried to ignore it. They were just there for a tutoring session. She probably just had a lot of French questions. Yes, that was it. “Heh, yes.” He was rambling wasn’t he? Best to stop that. Janie seemed to drop the question pretty easily. Tristan was happy she didn’t know French that well or else… well he would have felt pretty embarrassed. But why? He’s all for romance usually. Janie was pretty-beautiful but… but what? He couldn’t find a reason really. He’d had many girlfriends before and most of them ended well. Though it has been almost a year since he’s felt like this about somebody. He thought about it a bit longer. Could he possibly be nervous about liking Janie? Maybe…

“Bonjour, Professeur. Je suis bien, merci. Comment allez vous?"

He tried not to snicker. Her French is so cute. He made a trying-not-to-laugh face and replied. “Bien. Vous aiment quelques fraises?” he asked. Tristan picked up the tupperware counter and and opened it. The sweet perfume of strawberries and chocolate filled the air. He offered her one and let his mind soak in the fact of new feelings for his tutee. These feelings seemed different than his usual fondness but that might just be because it’s been awhile.

[janie0blake]

One Day I'll Fly Away
Leave all this to Yesterday

what more could Your Love
Do For Me?
when will L - O - V - E be
Through with Me?
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Janie yawned slightly. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Not because she'd been up all night worried about this tutoring session since it was the first since she'd run into him stoned then stayed at his house, though she had stayed up reviewing every bit of French notes she'd ever taken that she still had... No, she had been up all night because one of her friends (well, "friends") had called her right after she'd finally managed to fall asleep past the butterflies in her stomach to come pick him up in some alley where he'd just gotten mugged for his entire stash.

Of course she'd gone to go help him and make sure he was okay... Only to find that he'd hallucinated the whole thing and had simply smoked his entire stash and wanted some of hers. She'd told the bastard that she didn't have any in her pajamas when she was called in the middle of the night, but he insisted on her at least walking him home. This turned into dragging him to his apartment and dumping him on his couch with a note telling him to call someone else next time he was stoned. If she hadn't taken three showers and put on a little perfume she would probably still smell like the guy and the alley she'd found him in, and she smelled her hair self-consciously when Tristan turned away.

She hated her old crowd. She was annoyed with all of them, and they'd started asking if she had anything extra at school. She'd told them she didn't carry publicly anymore, and some were starting to treat her like an outcast. Of course pretty much everyone at the high school knew that she'd been part of that crowd, and she wasn't exactly private about it outside of Baum. She wouldn't be surprised if the druggies at Barrie were waiting for a girl with a wicked stash to show up. Ugh.

Coming back to reality as Tristan moved, she shook the negative thoughts from her mind as the brooding and frustrated look was easily readable on her face. Noting his own expression, she smiled playfully at him. Everything about her brightening instantly when she saw the strawberries. "Ah, Oui! J'adore les fraises!" she responded, clapping and leaning towards before looking up at him with a sheepish look. She took a strawberry and bit into it happily. "Mon ami, j'adore les fruits." [/center]

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