Chapter Two
"Look at this view!" screamed Sidney. "Can te believe that this architecture dated all the way back to secondo world war. It still stands today!"
"Blah! Can te see these malls! Now this what te should be screaming about," detto Simone. She snapped a picture with her old blackberry. It wasn't as cool as Brooke's iPhone but she wasn't complaining.
"Think about something other then malls," detto Sidney.
"Is that even possible?" joked Lauren.
They were all riding in a used car that Mr. Rivers had bought. Simone's Aunt Tracey lived in Paris and they thought it would be a good idea to visit her. Their aunt had been begging them to come out and see her since Simone was born. They thought now would be a good time.
Her apartment was located right in the cuore of Paris so it was very hard for them to avoid traffic.
"I bet she has a big house," detto Simone.
"Simone," detto her father, "Your aunt lives in an apartment building and she was kind enough to let your Friends come too. There isn't much room for everybody anyways."
"Aww, that sucks!" Simone turned to her Friends for comfort.
Being the friend she is, Faye changed the subject. "Let's talk about Caleb."
"Oh god! He was so cute," detto Lauren.
"He seemed way più interested in Simone them he was with us," added Sidney. "Did te see the way he looked at her and how they kept talking through the whole plane ride."
"I was in shock when he gave Simone his number. That new hairstyle is really working for te Simone," detto Faye. Faye was the only one whoever complemented Simone's new hair. The others were a little unhappy with it. It just didn't seem right for Simone to have bangs.
"Do te wanna call him?" asked Sidney. Before Simone could answer, Sidney was digging through her borsa for her phone. She shoved it in Simone's face. "Call him now."
Simone dialed his number and after two rings someone picked up. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" detto a man who wasn't Caleb. His voice was hoarse and deep.
"Um, I am looking for a Caleb," detto Simone.
"I'm sorry miss but my boy has been foolish. He gave te this number and he shouldn't have. If te have any concerns for your health, I would advise te to never call here again. Caleb only brings trouble." Then he hung up. He detto the last part as if it was amusing to him. Oddly enough, the voice sounded familiar as if the person was a friend of some sort.
"Did he answer?" asked a hopeful Sidney.
"I . . . I think his father answered," replied Simone.
"Well, what did he say?" probe Lauren.
"He said," began Simone. Something didn't add up but she wasn't about to confess the theory that was already formulating in her mind. It wasn't the right time. When the right time would be, she didn't know. "He detto that Caleb was unavailable. He detto call back later."
"Your apartment room is amazing," complemented Faye as the girl examined the room.
"Thank te Faye," detto Aunt Tracey in a perfect American accent. "I have worked hard to get it this way. It took tons of money but I finally got my dream apartment room."
"Who dreams about living in an apartment," mumbled Simone. She wasn't really a girl who loved small places. Apartment buildings had tons of rooms that were very small. This one included.
Aunt Tracey's apartment consisted of paintings of important people in french history. She has a plasma tv set up on the bacheca but unfortunately all of the channels were in french. She had a view of the neighborhood and a very classical kitchen. Everything appeared fancy but having fancy things in a tiny apartment didn't make te seem any richer. Their was a white leather divano that had cup holders installed. Their was only two bedrooms. One for Aunt Tracey and the rest of the adults and he for the girls. It was going to be very crowded.
"I can't wait to mostra te around the city of Paris tomorrow," detto Aunt Tracey. "If Helen doesn't come in time I might have to let someone else take you."
"Whose Helen?" asked Sidney.
"The Amore of my life," replied Aunt Tracey.
"Look at this view!" screamed Sidney. "Can te believe that this architecture dated all the way back to secondo world war. It still stands today!"
"Blah! Can te see these malls! Now this what te should be screaming about," detto Simone. She snapped a picture with her old blackberry. It wasn't as cool as Brooke's iPhone but she wasn't complaining.
"Think about something other then malls," detto Sidney.
"Is that even possible?" joked Lauren.
They were all riding in a used car that Mr. Rivers had bought. Simone's Aunt Tracey lived in Paris and they thought it would be a good idea to visit her. Their aunt had been begging them to come out and see her since Simone was born. They thought now would be a good time.
Her apartment was located right in the cuore of Paris so it was very hard for them to avoid traffic.
"I bet she has a big house," detto Simone.
"Simone," detto her father, "Your aunt lives in an apartment building and she was kind enough to let your Friends come too. There isn't much room for everybody anyways."
"Aww, that sucks!" Simone turned to her Friends for comfort.
Being the friend she is, Faye changed the subject. "Let's talk about Caleb."
"Oh god! He was so cute," detto Lauren.
"He seemed way più interested in Simone them he was with us," added Sidney. "Did te see the way he looked at her and how they kept talking through the whole plane ride."
"I was in shock when he gave Simone his number. That new hairstyle is really working for te Simone," detto Faye. Faye was the only one whoever complemented Simone's new hair. The others were a little unhappy with it. It just didn't seem right for Simone to have bangs.
"Do te wanna call him?" asked Sidney. Before Simone could answer, Sidney was digging through her borsa for her phone. She shoved it in Simone's face. "Call him now."
Simone dialed his number and after two rings someone picked up. "Hello?"
"Who is this?" detto a man who wasn't Caleb. His voice was hoarse and deep.
"Um, I am looking for a Caleb," detto Simone.
"I'm sorry miss but my boy has been foolish. He gave te this number and he shouldn't have. If te have any concerns for your health, I would advise te to never call here again. Caleb only brings trouble." Then he hung up. He detto the last part as if it was amusing to him. Oddly enough, the voice sounded familiar as if the person was a friend of some sort.
"Did he answer?" asked a hopeful Sidney.
"I . . . I think his father answered," replied Simone.
"Well, what did he say?" probe Lauren.
"He said," began Simone. Something didn't add up but she wasn't about to confess the theory that was already formulating in her mind. It wasn't the right time. When the right time would be, she didn't know. "He detto that Caleb was unavailable. He detto call back later."
"Your apartment room is amazing," complemented Faye as the girl examined the room.
"Thank te Faye," detto Aunt Tracey in a perfect American accent. "I have worked hard to get it this way. It took tons of money but I finally got my dream apartment room."
"Who dreams about living in an apartment," mumbled Simone. She wasn't really a girl who loved small places. Apartment buildings had tons of rooms that were very small. This one included.
Aunt Tracey's apartment consisted of paintings of important people in french history. She has a plasma tv set up on the bacheca but unfortunately all of the channels were in french. She had a view of the neighborhood and a very classical kitchen. Everything appeared fancy but having fancy things in a tiny apartment didn't make te seem any richer. Their was a white leather divano that had cup holders installed. Their was only two bedrooms. One for Aunt Tracey and the rest of the adults and he for the girls. It was going to be very crowded.
"I can't wait to mostra te around the city of Paris tomorrow," detto Aunt Tracey. "If Helen doesn't come in time I might have to let someone else take you."
"Whose Helen?" asked Sidney.
"The Amore of my life," replied Aunt Tracey.