Stripes, Checks, and Polka-Dots

David Brown is a tall, lanky redhead who has never really had the occasion to find out what infatuation truly felt like.
Grégoire and Marie-Ange Valmont are a pair of french twins who know exactly how to make his heart flutter.

After living in the US for five years, David followed his family back to England where they eventually signed him up at the town's secondary school where he met Grégoire and Marie-Ange. After being convinced by the twins to take French classes with them, David was soon dragged into their little world and, slowly but surely, a sweet bond knit itself between the three adolescents.

Stripes, Checks, and Polka-dots is a slice-of-life novel that'll take you on a stroll through these teenagers' lives, their ups and downs, happy moments and heartbreaks. Read with bliss! ♥


8. Chapter 8

Chaoter 8


The next day Angie and I had woken up at noon, though Greg had already been up for an hour or two. Angie had gone to her room to get changed and I just walked downstairs to see where Greg was.

He was in the kitchen, frying some eggs. He still hadn’t gotten changed, though. It was weird how comfortable he was with walking around in just a t-shirt and boxer shorts when his sister and one of his friends in the house. I know for sure that I couldn’t.

“Oh, you’re up.” He said, looking back to me with a grin “Slept well?”

“Yeah.” I replied blandly stretching out before I pulled up my jeans “I’m gonna have to leave soon. Mum’s probably pissed off because I stayed at your place and stuff.”

“You sound like there’s something you feel guilty about.” He said, turning around to face me.

“Me? Nah, bro, are you serious? I’m fine.”

He nodded a little condescendingly and turned back to the eggs he was frying, taking them out of the pan and putting them on the plate next to it.

“You kissed Angie last night, didn’t you?”

I was taken aback by the way he spoke. I gulped and bit my lip. He saw us, or he heard us, or whatever. I really hoped he wasn’t going to lash out at me. Greg was a nice guy, I liked him a lot and he was a good friend. I didn’t want to lose him over the fact that his sister kissed me while he was supposedly asleep.

I took in a quick breath and replied, deciding not to lie.

“Yeah, uh, about that—“


“Listen, Greg, I’m sorry, but shit got touchy-feely and I wasn’t sure if I should have stopped it or not. I mean, she’s the one who kissed me, I wasn’t going to push her away!”

He looked back at me a little skeptically and sighed, turning off the stove “Right.” He said with a sigh before he leaned back on the counter, looking up at me, chewing on the inside of his cheek again.

“Greg. I’m telling the truth.”

“No, no, I never said you weren’t. I’m just a possessive bastard is all.” He said simply. I blinked, not really understanding what he meant by that “Who am I to say who my sister kisses or not? I mean, you’re an okay guy and we both like you enough, so I guess that—nevermind.” he interrupted himself, scratching the back of his neck

“It was just a kiss, Greg.”

“I know. Just—don’t fuck with her feelings.” He told me as he walked past me into the hall and up the stairs before he called for his sister who scooted downstairs.

 I felt a little weird, seeing Angie in daylight after kissing her last night. I wouldn’t know exactly how to describe that kiss. It was… Wet. But not a bad kind of wet; it was smooth and sweet and it felt really nice. Her lips were warm against mine, and the feeling of her breasts squished against my chest was maddening.  It was just a kiss, one small kiss, but if felt like a little piece of heaven to me.
And to be honest, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have felt the same way if another girl had kissed me. It really felt good because, well, it was her, you know?

Angie was adjusting the bow in her hair as she came down the stairs and gave me a little wave, a small smile tugging on her lips. I smiled back and pushed up my glasses before I shoved my hands in my pockets, not really knowing what to do.

“I made you guys some eggs.” Said Greg, pointing back to the kitchen “And Mum called me this morning, she said she was really busy but that she’d be home on Wednesday.”

“Well that’s a good thing, right?” I asked. Greg shook his head.

“We’re busy on Wednesday. She doesn’t even know our schedule.” He said with a groan as we walked into the kitchen “This is what I mean when I say that she doesn’t care about us.”

Marie-Ange sighed and walked over to the stove to take the plate with the eggs and settled it down on the kitchen table “You two should eat.” She said, looking up to us.

Gregoire pushed the plate back over to her “You need to eat, Angie.” He said “And besides, I already had a sandwich, I made this for you guys.” He said, motioning to the plate.

“That’s so sweet of you…” cooed Angie with a small smile as she sat down at the kitchen table and took one of the eggs to put it on her plate. I sat down facing her and did the same, thanking Grégoire.

Greg then plopped down next to Angie and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before he spoke.

“So, Marie-Ange, is Davey, here, a good kisser?”

Angie dropped her fork and stared back at her brother, cheeks as pink as ripe peaches.

“Greg!” she squealed before she looked back at me as if to ask for an explanation.

“I heard you two last night.” He told her, giving her a little teasing shake. Marie-Ange sighed and bit her lip, looking back to Greg. He just smirked, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Is he a good kisser or not?”

“He is… I mean, it was nice, I guess…” stammered Angie, blushing madly as she looked back down at her egg. Greg licked his lips and looked back at me with a grin.

There was something about his grin that made me look down. He was so patronizing in that moment. In a ‘ha-ha I caught you two kissing now I have something to tease you about’ kind of way.

“Now eat up. I didn’t crack those eggs for nothing.” he said, patting his sister on the back.


When I got home later on, I immediately got on my computer to talk to Soo Yun. I hadn’t spoken to her in a week, and I guess she needed an update on the Marie-Ange situation.

“She kissed me last night.” I told her over Skype, grinning like an idiot.

“Good for you!” she squealed, clapping her hands excitedly “David, I’m so happy you have a girlfriend! I thought you’d be single your whole life!”

“Hey, what was that supposed to mean?” I snapped back before I laughed “I know I’m pathetic, but come on… But anyway, she’s not my girlfriend yet.”

“She isn’t?”

“Nah, I don’t… Think so?” I said, scratching the back of my head “I mean, it was just a kiss. Maybe it was just in the heat of the moment.”

“Did she say something about that?”

“Well no, but—“

“Then go ahead and ask her out! God, David, you’re so stupid at times!”

I sighed and looked away before I looked back at Soo Yun on the screen “I guess… I could do that.” I said with a sigh “I don’t wanna rush things though. She’ll think I’m a creep.”

Soo Yun rolled her eyes at me and yawned “Creep, creep, creep. She’ll think you’re a creep if you act like one, David. Do you act like one?”

“How would I know if I act creepily? Girls know when guys are creeps, and said guys don’t even have a clue!”

“Ah…” she sighed before she laughed “The eternal lack of communication between the genders will always amaze me.” She said with a grin.

“Don’t get into your philosophical BS, Soo.” I told her “Anyway, get your ass to bed, it’s nearly midnight for you.”

She poked her tongue out at me and waved me off, telling me that she wanted updates when things would start getting serious. I told her not to get her hopes up. She made a face before I heard her mother yelling at her in Korean, probably telling her to shut the computer and go to bed. Trust me, I don’t speak a word of the language, but I understood from the tone of her mother’s voice that she was pissed. Soo Yun shut her laptop with a loud ‘clack’ and the call ended.


On Monday I walked to school with the twins, as usual. Marie-Ange seemed happier than usual, chattering idly about this strange dream she had the other night (I was in it, apparently) and she was basically waking both Grégoire and I up. As we walked through the park I looked around. The green leaves had turned to brown and were falling down into the stream that crossed the park. The view was pretty and had I been an avid Instagram user I would have whipped out my phone to snap a picture, but alas, such frivolities seemed stupid to me… But not to Angie, apparently, who took a picture of the leaves that had fallen in the water before she joined us.

Grégoire finished his morning smoke before we walked through the school gates. He then turned to us and spoke “We’re playing against Rickmansworth this Saturday.” He told us, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Marie-Ange looked up to her brother and nodded “We’ll be there, then!” she said with a grin, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. I nodded at that and walked along with the twins over to the bench where they usually sat with their friends.

Connor and Gatsby were already there. The shorter lad looked down when we arrived, his face hidden by his blond curls. Gatsby shook Greg’s hand and Angie got on tiptoe to kiss him on both cheeks. Greg and Gatsby then proceeded to talk about their upcoming match, Connor sometimes joined in, giving an insight from time to time. I just stood there with Marie-Ange. We looked at each other a little awkwardly before she noticed Nathalie enter the school’s courtyard, waving at her excitedly.

It made me grin to see her in such a good mood. I didn’t exactly know why, but it just did.
When Nathalie came over to us, Angie hugged her and they started chattering as well. I just stood in the circle that had formed and listened to the conversation.

They talked for a while before the bell rang. We then walked into the building and through the corridors. I was then headed for French class with Gatsby. He looked up to me and nudged me with his elbow “So, it sounds like you’re gettin’ up close an’ personal with the twins.” He snarked, giving me a grin. I just blinked at that and shrugged, hands in my pockets as we walked into the classroom “I dunno what you’re talking about.” I replied, finding a seat. Gatsby sat down behind me and leaned over his desk “You and Greg, you’re becoming good friends, right?”

“Dude, I thought that only chicks were possessive about their best friends.” I told him, frowning a bit.

“Whoa, that’s a tad sexist, don’t ya think? Anyway, what I’m saying is… The twins? Great friends of mine. I love both of them to bits—platonically, of course.  Just… Careful with them. They’ve got layers you know? Don’t try to peel them away.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“Gatsby, stop your Master Yoda shit right know. What are you—“

“Why are you talking about Yoda?” asked a voice from the desk next to Gatsby’s. Kelly was sitting there, her French book on one side of the desk, her drawing pad on the other. I often wondered what she did to pass her classes, but whatever it was, it was working so far.

I blinked as she interrupted us and shrugged. Gatsby grinned and made himself Yoda ears out of his hands “Stop drawing instead of taking notes in class, you must.” He said in a gremlin-like voice before he snatched Kelly’s drawing pad from her desk. She squealed at that and tried to take it from him “Give it back, you idiot!” she whined while Gatsby held the notebook up high while looking through it “Why are you drawing naked people, Kelly? Are you in need? Do you need to see someone naked, Kelly?”

I just watched without saying a word. It was entertaining enough, though I wasn’t sure if he was joking or if he was seriously making fun of her.

“You’re such a little pervert, Kelly.” Cooed Gatsby. Kelly blushed furiously and glared at him. “I could soothe your urges you know, you feisty little Chinese girl, you.”

Kelly’s glare intensified as she grabbed her drawing pad back from him “I’m Taiwanese, you dipshit.”

“Same thing.”

“Fuck off.”

I turned back to look towards the blackboard, not wanting to meddle with what was happening between Kelly and Gatsby. All I knew was that Gatsby was probably sporting his trademark shit-eating grin as he teased the poor girl.

“How can you be friends with that ass?” she whispered to me, brows furrowed. I shrugged and looked back to Gatsby who wiggled his fingers condescendingly at us.

“You both love me, admit it.”

“Brown, Wong, and Thompson. If you’d please silence yourselves for us to start the class.” Snapped Mr. Tremblay with his thick French-Canadian accent. Grégoire often told me that Québec French was crap, though I only thought that it was him being eurocentric. I thought that Tremblay’s French was nice to listen to and easier to copy, since it was mixed with English sonorities.

Kelly, Gatsby and I sat in our chairs and paid attention to what the teacher was saying. I waited there, taking notes and listening. When the hour was over we all got up and Gatsby and I walked towards the Spanish class where the others were.


Class after class, I was more and more bored. My last class of the day was science, and since it was October and the teacher had gotten used to us so he let us sit wherever we wanted. I was next to Greg for the whole class and we talked instead of studying. The hour was over then, so we all walked out, Greg went over to join Gatsby because they had to talk about the match (and smoke, obviously) so he told me to walk Angie home and do some French with her while I was at it. Then Gatsby made a rather raunchy remark at me before I walked back to the bench when I usually waited for her. I waited a minute, then two, then five, then ten, and she still wasn’t here. The courtyard was beginning to be empty so I got up and walked around. Nathalie was nowhere to be found so I couldn’t ask her, so I decided to go look around the building where her last class had been when I heard a loud whimper come from behind a corner followed by a thud. A bag was thrown in my direction so I stepped back and pressed myself against the wall.

Then I heard a guy’s voice come up. His voice was familiar, all too familiar, and I hated it with all my guts when I recognized it.

“What are you crying for, fatty?~” 

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