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! ♥


11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11


I was ecstatic. Angie was going to stay at my place tonight and I was just feeling amazing. We walked home together, hand in hand, though I let go of her hand to look for my house keys in my pocket. I opened the door and let Marie-Ange walk in first.

She looked lovely today, really, she did. She wore a white and burgundy polka-dotted top, a black skirt and cardigan, and had her usual necklace around her neck, the point of the little golden heart pointing to her bosom.

I did my best not to keep my eyes on her for too long, I wasn’t a creep, after all, or so I hoped.  

The cat that often stayed at our place walked around the sofa in the living room mewling. He ran towards us and rubbed itself against my legs, purring. I picked him up and Angie smiled, coming closer to pet his head lovingly.

"He’s so cute!" she told me with a smile.

“Wanna hold him?” I asked, offering the cat to her. She nodded and held her arms out for him warmly. She held the cat against her plentiful chest as he kneaded it with his paws. Damn that cat, I wanted to be him right now.

“What’s it’s name?” she asked

“We dunno.” I told her “He hasn’t got an owner, but the guy who sold us the house told us that it often stays around this house for food, so he’s practically ours. I like to call him Douchebag.” I told her. She let out a small laugh at that.

“Why Douchebag?”

“Oh, man, where do I start? He wakes me up in the mornings, he scratches my bedsheets rather than the post we set up for him in the living room... He’s a little douchebag, aren’t you, Douchebag?” I asked the cat who just stared at me dully. I then looked back to Angie and ran a hand through my hair.” Do you want something to drink?” I asked her, walking over to the kitchen. She followed me with Douchebag in her arms, the little fucker still kneading her breasts while looking at me with his big grey eyes. I swore that if cats could have facial expressions, he would be sporting a condescending smirk while he groped my girlfriend… If I could even call her my girlfriend.

Marie-Ange put the cat on the floor and looked around, shrugging “I’ll take whatever you have.”

“Well, we don’t have strawberry tea but… Uh, is normal tea okay?” I asked. She nodded, watching as Douchebag walked over to his bowl, meowing loudly so I would feed him.

“Wait a minute.” I told her before I took the catfood and fed the cat before I looked back up to her. She held her hands together and nodded

“Normal tea is fine.” She told me.

“I’ll get you that right away!” I replied as I put the kettle on. I then leaned against the counter and studied Angie who waited for the tea to be ready.

She really, really was pretty, no matter how ugly others make her feel. She was a big girl? Why even bring that up? I didn’t care all that much, and if I did care, it would only be to give her curves all the positive attention that they deserve. Now I knew who the source of her self-consciousness was. I needed to convince her that Alex was a cunt and that she shouldn’t worry about him… But how, that was the question.

I wanted to kiss her there and then, though perhaps I should give up on trying to kiss her spontaneously, as she didn’t seem to like that.

She looked up to me with her big blue eyes and a smiled as she got closer to me. I licked my lips and opened my mouth to speak “So, uh, do you wanna watch a movie tonight?”

She blinked at that and looked up to me “You want to… Watch a movie?” she asked, as if I were joking.

“Well yeah, isn’t that what we usually do?” I asked casually. She blushed and looked away, letting out a nervous giggle.

“Oh… I thought you meant you wanted to… You know. When you said your parents weren’t home and all that…” she said, fiddling with her hair.

I stared at her for a second. Wait, wait, wait, did she seriously think I was inviting her over to have sex with me? I mean—sure, I had thought about it, I just wanted to have my hands all over her and tell her how gorgeous she was… But I didn’t really mean for it to happen. I didn’t think it would. It was all happening so fast. I had only kissed her for the first time last week, after all.

“Oh… Oh!” I stammered, blushing furiously “That’s not what I meant! I mean… I mean, unless you wanna, but, uh… Uh. Yeah.” I said with a gulp.

“God, I’m so sorry, I said something stupid again, didn’t I?” she said, looking away “You probably think I’m—“

“No! I don’t think anything! It’s just that, uh, I wasn’t expecting you to think that, I genuinely wanted to just watch a movie together…” I said with a gulp, pushing up my glasses before I looked back to her.

“Oh…” she said, looking down, fiddling with her fingers again as she walked over to me “But… You know, we could cuddle, if you’d want to.” She said softly, reaching to hold my hand.

Yes. Hell yes. Hell fucking yes.

This was amazing. That was great, that was good. I needed that, I needed her to make the first move, because I would have felt too awkward to do it myself.

I gulped and nodded “Uh, okay, sure!” I said with a grin.

“But… I don’t want to do… It, tonight. Is that okay?” she asked, looking up to me. I nodded enthusiastically, though I did not let her see how happy I was even at the idea of just cuddling with her.

I looked down on her and smiled before I leaned down to her level “I’m going to kiss you.” I said. She bit her lip and nodded slowly.

My thin lips pressed themselves against Marie-Ange’s plump ones. She let out a small moan and quickly wrapped her arms around me, holding onto the back of my shirt. We then pulled away from each other and looked into each other’s eyes. Angie quickly averted her eyes and lowered her hand to take mine.

I ran my thumb over her knuckles lovingly and smiled at her, searching for her blue eyes. Once she looked back up at me, I felt butterflies in my stomach, I felt so lucky that she liked me.

The kettle interrupted us with a high-pitched ‘ding’ as we were going to kiss again. I pulled away from her and took a mug out of the cupboard above, put a teabag in it, poured the boiling water over it and put some sugar in it before I handed Marie-Ange her drink.

She smiled and sipped on her tea after she mumbled a small ‘thank you’. I helped myself to a glass of coke and wondered what I could say or do to keep the conversation going…

Then I started to wonder what all that Westwood business was about. Who was that man? Why did he need to talk to Grégoire? Also, why did he touch her face like that earlier today?

I needed to know.

“Say, Angie…” I started, taking a sip from my coke. Marie-Ange looked up and put her mug down on the counter, looking up to me.

I pushed up my glasses and spoke up.

“You know, I was thinking about Westwood… Who is he?”

“What do you mean? I already told you everything I knew.” She told me, brushing a lock of her silky black hair behind her ear. “He’s a wealthy businessman who’s friends with high-placed people in the sports industry—especially rugby players and their coaches. He also likes to watch our matches out of pure entertainment, I guess.”

“No, no I knew that, but he knows your name. He calls you ‘Miss Valmont’ and stuff, where did you meet him?”

She blinked at that and thought for a second, probably weighing her words “Well…” she started “He and Greg are friendly, in a way. Mr. Weswtood admires his, er, skills, and Greg is trying to make the most of it so he can play pro. “

“And how come he knows you?”

“I’m Grégoire’s sister. We’re like a package, if you know one of us, you ought to treat the other equally… Alex didn’t do that, and now, well…”

“Let’s not talk about that cunt—sorry. Didn’t mean to use that word. Bastard, I mean bastard.”

“It’s okay, you can call him whatever you want.” She told me softly, looking away.

Then came a small silence. We shouldn’t talk about Alex, even if Marie-Ange was the one who brought it up.

Angie smiled softly at me and bit her lip before she walked over to me and hugged me “Thank you for being so nice to me.”

I blinked and ran a hand through her hair, sniffing it again. She still smelled like strawberries and I loved it.

“It’s nothing, really.” I said “It’s because I really, really like you.” I murmured into her ear. Once again, I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but… Maybe such strong feelings would scare her off.

As she hugged me, I felt her soft, warm breasts pressed against me, and I grinned, tilting my head to the side before I leaned in. Angie took my face in her hands and got on tiptoe to kiss me once again.

When we broke the kiss I licked my lips and brushed some hair out of her face with a smile.

“Wanna go to my room?” I asked a little daringly.

She nodded and took my hand, picking up her bag and looking up to me.

“Lead the way.”


When we got to my room, I needed to calm down. I felt so blissful that we were together, there and then.

Angie settled her bag down on the floor and looked around.

My room was a bit of a mess, with dirty clothes here and there, books and videogame boxes on the floor, on my bed, and clogging up my desk.

“Wait a minute.” I told Angie, rushing over to my bed to take the books and clothes that were on it and put them on a pile on the floor.

Angie giggled “You’re worse than my brother.” She said, with a smile.

“I know.” I said “Well…” I said, stepping back and holding my arms out “This is my burrow. If the princess would ever so kindly sit down…” I said rather theatrically, motioning to my bed.

She smiled and sat down, keeping her knees together in a rather feminine manner. She was cute. God damn, she was cute. I wanted to take her there and then, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I just sat down next to her and held her face in my hands before I kissed her again as sweetly as I could.

She let out a little moan and wrapped her arms around me. She parted her lips and I allowed myself to slip my tongue in. She did the same and we just… Kissed. It felt weird at first, though I quickly got used to it. I even started liking it after a while.

Then we parted and I grinned, a small trail of saliva connecting us. Marie-Ange blushed furiously and wiped her lips , smudging her lipstick just a bit. I smiled and leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips.

“Can I touch you?” I asked, motioning to her hips. She hesitated for a moment before she nodded, taking off her black cardigan. I placed my hands on her hips and leaned over to kiss her again, my glasses askew.

Angie took off my glasses and looked up, her plump lips slightly parted before she put them on my night stand. I reached to stroke her hair as gently as I could. She hummed and smiled weakly, looking up to me with her bright blue eyes.

She then looked away, thinking for a moment before she looked back up hesitantly.

“Could you… Tell me I’m pretty?” she asked boldly “Please?”

I blinked at her request, then I felt a slight pain in my chest. Her demand sounded awfully sincere. It wasn’t out of vanity that she wanted me to tell her that. She needed to be reassured. She needed me to tell her that to boost her broken confidence.

It just showed that someone had broken her enough for her to feel the need to ask to be told she was ‘pretty’. She wasn’t just pretty. She was more than that and I absolutely needed to tell her that.

I smiled at her genuinely and kissed her cheek while still stroking her hair before I whispered in her ear.

“You’re gorgeous.”

I felt her tense up at that. She stared at me for a moment before she hugged me tightly and whimpered. I panicked at bit at that and held her shoulders before I stared at her “Angie, is everything alright? Did I say something wrong? Angie?” I asked her frantically, staring at her tear-filled eyes.

She bit her lip and leant in to hug me again, kissing my lips.

That was weird. I went with it anyway.

We leant down on the bed and cuddled, our legs entwining as we hugged each other tightly, whispering sweet nothings to each other. I chuckled, she giggled, we kissed over and over. I couldn’t help but wonder what Greg would think of all this.

I was there, cuddling with his sister, having a good time with her, making her laugh and smile… He told me not to fuck with her feelings, and I had no intention of doing so. I was just so damn happy to be there with her.

We leant in for another kiss, I looked into her eyes as lovingly as possible and then… Then…

Then my phone rang. I groaned loudly, giving Marie-Ange a quick kiss.

“I gotta get that.” I told her. She nodded.

“It’s okay.” She said.

“It could be my—“

“Your parents, I know.”

I nodded and took my phone.

It wasn’t Mum.

It wasn’t Dad either.

It was Connor.

I quirked a brow and looked back at Marie-Ange, she nodded at me, encouraging me to pick it up.

I pressed the green key on my phone’s screen and brought it to my ear.


“David! Hi!” called a voice from the other end of the line. Connor sounded nervous, scared even. I mean, it was understandable, after all. 

Connor was a very mild boy from a very religious family. So, obviously, the fact that I caught him doing the nasty with another guy wasn’t exactly something he wanted many people to know about.

“Hey, Connor, uh…” I looked back at Marie-Ange “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, David…” he mumbled like a kid “Just… please don’t tell anybody about what you saw today. Please!”

“I wasn’t planning on telling anybody.”

“Oh? Oh! Oh my God thank you, thank you!” he stammered. I swore that at that moment he started crying “God, my life would be ruined if you told anybody!”

“That’s not gonna happen, Connor, don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy.” Thought I could be, if I wanted, but Connor, despite the fact that he had the body of a man, still acted like a kid. I felt bad for him, so I didn’t want to scare him off.

“Thank you so much.”

“It’s nothing, really… Listen, I need to go, I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”

“Uh-huh! Oh and, David?”


“Don’t even tell Angie.” He told me. I looked back at her and sighed.

“My lips are zipped.”

“Okay, great!” he said with a shaky voice, probably after all the crying he did. He sniffled and hung up. I looked back at Angie and threw my phone on the other side of the bed.

“Where were we?” I asked with a grin. Marie-Ange looked up to me with a smile before she pulled me down on the bed and nuzzled my cheek. She then kissed me again, running a hand through my hair.

This night was going to be a good night.

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