i'm gonna give all my secrets away ,

[bernard philippe chaton]

i need another story

need something that i can confess. my life gets kind of boring.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ALL MY SECRETS AWAY ! Bernard Chaton made his way down the streets of Lake Walters with black sunglasses on. Ah, summer. There was nothing like kicking it back and letting your feet feel the grass. This little town was the perfect place to relax. Enjoy nature. The sun was shining brightly today, allowing Bernie to wear his beige khaki shorts and red polo shirt. It had become a habit for him to take walks around town. This is what he did with his vacations in the South of France with his siblings and Mama. He recalled the memories of the country breeze blowing through his shaggy brunette hair. They were younger then, yes, but the fresh air was wonderful. It was one of the reasons why Bernie wanted to move into a small town. There might have been less people than New York City, however it was all a new adventure to him. It was about a year since he and his sister arrived in Lake Walters. Since it was still morning, Bernie decided to travel to the coffee shop and to make it more enjoyable, he invited his good friend, Liz Saunders, to tag along. Passing children that were playing four square, Bernie made a left turn to reach his destination. There was honestly nothing for him to do today other than work later. His sister told me before they left that they had to perform at six sharp tonight since more tourists were coming through the town on car trips. They absolutely adored it when he played popular songs on the piano, which meant that Bernard spent hours practicing at home. He enjoyed it anyway. Perhaps he would ask mother if they can ship his piano at home. It was so expensive though and many of his neighbors might become suspicious. You see, Bernie and his sister did not seem like broke musicians. They were actually related to a wealthy French family including trust funds and inheritances. No one in town knew about this. He was relieved that not even his friends had figured it out yet. As soon as Bernard reached the coffee shop, he waited in line patiently. He might as well get Liz's drink so she wouldn't have to wait. It took five minutes or so to pay and receive his drinks. There was a table open outside the shop with a large umbrella. He took a seat, spotting his friend in the distance. "Oh, cheri?" called out Bernie with a grin since he loved using his French accent around her. She was the only one he can talk to French to other than his sister. He motioned the empty seat he saved for her. He handed her coffee, "Here you go. Julie knew your order." The cashier, Julie, knew almost all the citizen's orders especially from recurring customers. He took a sip of his caramel latte and set it down. 482 WORDS , ELIZABETH SAUNDERS // ANNIE , HERE YOU GO!

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[elizabeth marie saunders]

tell me sweet french lies ,

Liz Saunders had been more than overworked these past few weeks. She arrived at the mayor’s home at seven and didn’t leave until sometime after eight each night that she worked, which just so happened to be practically every day the past for the past fourteen days. Although she absolutely loved every aspect of her job, being head housekeeper of the mayor did have its perks here and there, it was starting to wear on her. Liz hadn’t had a proper nights sleep for a while, mainly because when she got home there was things that needed to be done and she wasn’t able to even think about laying down until after ten. Then she was up at five the next day, ready to go delegate cleaning jobs once more. Finally, though, a free weekend had opened up and Liz jumped at the chance to get away from it all. She hadn’t been able to meet up with her friend, Bernie, until now and it was a much needed mini vacation. She smiled to herself that morning -- the alarm clock had gotten a break for once and didn’t sound until eight thirty.

The brunette spent most of her morning applying makeup and fixing her hair, just so it looked somewhat presentable for the little lunch break with her friend. She had known Bernie for just a few months, but the two had hit it off right away. They were both French, after all, and that helped to build the connection. After Liz moved to Lake Walters she hadn’t known anyone who could speak the language at all so it was a sort of you don’t use it, you lose it case. Then she met Bernie and the language came flooding back to her. Liz loved to speak with him -- he had a very nice French accent, a sophisticated one, if you will, whereas hers was more of a laid back, loose one.

The small, quaint coffee shop wasn’t too busy this morning when she walked in. Actually, it was lacking much of its business today, but that was alright with Liz. She didn’t like feeling too crowded in such a small space so this was just the perfect amount for her personal bubble. On her way into the structure she spied Bernie getting ready to sit down at a table outside, the ones with the large umbrellas that blocked out the sun. Liz loved those umbrellas, mostly because they reminded her of her homeland. She grinned playfully at him as he gestured to her seat. And there was his cute little accent. “Ah, bonjour amour!” A dainty smile slipped across her face as Liz sat down next to him. Bernie placed her order in front of her and she whispered a faint thank you. Her mocha brown eyes watched as he brought the hot cup of liquid to his lips. There was always something about drinking a latte that seemed sensual to her, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She had a good idea that it had to with lips and anything with lips was usually sensual. Removing those thoughts she focused on something that was more in the friends zone. “So how have you been? It seems like I haven’t seen you in ages!”

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notes: let the fun begin! | credit: made by me c;

[bernard philippe chaton]

i need another story

need something that i can confess. my life gets kind of boring.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ALL MY SECRETS AWAY ! Unlike his friend across the table, Bernie never really overworked for a day in his life. Music was the only job he had ever had. It was not like his mother would allow her children to roam the streets of New York to find part time jobs at a restaurant or clothing store. There were surely other people who needed the job more than them. Besides, when Bernie told his mother that he and his sister wanted to play music together, she was beyond thrilled. She constantly asked them as children to play music together even if half the time that led to immature arguments between the kids. Surprisingly, arguments were something this mother always handled in a calming manner. There seemed to be nothing that made her mood snapped, which was quite opposite to the crabby New Yorkers. They had no problem to say what was on their mind to random strangers. New York City was a place he hadn't been since Christmas when he and his sister visited their mother and stepfather. It was really a big change to moving from a large city to such a tiny town like this one. His mother was a bit upset that the two didn't continue their music careers at home. However, this became a nice little break for them, playing casual music at a cafe or bar. The best part was the flexible job hours. They only performed at nights, depending on the capacity of the venue. Their various bosses were also lenient on what type of music they played. Never in his life was Bernie able to explore such a variety of music in one place. He loved it. His dear friend, Liz, reminded him of his heritage constantly especially when they spoke French together. He and his sister didn't use it all the time unless they were around their mother. He missed the beautiful language. So, he never hesitated to use it around her then. He didn't realize that their accents were different though since his made him sound like the aristocrat he really was. Nevertheless, he was happy that Liz got some time off to hang out with him. He wondered what it was like being a maid for a mayor. In New York, he had maids, nannies, and butlers before, but he didn't think what it would be like in their shoes. Who would want to think about doing laundry as a kid? Bernie had to learn it the hard way when he accidentally mixed his whites and colors in the washing machine. "Everything's been fine. Work has been a bit more busy with all these tourists. How are you?" He knew that she was working herself hence the reason why they haven't seen each other that much lately. "Please tell me you're going to relax this weekend. You need a break." 475 WORDS , ELIZABETH SAUNDERS // ANNIE , (:

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[elizabeth marie saunders]

tell me sweet french lies ,

The weather outside was always beautiful during the balmy, Colorado summers. It hardly ever rained which was always welcomed in Liz’s mind. Nice was beautiful and all, but one thing about it that she absolutely despised was it rained almost every week. She smiled as the warmth from the sun’s rays surrounded her. The large patio umbrella over them blocked out the rays, but the warmth they left felt wonderful against her pale skin. Liz offered a pleasant smile at Bernie as they talked. Her brown eyes were mesmerized by his chiseled features. Sometimes she pretended that he was a statue made out of marble; he did have the appearance of someone great so it would only make sense in her mind. Liz twirled a loose lock of brunette hair in between her fingers, a habit she had when listening to someone talked. Those who didn’t know her too well would find it offensive and think she was bored, but this wasn’t the case. She really was interested in what her companion had to say.

She nodded her head softly in approval as he mentioned that his life was fine right now. It was good to hear that he wasn’t overworking himself and was finding time to relax, unlike herself. Then again in all the months that she had known Bernie she found that he wasn’t like most residents in the small Colorado town. He hardly ever worked, but had enough money for all of his expenses and such. It was a curious thing, and Liz hoped one day to find out just exactly how much money he made playing gigs at the local coffee houses. She just might have to learn an instrument after that. Smiling she shifted her weight in her chair and crossed her legs daintly. “I’m alright, I guess. Just tired.” Liz gave him a weak grin and took another petite sip of her latte. He was always too concerned with her wellbeing. Sometimes she felt as if he cared more about her than she cared about herself! “Aww, Bernie, I guess I can relax this weekend if it means that much to you,” she whimpered. The faint twinkling appeared in her dark brown eyes as she spoke. “But what about you? What have you got planned for yourself this weekend, amour?” She hoped that he would be free at least one of the days so they could catch up for the past missed weekends. Spending time with Bernie made her forget all about her job. He was funny and made her laugh, but more importantly he understood her. Many of her friends didn’t see why she kept working at a seemingly dead end job, but it was something she loved. Liz bit her lower lip timidly as she waited for him to answer.

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notes: (: | credit: made by me c;