With my friend in France

Chapter one

The reason why I had to go to France

I'm tired and I didn't even do anything all day long. I only went to school and suffered through the classes. Did that tire me out this much? It's possible, but I'm not sure of it. All I know is that I'm extremely tired. Maybe it's still from yesterday. Now that I think about it, it was a rough day and I didn't get much sleep last night. I got a C from History. It's not my greatest subject but I always managed to pull an A-, but not yesterday. My so-called friend wouldn't stop bothering me until I helped them cheat and I didn't have enough time to finish my own work. So, basically, I'm in trouble, big time. If my father finds out about this, I think I'll have to spend my, well-deserved summer I might add, indoors studying my buttocks off.

"Flo!" I heard my brother's voice.

Why does he have to bother me? The door opened and I saw a blonde blur peek inside. I couldn't see clearly, I didn't put my contacts in yet. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. There were two opinions; either he found out about my grade and he came to lecture me, or he's going to talk to me about his latest girlfriend. Either way I don't care. Why couldn't I get home schooled like my brother? This is just not fair. I have great grades and people want to cheat off my work, but that doesn't mean that I'm immune to stress and annoyance. Why do I have to be the normal kid in the family?

"Hey!" Enrique called out to me. "Wake up sis! I have news."

"If it's not about me being home schooled then I do not want to hear it!" I growled under my breath.

"Would you listen for a minute?" his tone was more serious than usual so I opened my eyes. "Father thinks that your grades are slipping, so he's sending you to a boarding school in France."

Well that woke me up. I jumped out of my bed and glared at Enrique. He skipped all of his classes two years ago so he could go womanizing and father didn't do anything, however I get one bad grade and he does this to me. What about my friends? What about my boyfriend? Now I get it, this is exactly what father wants. He wants to get rid of him or rather he wants me to get away from him. I can't... no, no, no... no, I can easily believe this, I bet my brother helped him too.

"You can't be serious!" I finally chocked out.

"I am!" he stated. "He already talked with Oliver's parents. You'll be living with them for the school year. You have to behave Florentia!"

"I'm not the one who has a problem with that!"

I was still angry, but I couldn't do anything about it. I know when to give up a fight and now I was certainly defeated. I have to obey father's order, even if is unfair. I inhaled sharply. I'm sure that this will have a huge impact on my social status in Rome. If not then I'm the luckiest girl on this planet. Enrique placed a hand on my shoulder; he wanted to comfort me, but at the moment I feel like that is impossible. I silently begged for him to leave, I wanted to smash my room, but I can't do it while he is still here. Finally he left while mumbling something about a date. The little sneak, if he cheats on that girl I'll kill him. Both Oliver and I warned him; that won't end well since she's my classmate.

"Miss Giancarlo!" the maid knocked. "May I make your bed?"

She already opened my door and now she was waiting for my answer. I nodded before heading to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower will calm down my nerves. I heard the maid leave, but under the warm water I didn't bother caring about it. I just have to relax a bit, and forget about everything for a while. Soon after I started my shower the water turned cold. It was refreshing to stand there, but I don't like catching colds so I decided to get out and read something. Cuddling up in my armchair while wearing my favourite cozy bathrobe, I took Oliver's book from the desk and continued to read it. I took out my glasses from my nightstand; I didn't feel like putting in my contacts just yet. I borrowed the book from him about a week ago, when he came to visit us. The plot is interesting, even if it is a 20th century novel written by Albert Camus. Our dear French friend seems to enjoy his novels, though I like contemporary writers better, like the British Angela Carter. My favourite book from her is Wise Children. It is just sad that she died already, she was such a talented writer. My relaxing reading was interrupted by another knock on my door. Enrique, all dressed up for his date, slipped in again.

"I'm going!" he said. "Be good, Flo."

"I'm always good!" I mumbled. "It's you who needs to "be good". Remember, I know her!"

He just snickered at my comment and left. He is so annoying when the topic is his girlfriend. Every day he goes out with Rosetta for an early lunch, while father only lets me meet my boyfriend on Saturdays and only if one of the maids is with us. It's not fair. My phone rang and I grabbed it from the coffee table. I saw Oliver's picture smiling brightly on the screen. I had a good idea why he was calling, so I hesitantly picked it up.

"Hi, Oliver!" I forced my voice to be happy.

"It's good to hear your voice Florentia!" he greeted me. "I heard about what happened."

"Papa wants me to get away from home. The only thing good is that I can spend some quality time with one of my best friends." I tried to be polite.

"Come on now. I'm sure you'll like your new school, and your father is only worried that Enrique will rub off on you."

I guess he's right. My dear brother can be considered to be a bad influence on a 15 year old younger sister. At least he cares for me and asks for my opinion at times, unlike our father. After talking for half an hour, I said goodbye to Oliver and decided to get dressed. Sitting down by my desk I pulled out my favourite yellow notebook. It can be considered to be a journal, however I only write things in it that I need to remember; test dates, birthdays, or this time a list of things, clothes, cosmetics etc. that I'll need when moving to France.

I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail in frustration. I usually leave it down, but now even that is frustrating me. Why hasn't this plane arrive yet? What couldn't we just take the private yet? Enrique seems to enjoy it, that red-head girl is falling for him. I put my sunglasses and headset on; I wanted to get away from the world. I don't care about his womanizing, since I won't be in Rome for a long time so I won't get any more annoying text messages from hearth broken friends of mine. Well, it's not like I didn't warn each and every one of them about my brother's habits. The stewardess told us that we'll arrive in a few minutes.

"Finally I can get off this plane" I sighed, relaxing a bit at last.

Enrique pulled down my headphones while glaring at me. This happened every time we travelled together. He was always annoyed at me that I'm way too grumpy in public. His biggest problem was that my dark aura negatively affecting his charm.

"Feel lucky fratello, I'm not growling yet." I snapped at him.

"You should stop acting like daddy's little princess for once, sorella." he stated while raising an eye brow.

Excuse me? If I'm daddy's princess then I have no idea what he is, because he sure acts like he is above royalty. Hopefully, I can get away from him as soon as possible. Why did he have to come with me to Paris? I know that Oliver is his best friend, but like this Enrique will ruin this day for all three of us. It will be awkward enough to live with our friend, but I know my brother enough to expect his teasing to follow me throughout the day. Also this way I won't be able to have a decent conversation with Oliver. Every time we sit down to talk and my brother is nearby, he always pops up at the worst possible moments. Poor Oliver has been trying to tell me something for the past few months, but whenever he starts the sentence Enrique butts in to the conversation.

"I'll stop doing that when you stop cheating on Rosetta!"

"What's your problem, Flo?" he growled. "I'm not cheating on her and even if I was it wouldn't be your business. Besides I'm not married to her."

He got a bit angry with me because the red head girl turned away from him when she heard the word "cheating". I can't bring myself to actually care about it. I warned both Enrique and Rosetta back then, neither of them listened. Finally the plane landed. I wanted to get off of it soon. I hate planes so much, each time I fly I feel dizzy and sick. Enrique took his time getting off, but I don't mind. That means that I'll get to spend a little time with Oliver before he rudely interrupts us, again. I know that I complain about him a lot, but even Johnny McGregor is nicer to his sister. Why did I have to get stuck with this jerk?

"Florentia?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me.

Spinning around I stopped Oliver standing a few meters away from me. I ran up to him and embraced him tightly. I missed him so much. He is a very good friend, even if he is my brother's best friend. Also I can't help but feel a bit attracted to him. If it wasn't for Cristiano I would, probably, try to light the spark between us.

"It's good to see you again, mon cher." he laughed while returning the hug.

"Yo!" he just had to ruin the moment. "Would you two break it up? You act like an old married couple."

"Would you shut up for a change and mind your own business?" I snapped back at him.

He flashed one of his goofy smiles. It made me a bit uneasy. He always did that when he came up with some ridiculous idea. Most of them were crazy ideas about the two of us being a couple. My brother is just plain annoying at times, and not in the cute way. Sure Oliver is extremely sweet and handsome, he's fun to be around and on top of that he's French, but still I do have a boyfriend back in Rome. Actually the only thing Johnny and I agree on is that Enrique is a childish jerk. Before I could realize what was happening, we were already sitting in the limousine heading towards the Polanski estate. I stared out the window, not really listening to their conversation. It will seem like a century before my brother leaves. Oliver's butler was nice as always when he greeted us as we made out way to the main living room. I assume a maid took my luggage to my room, as always. I was told by Oliver that our rooms are next to each other while we were walking, and if I'll need anything I shouldn't hesitate to ask him. I'll be sure to make myself comfortable as soon as Enrique leaves.

"So how long will you stay Enrique?" Oliver questioned.

My brother seemed to think over something. He always made that stupid face while he was thinking. I sank into the couch, trying to ignore his obnoxious smile. Oliver sat next to me, lightheartedly laughing at Enrique's remarks. Tea was brought in by a brunette maid. She was very pretty, and looked about thirty years old. I thanked her and took a sip from the warm, sweet liquid. This is the best remedy for my nerves.

"I'll leave in a few hours." Enrique smiled. "Don't try anything funny with my sister, got it Oliver?"

"Zip it moron." I growled at him. "Don't forget that you're the playboy and not Oliver."

Oliver's cheeks darkened as he took a sip from his tea as well. Enrique glared at me before he dropped down into the armchair. I relaxed a bit; with Enrique staying quiet Oliver had a chance to talk about his restaurant. I liked to listen to his voice, it was also very calming. I also liked his delicious cooking, and he always made me something when I was visiting. I wonder if he'll cook for me while I'm here. After all, he'll have enough time until the end of the school year.

REWRITE. Hello everyone. I decided to rewrite my beyblade stories and, if possible, to finish most of them as well. I might delete some scenes, or the Johnny McGregor story all together, but I still hope that you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing them. (of course insoiration gets me during exams) :P