I don’t know where Mike lives. And I’m not gonna land just in front of his house, ringing and seeing his parents wondering who is this girl and what she’s doing there. I need to see him alone. And maybe he went in holidays somewhere. No, it’ll be the end of August, he’ll surely be in the Hague.
But the Hague is a city, it can be enormous. I just know he lives near the school, and one or two streets away from his friend’s house. Yeah, that second point is not very useful, I dunno where Ben lives, lol. Otherwise, I do have a solution, but it’s quite… complicated and it will only be my plan B.
“Alex! Is your suitcase ready? We’re leaving tomorrow morning but I want it ready by tonight.”
My Mom shouts from downstairs. This makes me remember the little trip to my grand parents’ houses. Normal little trip. I’m not at all going to run away on a crazy journey because of a love story, not at all.
“Ehh. Yeah, I’ve started, I'm gonna finish!”
Started. I’ve not even prepared my clothes. Nothing is packed. I should start now, I’m taking my computer with me, I’ll think of Mike’s house later.
First, we’re going to my grandma’s house in southern Brittany. We stay there 2 weeks, approximately, until the beginning of August. Then, we go to my other grand parents’ house, in Northern Brittany. Same thing, 2 weeks. And that’s when the Holland plan takes place. So I need to pack many things. But not too many, or Mom will suspect something, she always checks our suitcases since the holidays where I forgot my pyjamas. But not our bags, so I'll put everything ‘suspect’ in my eastpak. Ok: shorts, jeans, tee shirts, tops, sweats, a waterproof coat, and my denim jacket. And of course, my pyjamas:) The temperatures in Holland are quite similar to the ones in Brittany, that’s cool. Clothes, done. Now all the other stuff. My phone, my computer, some books, a notebook and my pencil case. The cream for my eyes is finished. Anyway, I don’t think I’ll need it. I’m gonna ask Adam, maybe he’ll have some advises for other things.
“Hey, Adam, can you come please? You know for the games we take.”
- “Oh!! Yeah”
He opens the door, giggling. Once we’re in my bedroom, he says:
“The games? Lol, good excuse”
- “I didn’t find anything else. I was just wondering, what do I take? Like, my computer and phone, that’s sure, then books as usual and a notebook. Do I take anything to eat?”
- “Well, if you take bananas, I don’t think they’ll be of any help on the 15th.”
- “Adam! Seriously. You are the bananas. Cereal bars, stuff like this.”
- “Yeah, I think Mom bought a packet. Just take 3-4, we’ll see at our grand-parent’s house. Otherwise, I don’t see many other things. Do you know where he lives?”
How to change subjects. I know exactly what he means. But still.
- “… What are you talking about? ‘He’?”
- “Don’t play the ‘innocent girls’ Alex. I know you’re searching a guy. It’s obvious. Just be grateful that Mom and Dad haven’t understood yet. So, do you know where he lives?”
- “… not really. Near school, and I’ll search a bit. Our class liked going to a park, you know the big park with a lake and everything. I’ll go there, it’s summer, he’ll probably come.”
- “Wait? You’re kidding? You mean you wanna search in all the city, hoping seeing his family name on one of the houses? Alex, you know what chances you have doing this. None.”
Ok, ok, I know it’s not the best plan ever, but if anyone has got any ideas…
- “No, I do have some. And it’s not all the city, it’s near school.”
- “Near school? And if he moved? Not in another country, but like in the Hague? Alex, you’ll just be wasting your time doing this. And then Mom and Dad will find you, and it will be definitely finished. Is that what you want?”
- “No, no, but… yeah I have no chances.”
- “Ok. And what’s your second plan? I know you have one.”
My brother is meant to become a detective. How can he know all this?
- “You’re too good at guessing. Well… it was to go and ask Chris. I know where he lives. The problem is that he’ll understand, and I dunno how he’ll react. Maybe he won’t tell me anything, maybe he’ll tell his parents. But that’s the only other way I’ve got.”
- “Can’t you just ask him a phone number?”
- “Ehhh. No, it’s complicated. And Chris doesn’t have any phone, he won’t have a phone number. But maybe an email address, I’ll ask him.”
- “That seems reasonable, a little mad… how a phone number could have changed everything, lol. Well at least, it’s far better than the first one. I don’t think he’ll tell his parents. Ok, so the day after your arrival, go to his house, ask him, and then well… happy ending.”
- “Yeah. Thanks again, imagine I hadn’t gotten your help, what stupid plan I would have made.”
- “Stupid, I wouldn’t say this but it wouldn’t have been a… very intelligent plan. I’m just gonna finish packing my bag, don’t forget your tickets and the money. It would be worse than forgetting your pyjamas.”
- “Oh, I think I’ll stay all my life with this omission. Don’t forget your pyjamas! Ok, thanks, I'll remember.”
Wow, without my brother, it was a road leading right to failure. I’ll put my tickets tomorrow, in case Mom checks my bag too. Ah yes, I need to go downstairs to pick my battery charger. Adam and I planned to communicate by Ipad and phone, so he can tell me what’s going on, or just help me. If Mom and Dad discover something, he’ll tell me immediately. They do also use the ipad, however as Adam has his personal email address, they normally won’t find our messages. And he’ll also try to put them on a wrong track, inventing something, to give me more time. I hope he’ll succeed, but he’s a genius, and he will, no doubt on that.