Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:59:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Frost <unpetitpoissonbleu@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Moving On - Chapter 17

Moving On -- Chapter Seventeen
By Jack Frost

A special thanks to Sharon for the excellent editing work!

Un remerciement special a Francois pour la correction des textes francais
et pour le "betareading" !!!

And finally, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames the
betareader!



	"Ben! Reveille-toe!" Adrien knocked on the door.

	"Hmm...hmmm..." Ben grumbled with his eyes still closed. He got up
and stretched.

	"Ben!" Adrien said again.

	"Je me reveille, calice!" Ben shouted. (I'm waking up, fucking
goddammit!) He took off his undies, scratched his balls, and walked to the
door.

	"Ben..." Adrien began to knock again, but stopped himself when Ben
opened the door right in front of him. Adrien looked shocked that Ben stood
there naked in front of him. Adrien was, as usual, shirtless and in
jammies, allowing his pecs to stare at me and Ben.

	"Allooo, cher frere...hmmm...hmmm..." Ben mumbled, rubbed his chest
and crotch against Adrien, and let out a light moan.

	"Ben, crisse de tabarnak!" Adrien pushed him off, "Quesse que tu
fais?" (Ben, holy shit! What are you doing?)

	"Rien... M'a aller a la douche," he lightly grinned at him, and
disappeared into the bathroom. Adrien stood there staring cluelessly after
Ben then came in the room to ask me. (Nothing...I'm going to take a shower)

	"Did you fuck last night?" he bluntly asked.

	"No..." I blushed, "I think he did that on purpose to tease you," I
shrugged at him.

	"Then I don't wanna know," Adrien left the room, "Oh...get ready to
leave..." he called out from the hallway.

	I went to the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain,
surprising Ben.

	"Lemme in," I told him, as I took off my undies, and jumped in.

	"And no funny stuff in there!" Adrien called out again.

	"Hey, babe! Missed you all night, even in my wild dreams," Ben
pressed his wet body against my chest, "I need some relief," he started
stroking his semi-hard dick.

	I turned him around, putting his back to my chest, and my crotch
against his butt. I took a bar of soap and kissed his neck while rubbing
the soap all over his chest. After a good job of soaping, I put the soap
back on the holder and rubbed his chest with my hand. Ben stroked steadily,
and I rubbed my chest against his back.

	"Hmmm, keep going..." Ben hummed and I then rubbed my boner on his
butt crack.

	"Ahhh..." Ben slowed down his stroking as he stiffened up when he
shot all over the shower titles. He sighed happily at me.

	"Thanks, dear," Ben kissed me and reached for the shampoo. I went
to soap myself up, and used Ben's shampoo to do my hair. Ten minutes later,
we were done.

	Adrien came in the bathroom already dressed when we each had a
towel around our waist.

	"C'mon...ten minutes left..." he brushed his hair.

	We walked out the back door and down the spiral staircase to the
garage. Adrien gave Ben the key to a light green 2005 Ford Focus.

	"Ok, une chose a faire. Faut que tu te pratiques le creneau pis on
peut aller a la SAAQ pour prendre le test," Adrien told Ben. (Ok, one thing
to do. You need to practice your parallel parking and we can go to SAAQ to
take the test)

	"Ok..." Ben tried to start the car, but it failed to start after
five seconds of cranking. He had to stop and give it a little time because
it was quite cold out and the car hadn't been used for weeks. After the
second try, it started without much effort. Ben turned on the heater,
blowing cold air at us on high, but it will get warm eventually.

	Ben pulled out of the `ruelle' (backstreet) to the main street to
find a spot to practice his parallel parking.

	"Ok...essaie-le la-bas," (Ok...try it over there) Adrien pointed at
an empty space. Ben stopped and parked in just ten seconds without any
mistakes, and that surprised Adrien.

	"Bon! Desole mais c'etait m'man qui m'a dit a te faire ca," Adrien
smiled, "Vas-y!" (Good! Sorry, it was mum who told me to make you do
that. Go on!)

	Ben navigated through the rush-hour traffic on avenue Mont-Royal. I
observed some drivers that were just plain crazy, making quick turns and
bitching when they had to stop at a stop light or sign. Ben had to make a
couple of sharp turns to avoid other cars, causing him to curse insults at
them.

	"Crisse de tapette! Accouche!!!" Ben growled. (Fucking fag! Move
it!)

	"Erm, you know...we're Quebecois and crazy driving is in our blood,
so relax and it'll be ok. You'll get used to it..." Adrien told me in order
to calm me down.

	Ben took us to the Ville-Marie expressway through the tunnel under
downtown. He calmed down a little then since the highways were easier for
him, despite some cars zipping by him quite over the speed limit of 80km/h
(50mph).

	After several miles of driving across the island to the western
end, Ben pulled over at a SAAQ building. SAAQ is a provincial government
department that issues driver's licenses and car registrations. Ben looked
a little nervous when he approached the desk where he presented his
driver's permit and appointment card to an old lady. She typed all of his
information and told us to be seated until she gets the examiner. After
waiting for ten minutes in a big, white room with chairs, a middle-aged
lady came over and greeted Ben.

	"Bonjour, Monsieur Lemoureaux. Etes-vous pret?" She smiled warmly
at Ben and shook his hand. (Hello, Mr. Lemoureaux. Are you ready?)

	"Euh, ben oui... Je suis pret," Ben shook her hand back. (Of
course, I'm ready)

	"Bon, allons a votre auto, donc!" She walked to the door with
Ben. Adrien and I gave him a thumb's up for good luck, and he
disappeared. Adrien and I sat down again, sighing. (Good, let's go to your
car then!)

	"Three in 4 chances he'll pass. The lady looked to be in a good
mood, so that's a good sign," Adrien broke the silence.

	"Hopefully..." I replied.

	"Eh, having fun in Montreal so far?" He tried to keep the
conservation alive.

	"Yeah, it's been great so far," I nodded, "Somehow a week doesn't
seem enough."

	"Eh, you'll have plenty of chances if you stick with Ben," Adrien
stared at me, face expression neutral. He seemed to snap out of a trance,
and he chuckled, "Sorry."

	"No...what is it?" I was curious, "Tell me..."

	"Eh, don't tell this to anyone, you look similar to an old friend
that I used to know," Adrien sighed, "Blue eyes, black hair, and similar
facial features...he was beautiful."

	"It's ok..." I patted his leg, "Beautiful?"

	"Yeah, I liked him...a lot. Sadly he didn't feel the same. Well, as
Ben said to me once, you can't expect everyone to feel the same," Adrien
smiled, staring at me again.

	"True... Did Ben know beforehand?"

	"He had some suspicions before it was confirmed yesterday morning,"
Adrien rolled his eyes, "Oh, I won't touch you. I'm not often attracted to
guys as much as you and Ben, but lately, the hormones are taking me
over. You're just as hot as Loic. Sorry if that was blunt."

	"Naw..." I was surprised, "I'm honored actually. Same for
you. Walking around every morning without a shirt is a torture to me," I
smirked. Adrien laughed.

	"Sorry, but I won't stop," Adrien grinned.

	"Don't..." I glared at him.

	"I guess I should try out a boyfriend and see what it's like. I'm
tired of girls right now, especially after Rebecka."

	"What happened?"


	"Nothing really. We weren't really as drawn to each other as we
thought. Women...are complicated... So I thought guys could be easier since
I know how a guy thinks," Adrien leaned over to whisper, "And they know how
to do extremely good blowjobs." I snorted giggling.

	"I never went out with a girl... So I'll never know," I said, "I'll
never know what it's like, getting a bj from them."

	"Stick to the guys..." Adrien winked.

	"Oh I will... I don't want to see a girl at all like that," I
replied, "But good luck finding one for yourself."

	"Thanks!" Adrien grinned, "You're a good guy. Stick with
Ben... It'll be great getting to know you more," Adrien moved an inch
closer to my face, but stopped and backed away, chuckling and blushing a
little. It seemed he nearly gave me a kiss on the cheek.

	After twenty or thirty minutes of waiting after Ben left for the
test, he still hadn't returned. I sighed while watching the clock. Adrien
managed to get a copy of La Presse to read. Then after a total of forty
minutes, Ben showed up in the room, looking disappointed. Adrien was able
to read his mind by his facial expression.

	"Shit, t'as-tu echoue?" Adrien asked. (Shit, have you failed?)

	"Ouin...j'ai..." Ben's face lit up, "R?USSI!" he flashed his new
driver's license. (Yeah...I...PASSED!)

	"Woot! Yeah!" Adrien took it out of his hand to look it over.

	"Congrats..." I said.

	"Ha! Ta photo est hot..." Adrien laughed. (Ha! Your photo is
hot...)

	"Lemme see..." I took the license. It had a blue background with
the geographic outline of the province in blue-white. In Ben's photo, he
had a neutral facial expression that made him look like he was ready to
kill someone. The card was better in quality than PA licenses because it
was made of plastic that is very bendable and wear-resistant.

	"I seriously need to get one," I remembered, "Would you help me
practice?"

	"Sure, if you pass the test," Ben kissed me on the cheek.

	"Ok! Ben, let's head downtown. I have to go to school soon," Adrien
looked at the clock.

	 So we went back toward downtown with Ben driving again. Adrien was
on the phone telling his mom the news, and passed the phone to Ben.

	"Oui! Je l'ai obtenu, M'man!" (Yes! I got it!) He cheerfully told
her, and then I heard some shouting from the cell phone that made Ben throw
the phone back to Adrien like it was some kind of hot potato. He snickered.

	"What?" I asked.

	"Nothing. She just yelled at me for talking while driving," Ben
grinned in the rearview mirror.

	"Here, she wants to talk to you," Adrien handed me the phone.

	"Steph! Ça va?" she asked. (How are you?)

	"Eh bien, merci et toi?" I replied. (Eh good, thanks and you?)

	"Bon, tu aimes Montreal, non?" She continued. (Good, do you like
Montreal, no?)

	"Eh...oui...je l'aime bien," I nodded. (Eh...yes...I like it a lot)

	"Ok, je dirai a ta mere que tout se passe bien pour toi, ok? Passe
le cell a Adrien, s'il te plait," she said good-bye. (Ok, I'll tell your
mother everything is ok with you. Give the phone to Adrien, please)

	"No...I'll call her myself, ok?" I stopped her.

	"Ok, bye-bye... Desolee d'interrompre l'appel si vite. Je dois
aller travailler," she said and I gave the phone to Adrien. He said `bye'
and hung up. (Sorry for keeping the call short. I have to work)

	"Can I call Mom?" I asked Adrien, "She's probably eating lunch
now."

	"Sure," he gave me the phone. I dialed the number to her
hospital. We spoke for a while, and I told her about all of the things I
saw... the Old Port, downtown, the tunnels, the malls, cultural
differences, and meeting a couple new friends. Of course, I left out the
sex parts...who would ever mention that to his own mother?! Then mom had to
go when her lunch time was up.

	We reached downtown and Ben pulled near metro Berri-UQAM.

	"Ok...out!" Adrien told us, "I need to be at school in twenty
minutes!" So we listened to him, got out in a snap, and waved him bye as he
zoomed out to disappear in the busy street. Ben wanted to take me to rue
St-Denis next to the Bibliotheque nationale (national library). He said it
was full of bistros, restos, and cafes, plus some shops here and there. Ben
took me to `Frites Alors!', a fries cafe, for some lunch. A college-aged
black guy came over to us to take our drink order.

	"Eh, un the glace," Ben told him. (Iced tea)

	"Hmmm, moi, un jus d'orange," (Me, an orange juice)

	"Etes-vous prets a commander les frites?" He asked. (Are you ready
to order the fries?)

	"Ouais, un large avec la sauce Bernaise," Ben handled over the
menu. (Yeah, a large with Bernaise sauce)

	"Un large avec la sauce Americaine," I pointed at the menu so he
would understand better. (A large with Americaine sauce)

	"This place is really Belgian. And full of Tintin stuff," Ben
pointed out to the blond guy with the black-bearded captain in a blue
sweater, on the windows, "He's always with the captain, and never with a
girl. So I bet they're lovers," Ben giggled.

	The waiter brought our drinks, and they were...small...

	"Two dollars and fifty cents for a small bottle of juice? That's
robbery!" I groaned at the bottle which was almost as small as a can.

	"The owner must be Belgian too...and probably cheap," Ben rolled
his eyes at a can of iced tea also for $2.50.

	Then there came the baskets of fries, but the sauce was in a small
cup, not even enough to last the whole basket. I was getting to the point
where I believed that the owner was indeed Belgian and cheap, but the fries
were good enough to barely justify paying it at least.


      "C'mon Steph! You can sleep in the car... We should be going now,"
Ben woke me up. I lazily lifted myself out of the bed, grumbling my way to
the bathroom like a zombie. Ben was already there in his towel.

	"Mon tigre!" he grinned in the mirror when I went to get his
toothpaste to use on my toothbrush.

	A few seconds after I started brushing my teeth, Ben snuck up
behind me and ticked the sides of my belly. I literally spat out all of the
toothpaste onto the mirror. Ben laughed like hell.

	"Ben!" I grabbed his towel off his waist to clean up the
mirror. Ben didn't even bother to hide himself, instead...he just danced
around, shaking his dick all over the place, and danced his way out of the
bathroom, like some stripper, to his room to get dressed.

	We jumped the car in idle so it would be heated up when we were
ready. Ben drove down the avenue heading north for some reason, and he now
told me we were in Outremont and warned me it's full of conservative Jews
with black coats and donut-shaped hats that give chills to anyone that see
them. And then I saw a group of them walking down the sidewalk, and felt a
little weird. Ben pulled into a quiet street with barren maple trees, and
the apartments looked a little different due to the lack of staircases
sprouting up to the second and third floors that we would see on the
Plateau. Ben stopped in front of a grey stone two-story duplex.

	"Julien! Chui icitte!" (I'm here!) Ben said on his mobile. In a
minute, Julien and Loic came out of the wooden door with Julien's mom
waving at Ben before closing the door. They got in the car and Ben drove
toward the Metropolitan, also known as Autoroute 40, which is a highway
crossing the island west to east. Ben sped up past the limit of 100km/h
(60mph) to 130km/h (80mph). Funny, there were enough drivers still passing
him even at that speed. Ben shrugged his shoulders saying that it's a
Quebecois habit.

	"You guys must've got it from the French people," I rolled my eyes.

	"But I'm not French..." he grinned.

	"Then what are you? I thought you all are from French people," I
was a little confused.

	"Ok, we're Quebecois...a unique group of people. We may be
descended from the several thousand original French colonists, but we're
different from the French people," Ben said like he had said this before
over and over, "Ok...ok...I'm part-French too. M'man was born in Provence,
a region in southern France. I'm also part-Irish because her father was
from Ireland. He met her mother in France after WWII and they got
married. Part-Quebecois and part-Acadian from my p'pa's side. I'm like a
bowl of vegetable soup," Ben said, still focusing on the highway.

	"Acadian? Who are they?" I asked him.

	"French-speaking people from New Brunswick. P'pa was born and grew
up there," Ben added.

	"Interesting family history..." I nodded, "I'm part-Irish and
part-French too, so we must be related and practicing incest," I grinned at
him. Ben snorted.

	"At least we can't make mutant babies," he remarked.

	"You're crazy, Benoit," Julien said from the back of the seat,
"Seriously, it's the last thing the world would need, little Bens causing
havoc."

	Loic was already asleep, so Julien pulled a blanket over the two of
them and they cuddled to sleep together. The St Lawrence River ran close to
the highway, giving us a beautiful view of farms, forests, and, on the
horizon, mountains. I did take some pictures on the way. We passed through
Trois-Rivieres, a mid-sized city between Montreal and Quebec City.

	After two and half hours of driving, a sign passed by welcoming us
to the `Capitale Nationale' region and the skyline of Quebec City appeared
far away in our view. Ben drove through downtown on the main street which
was called rue St-Jean. The old city appeared when a tall stonewall and a
gate came between it and downtown. The gate had a real medieval touch to it
with a watchtower on it. Instead of going through the gate, Ben turned onto
a driveway to an underground parking lot. He parked the car and threw a
water bottle at Julien and Loic to wake them up.

	"Crisse, Ben" Loic groaned. (Fuck, Ben)

	"Allez-y... On est au Vieux-Quebec," (Let's go, we're at Old
Quebec) Ben got out of the car. We all followed him and Ben had to tell me
something.

	"Ok, remember, Montreal may be bilingual, but outside the city
area, it's a different story. There are way more monolingual French
speakers all over the province including Quebec City. So try to speak
French often and they'll be happy that you're just trying hard."

	We walked out of the parking lot to the Parliament Building, called
the Assemble Nationale, where the government of Quebec is seated. I took
some photos of the grey neo-gothic building before heading to St-Jean Gate
into the old city. To the left of the gate, we checked out the old
garrisons and redoubts from the French regime. I got a guidebook from the
tourist office there. There were outlines of the older walls inside the
current one, showing a century of wall buildings and evolution. According
to the guidebook, the walls were almost impossible to penetrate because the
old city was on the top of a high cliff surrounded by the wall, giving the
French a wide berth to bombard invading ships and armies. Quebec City was
once called the Gibraltar of the Americas.

	We followed along next to the wall where there were some cannons
from the British regime flanking the side overlooking the lower city and
the St Lawrence River. We enjoyed the narrow, crooked streets filled with
two or three storied houses, many of which were from the 18th and 19th
centuries.

	"This is Hotel Dieu, North America's oldest hospital from the early
1600s," Ben pointed to a tall art deco building, "This is where me and
Adrien were born."

	"You lived here?" I was surprised.

	"Yeah, down in the lower city. We moved to Montreal when P'pa got a
job from La Presse...right before Matt was born. Before then, my parents
studied, lived, and met in Quebec City."

	We arrived at the Terrace Dufferin, a long boardwalk along the
cliff edge facing the vast river. There is an orange-red hotel with copper
green roof towers high over the old city, and it is called `Chateau
Frontenac' owned by Fairmont. We passed the large black statue of Samuel
Champlain, the man who founded Quebec City in 1608 and was the seeder of
the French civilization in Canada as well as in the Americas. We checked
out a complex of buildings from three different centuries that house
Universite de Laval, the oldest French-language university in the Americas,
and second oldest after Havard.

	There are a lot of differences between Vieux-Quebec and
Vieux-Montreal because Vieux-Quebec looks so ancient because so many
buildings from the French regime were well preserved and still standing
after a few centuries. The walls still stand as the only walled city north
of Mexico. It just impressed me so much because I really feel more like I'm
in Europe here than in Montreal.

	We went inside the Notre-Dame Cathedral, a stone church that marked
the Catholic domination of Quebec since its construction in the 1600s
(although the church was destroyed several times due to fires and
bombings). We took a break in a small square near the church near the
Grande Allee. That alley was known for colonial inns and restaurants. Then
there is the oldest building in the city, the Kent House, built in 1650,
and is now a French consulate.

	We walked down St Louis past a white-painted inn-restaurant with
red roofs from 1675. Ben stopped there to tell Julien and Loic something.

	"Hey, on veut marcher seuls. Peut-on se retrouver a 5h a ce
restaurant italien la-bas?" (Hey, we want to go alone. Can we meet again at
5 o'clock at this Italian restaurant over there?)

	"Sur! Ayez du fun, hein?" Julien replied and walked away. Loic
waved bye. (Sure! Have some fun, eh?)

	"There, now it's just me and you," Ben reached up to kiss my cold
lips warm, "I'm taking you to my most favorite place in the world." Ben
reached out his hand. I smiled and took it, and then he led me to his
special spot.

	We walked through a gate down a steep street going down the cliff
to the lower city. I saw a couple of amusing shops selling t-shirts with
logos that no one would dare to wear to school or work, as well as
bongs. We stopped at the top of a steep staircase leading down to a narrow,
cobble stoned street filled with small shops.

	"This is the Casse-Cou, literally meaning Break-Neck, leading to
Petit Champlain, which was once the main street of the old city," Ben
explained while we carefully went down the wooden-steel stairs. The
buildings suddenly looked even older because of their rough stone
facades. The shops were mostly adapted for tourists, so there wasn't much
for me to see.

	"This is your favorite place?" I asked while looking up the steep
cliff to see the Terrace Dufferin above.

	"No, but we're close," Ben replied, looking at a lunch menu of a
cafe, "C'mon, we're going to Place Royale."

	Passing by the small buildings, I noticed many had a little ceramic
plaque marking its construction date. Almost all were from the late 17th
century. Ben took me into another cobble stoned street to a small square
with a stone church in the center. So we stood next to the church build in
1688, according to the plaque located near its doors.

	"Here we are, Place Royale, the spot where Champlain founded Quebec
and started the settlement," Ben revealed. All around us were stone houses
from the 17th century and the streets were all cobble stoned and void of
cars. Another plaque on the church marked the spot where Champlain founded
the city.

	"Wow...it's like we stepped back in time," I whispered, observing
our surrounding.

	"Exactement, le lieu où le temps s'est arrete," Bebn said, "When I
was a boy, M'man used to take me here all of the time. I would just imagine
all of the early settlers...average farmers, coureurs-des-bois, fur
traders, and so on."

	"Amazing..." I pushed him against the church wall, giving him a
long kiss. I know the Catholic Church would scream sin for practicing such
an unholy act on its building.

	"C'mon, let's get lost in the narrow streets," Ben took my hand.

	"You seem to love history, huh?" I asked Ben, who blushed a
little. I had no idea if it was the cold or not.

	"Ouais, les cours d'histoire sont parmi mes cours preferes a
l'ecole," Ben replied in French. (Yeah, history classes are among my best
classes at school)

	"Moi aussi..." I replied in French this time. (Me too)

	"T'sais, ton francais s'ameliore depuis que t'es arrive au Quebec,"
Ben smiled. (You know, your French is becoming better since you arrived in
Quebec)

	"Oui...eh, j'essaie mon mieux. ?coutant au francais
est...facile. Mais...parlant le francais est plus...hard...pour moi," I
managed to construct slowly. (Yes...eh, I try my best. Listening to French
is...easy. But...speaking it is...harder...for me)

	"Plus difficile..." Ben clapped, "Pratique-toi fort et tu
reussiras! Ben, effectivement, t'as deja bien reussi..." he gave me a kiss
on the cheek. (Harder... Practice a lot and you'll succeed. Well, in fact,
you already have succeeded...)

	"Merci..." I answered.

	We walked up the street through the gate again to Terrace Dufferin,
and past the Chateau to the narrow streets. We were walking up a long hill
where a huge fortress is. It was made of huge stones and earth acting as a
shock absorber against cannons from that time. Right between me and the
fortress were two large ditches, so I couldn't walk any further. I turned
around to see Ben sitting on the beach. I joined him there.

	"C'est-tu beau, non?" (Is it beautiful, no?) Ben asked me about the
wide view of the St Lawrence, the city below, and the snow-covered
countryside and mountains beyond. I nodded in agreement.

	"Oui..."

	The bench also overlooked the Plain d'Abraham, where the the French
and British troops met to decide the fate of the French's future in the
Americas in 1759. In that battle, Quebec City once thought of as almost
impossible to take because of its position on a cliff and strong wall
around it, fell. The French were defeated and lost almost everything in the
Americas.

	After a half hour of sitting to enjoy the view, we agreed to find a
place to stay inside because our feet and hands were getting numb from
being out in the cold for the past few hours. We found a cafe near the
Chateau and we decided to just have some coffee since dinnertime was
getting close anyway.

	We did a quick shopping spin on Ste-Anne, which included the first
Simons store in a 19th century Victorian building. I saw a post office
there, so I decided to send some postcards to my friends.

	The shops started to close, that meant it was past 5, and we should
meet Julien and Loic at the Italian restaurant.

	"Crisse, enfin vous etes la! J'ai frette aux pieds ainsi qu'aux
gosses..." (Shit, finally you're here. My feet and as well as my balls are
cold...) Loic mumbled when we went inside. The restaurant was mostly empty
since it had just opened. A lady in formal waitress clothing greeted us.

	"Bonjour! Combien?" she warmly greeted us. (Hello! How many?)

	"Quatre..." I replied (Four)

	"Fumeurs ou non-fumeurs?" she asked. (Smoking or non-smoking?)

	"Eh, fume..." (Smoking) Julien said before me. I almost forgot he
wanted to smoke eventually.

	"Bon... Donc, vous pouvez vous asseoir aupres de la fenetre pour
que vous profitiez du beau paysage de la rue ancienne. Ça vous plait?" She
set the menus on the table. (Good... Well, you can sit next to the window
so that you may enjoy the beautiful views of the old street. Does that
please you?)

	"Oui...beaucoup et merci pour votre prevenance," (Yes...a lot and
thank you for your consideration) Ben smiled. We all smiled at her as we
sat down.

	"Ok, veuillez prendre bonne note des speciaux que notre chef a
choisis," she opened Ben's menu to point out the special paper inside,
"Alors, que voudriez-vous avoir pour boire?" (Ok, please take into
consideration the specials that our chef has chosen. Well, what would you
like to have to drink?)

	"Eh oui, avez-vous du vin d'Australie? Un shiraz, peut-etre?" Ben
asked. (Eh yes, do you have some wine from Australia? A shiraz perhaps?)

	"Eh oui, nous avons Yellow Tail," she pointed out the wine list to
Ben, showing him the descriptions. (Eh yes, we do have Yellow Tail)

	"Bon, une bouteille pour tous avec des verres d'eau, s'il vous
plait," Ben smiled. (Good, a bottle for everyone with glasses of water,
please)

	"Tout ensuite," she left. (Right away)

	She came back with a bottle of wine and glasses. She had a girl to
pour us the water while she popped the cork out to pour the wine. Then she
set a basket of bread on the table.

	"Bien, etes-vous prets a commander?" she took out her
notebook. (Well, are you ready to order?)

	We all nodded and ordered from the menu. I managed to get my French
right after a couple of tries but she understood. She thanked us and took
the menus.

	"How long have you been with Loic?" I asked Julien.

	"Four months," Julien answered, smiling.

	"And you haven't told me about it? I was only gone for a month!"
Ben glared at him.

	"Because I wanted to be sure if he's real, not some usual sex date
like in the past," Julien sipped his wine and lit a cigarette, "I wanted
this one to last because I'm tired of having one-night stands."

	"You surprise me... This is not the Julien I've known for years,"
Ben smirked.

	"Oh shut up..." Julien blew smoke at Ben's face, "I wanted a
change."

	"How long have you known each other then?" I asked Ben and Julien.

	"Eh, since we were 10. Julien was new at my school then," Ben
snatched Julien's cigarette.

	"Hey!" Julien protested. Ben puffed it deeply and blew smoke back
at him, and then again, Julien just smiled and breathed it in.

	"Ugh..." Ben gave back the cigarette, "Not working..." he rolled
his eyes, knowing that his attempt at revenge had failed.

	"Erm, you smoke?" I looked at Ben, knowing it was the second time I
had seen him puffing a cigarette.

	"Used to, but I quit..." Ben answered, "I was in France for a month
to see my grandparents a few years ago. That's where I met a cute French
boy. He smoked and I ended up being hooked. Then Julien took my habit," he
added.

	"I'm jealous... This is the only time I went out of the country and
you already went to France as well as Cuba and Mexico," I groaned, "I wanna
see Europe..."

	"Not just that..." Ben grinned, "Also Switzerland, Germany, and
Italy."

	"Fuck you..." I kicked him.

	"Well, I might go back to France this summer. We'll see, since I go
to see my grandparents there once every few years. Maybe you could come
with me," Ben smiled and kissed my lips.

	"Eh, les Francais... Y me font chier... Au moins ceux au Quebec,"
Loic grumbled. (Eh, the French people... They piss me off... At least those
in Quebec)

	"Ignore him. He had a couple of French boyfriends that he had bad
experiences with..." Julien slapped Loic's leg.

	"Ok! Vous voila," (Ok, here you go!) the waitress set our meals on
the table. Julien and Ben picked cheese ravioli while I got penne
rosee. Loic opted for chicken marsala. All looking yummy and smelling so
nicely.

	"C'est tout? Non? Ok, bon appetit!" (Is that all? No? Ok, enjoy
your meals!) She took the empty bread basket, smiling that we were pleased
enough. I took Ben's hand and kissed it.

	"Thanks for taking me to Quebec," I smiled. Julien and Loic giggled
while watching us.

	"Hey! Mangez!" Ben threw his cotton napkin at them. (Hey! Eat!)


Once again, a special thanks to Sharon for the editing job!!!

Encore une fois un remerciement special a Francois pour le "betareading"
et pour la correction des textes francais !!!

And finally once more, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames!

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