Just A Blue-Eyed Believer

[François Laffont]

“I’m sorry. Oh, hey, it’s you!” The tone might have started as apologetic when Franck nearly ran into someone but quickly took on a happier one as he recognized the girl. He smiled at her. “Logan, right?” He was pretty sure he was right but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t ask it like that. They met only once and if the name stuck, it had nothing to do with the weight he carried for her in the shapes of boxes but her overall look and the fact he thought it was more a guy’s name.

Franck had just walked out of a classroom when he nearly ran into her. Instinctively, when he noticed a shape from the corner of his eye, he stepped back. It was not against her or some fear of physical contact although there was a bit of it. Simply, if he was starting to learn how to keep his emotions under control when in presence of people, touching them made it a whole other matter. It was more powerful, it went deeper, even if it was just for a second. Even for a fraction of a second. For this reason, he always tried to avoid it if he could. He never stopped himself from being physical when friends but they normally knew what would happen to him under these circumstances.

Franck had stayed in the classroom with a book of psychology and his laptop open on an article, also of psychology. Made sense, considering he was in college to study precisely that. But while people here in Montana were enjoying what you’d call the afternoon, it was evening in France and Franck found many of his contacts on and could not help but to chat with them. Until he realised he had stayed there for much too long and might just be kicked out because another class would start soon and so he quickly shoved his laptop in his backpack and left, coming back only when he realised he forgot his book and dashing back towards the door. And this was when he ran into Logan Diacha. And said this to her with a kind smile on his lips. “So, how are you finding Bellefonte so far?”

[Logan Diacha]

Logan never expected to truly meet-and-greet with people more than once here. Sure, she could understand the fact that she would see people more than once at the school. That was just a fact she accepted, considering that this was a relatively small school anyways. It would happen. However, actually running into someone who wanted to hold a conversation with the girl was rare, and not something Logan expected in the slightest.

Yet here she was, suddenly running into someone who seemed to remember her. It took Logan only a second to remember him from helping her move in. He was the french boy, François. And he seemed to be in quite the hurry, from the way he almost bowled her over running for the door. "Yes." She replied, regarding the boy before her. "François, correct?" She asked in turn. "And it's been well so far. Very similar to St. Bethany." She answered. It was strange he was so curious, but Logan nonetheless answered in her normal neutral tone with an expression to match

[François Laffont]

A girl such as Logan was hard to forget, even if she said little words to him. She still humored him while he helped her out, answering the questions he asked her and not just dismissing him as he talked to her. She could have done so. That would make him get a bad impression of her but an antisocial rarely cared about that. He was not sure that she was antisocial though. Only not very talkative, giving only the details required and that was it.

She seemed a little surprised to find him here but that surprise he felt might very well be coming from him. After all, he too didn’t expect to see her there. He didn’t even think they’d talk again, not wanting to appear like one of those who were so nice they became annoying. He nodded, smiling even when she got his name right, happier more about the fact she remembered him than said it properly. He was used by now that it might never be exactly perfect, despite it not being the hardest of names to pronounce. “You’re free to call me Franck if you prefer,” he still reminded her. It was nice though that she knew his real name.

He chuckled softly as she said it was very much like St Bethany. “Yes, everyone who’s been there seems to say so. They’re both schools after all, I suppose that makes sense,” he replied, not affected at all by her neutral tone. He was not going to let this ruin his mood, no chance. “Do you like it here?”

[Logan Diacha]

He seemed just as surprised as Logan to see her again, although he did smile. And he seemed pleased when she recalled his name. it was evident clearly on his features, even though he assured the girl he could be called Franck if she so desired. Logan simply nodded, but doubted she would call him that, seeing as she remember him introducing himself as the other name first. That, and if he enjoyed it so much, Logan didn't see why not to call him François instead. It wasn't that much harder to pronounce.

But the boy was going on again, so Logan refocused and listened. Apparently she wasn't alone in her observations, as the other St. Bethany transfers seemed to also find the two schools very similar. The schools really were similar, both in structure of running and a bit of architecture as well. Of course, there were a few different things as well. But that was expected.

François asked her another question, and Logan had to wonder just what it was about the Bellefonte students that made them so interested in her. Really, it was quite strange. "It is.... interesting, to say the least." Logan offered with a faint smirk. Her first few days here had certainly been entertaining with all the people she met, and the odd circumstances she often met them in

[François Laffont]

She remained a little surprised by him and it had Franck wonder if he was really being this odd for her to feel like that. Was he being too much in her face? Maybe she didn’t like interacting with people and would rather not have to deal with him anymore. He was trying so hard for her to feel welcomed that it might just have the opposite effect. He probably should tone it down a little, not push so much.

There was no surprise to him in the fact she found the two schools similar. He doubted the differences between the two would be so drastic it would be hard to adapt. Other than the accent, and the fact you studied a lot more the American history, he doubted there were that many differences between the two schools. From what he heard, the two were being run relatively in the same way. And he sure felt more comfortable with her coming from England than the school in India. He was pretty sure the same could be said for many other students here, at least those who had to deal with its director or whatever she chose to call herself.

He got the impression by her tone that she was not interested in telling him more than that. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I... you know, am I preventing you from going anywhere important? I sort of didn’t think about it when I saw you, just wanted to know how you were and didn't think further than that,” he said with a sheepish smile and even a bit of a nervous chuckle. Franck always smiled when uncomfortable, to chase whatever negativity he felt away.