My Tea Is Rich

Being out on the streets in Paris at night can be a hazard to your health. You'll never know when you could end up being set upon by some of the hoodlum gangs that prowl even the most posh neighborhoods. That said, even I could not give a toss regarding that as I dragged myself into a nearby café to drown my sorrows at being kicked out of the hotel room.

The name of the café did not even strike me as being unusual until the shopkeeper approached me, notepad in his hand. "Welcome to 'My Tea Is Rich'! What would you like to order?" Well, his English is quite good, despite his French accent.

"Je voudrais un demi."

"Huh?" He was probably quite surprised that I could speak some French, and that I was aware of some of the tricks that French waiters would try to pull on tourists. "May I see your ID, please?"

Without thinking, I simply reached into my wallet and showed him my American driving license. Looking down, I mentally prepared myself to get kicked out of the place when the shopkeeper returned with two mugs of beer. The instant he set them down, I reached out for the mug closes to me and chugged down a quarter of the beer. As I recovered from the buzz, I noticed that the shopkeeper was sitting across the table from me.

He spoke first. "I know that you're still a minor, even here in France, but something must be wrong for you to ask for a beer outright." Indeed. "It's not my business to know what is wrong with you, but since business here has been slow for the past couple of weeks, I am free to help you if you need it."

As I downed the rest of the beer, I realised that I had no choice. "I'm actually looking for a friend of mine who is traveling around the world by herself. The problem is that even though I love her, I fell in love with yet another girl I met back in England. I've had some fun times with her, and she wants to go all the way with me but, when I hesitated, she assumed that I loved my friend more than her, so I got kicked out of the hotel room that we booked."

"Ah, l'armour," the shopkeeper drawled. "Oui, I've seen my friend, Paul West, having this problem in the past many times. Ever since he came here to work for my father, he's been sleeping around quite a fair bit." As I raised my eyebrow, he could not help but chuckle. "Let's see...  Elodie, who is my sister... Alexa, Florence, Virginie, Gloria... I hear that he is busy fucking a French policewoman with whom he helped prevent an assassination on Monsieur President. Of the five whose names I have mentioned, the only one he's been on fairly good terms throughout would be my sister."

"But..."

"But, nothing! The thing is that you are young. Whether you ultimately end up with one girl, the other, or both is really up to you. Seize the opportunity when you can. If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be. Paul learnt the lesson the hard way with Alexa." One glare from him automatically silenced my unasked question regarding his friend. Taking this as a cue, I immediately reached for my wallet when he held his hand up in a 'stop' manner. "No, Monsieur Jones, it is my treat to you. Besides, if I had asked you to pay, you have already done so by listening to my advice. Now, go! Go and live life!"

As I was about to leave the unusually-name eatery, I turned to thank the shopkeeper. "Merci beaucoup pour le demi, Monsieur..."

"Ah, no worries, just call me Benoît."

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Standing in front of the hotel room door, I started to mentally prepare an apology when the door opened, revealing a bathrobe-clad Nat. The instant the bathrobe dropped to the floor, whatever apology that I had in mind was completely thrown out of the window as she dragged me inside.

There was no holding back as I took Benoît's advice to heart.

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"That was wonderful, Forsythe," Nat purred as she rested her head on my chest. "I'm sorry for having kicked you out of the room earlier this evening. I thought you didn't love me anymore when you showed signs of hesitating."

"Nat..." She simply looked beautiful from where I was looking at her. "Don't worry about it. Whatever will be, will be. There's no time right now in the present to worry about such things when we should be living and celebrating life. Whatever problems you might have, you know that you can talk to me about it when you're ready to bare your soul."

As the redhead looked up, I suddenly grinned. "We've got a hotel room, and another 12 hours before we have to head to the airport. What do you say to that?"

No words were needed as Nat backed away just so that she could pounce on me.

Bienvenu a Gay Paris!

It is commonly said that France is known for its wine, politically-incorrect women with underwear that leave little to the imagination, the anti-English who would jump at the chance to learn the language, and a fantastic capital city that is both the City of Lights and the City That Belongs To The Dogs.

Fine, maybe the streets are not clogged up with dog droppings all the time, but that really does depend on whether the street cleaners are on strike or not. Besides, why bother about such trivial matters when I've got more important things to worry about? After all, Betty could be here in Paris, learning from the master romancers to get some sort of revenge against Archie and Veronica. If not, heck, it wouldn't really matter as long as Nat uses our one day here in Paris to get some great-looking underwear.


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The flight from London to Paris was a really short one, but was quite well-spent in my opinion. There's nothing better than having a gorgeous girlfriend sleeping next to you with her head on your shoulder. Sure, the thirty-minute flight meant that we really could not recline our seats, but it did not matter anyway. As long as I had some sort of physical contact with her, I was happy.

As soon as the plane started descending, I tapped Nat on the shoulder to wake her up. "Hey, nap-time's over. Time to wake up, Dear."

"Five more minutes, please... Soooo sleepy..."

God, she just looks so cute like that. I still had to wake her up, though. Nat's a redhead, and redhead's tend to react quite strongly to sudden situations. As the plane neared the tarmac, I lifted her head and proceeded to kiss her as though it would be the last ever kiss the instant her eyes opened. While all this was happening, I saw a brief flash of anger in her eyes that made way for her understanding of the situation, followed by a mischievous twinkle of approval. Before I knew it, she was kissing me back.

If we had allowed our desire to take over, we would have been the very first members of the Not-Exactly-A-Mile-High Club, which is not as exciting as being part of the Mile High Club, but would still be more than what Reggie would ever get. Thank God for the timely bump as the plane made contact with the tarmac. As we finally pulled away, the twinkle was still in Nat's eye.

"Well, that was one plane landing that I'll be remembering for a long while, Forsythe."

Huh. She took that well. Makes me wonder if she's actually not a redhead at all. If I play my cards right, I might be able to find out.


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Our first order of business was to find a hotel straight away. While we've spent quality time cuddling on coaches and on a plane, what we needed was proper accommodation. As much as making out is nice, it would be more interesting lying down.

All thoughts of pleasure were immediately wiped out as our pseudo-suicidal taxi driver immediately swerved to avoid the car he was approaching from behind at a ridiculously high speed.

"Vous êtes Américains, non?" The taxi driver was snarling as though he wanted to teach us a lesson. "Zis is how vous should drive. All zees drivers, zey are très slow. If zey drive slow, zey should ride ze motorcycles instead!"

I really should have done a much better job at waking Nat up back on the plane. Heck, we really should have let our desires override our common sense back then. As I looked at Nat, I could tell that she was thinking the exact same thing as I was when she mouthed the words "hotel" and "bed" to me.

Well, that gave me something to look forward to, assuming that we survive our taxi trip to the city outskirts.

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Three hours after our plane took off from Heathrow Airport in London, we were already in a decent Parisian hotel room, where I discovered through intensive exploration that Nat is a natural redhead.

Take that, Reggie Mantle!

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"So, what do you want in life?" Nat asked as she waited for her pasta to be served. The two of us were at a Parisian café having an early dinner after our little tryst in the hotel room.

"I..." This was a tough question for me to answer. Prior to this summer break, the only things I was ever interested in were food and slacking off, and I was afraid that revealing that little tidbit would give Nat a bad impression of me. Then again, honesty is an important aspect to being in a relationship. "Well, before summer break, the only things I would ever enjoy involved food and sleeping. I only saw hard work as a means to make extra cash, and not as a learning experience. Having met you, though," I trailed off as I subconsciously stroked her hand.

"Hmmm? Go on."

"I think it'd be a great idea for me if I could just travel around the world, seeing all the sights, sampling all the cuisine. Heck, I can probably get the money for that in a few years - a few months ago, I swore to start paying off my tabs to everyone I've mooched money off from just to get out of debt to an annoying classmate. With everything paid off, I decided to cash in on my underrated intellect and tutor the academically-weaker students, who would pay me back with food. All that free food meant that I could save my pocket money and odd-job wages for something else."

"So, within a few years, I'll have saved up enough to go on a proper world tour and make my own video about my travels."

"Sounds like a neat plan." Nat took a sip of her wine before continuing on. Is she blushing? I swear, she looks cute like that. "But for your love life?"

"I'll be honest, in the past, I wasn't really into romance, but I've learnt that I need to change in order to grow up. I've actually had a couple of small romances before, but both Betty and myself have stood by each other during difficult times to the point that people who do not know us would assume that we're boyfriend and girlfriend. Of course, it still really wasn't enough for me, but I have noticed how beautiful Betty looks when she's trying to put on a smile even though she's terribly upset. It was only until I heard that she was traveling around the world by herself that I realized that I cared about her in more than a just-friends manner."

"Awww, that sounds cute."

"And of course, I met you, Nat." As I held her hand, I could not help but pour out my feelings. "You've fun to be with, you've got a sense of mischief that I can definitely appreciate, and you're sexy as hell in a cute way. Out of all the girls save for Betty whom I know, you're the only one who has captured my breath." God, that sounded corny, but I knew that I was on a roll that could not be stopped. "Regardless of whatever happens between Betty and myself, I'd like you to follow me around the world."

"Forsythe..."

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My honesty worked, and it paid off with a trip to the nearby pharmacy before we headed back to the hotel.

England Part 3: To Heathrow

A thumbs up from not just one, but two death metal musicians, one of them being a world famous one? Check.

Autographed drum sticks from the drummer of Children Of Bodom? Check.

A personal invitation to a future show the next time the band shows up in the States? Check.

Gorgeous, in a cute way, girlfriend who is possibly bisexual? Check.

Increased motivation to find Betty Cooper? Oh heck, yes.

The trip back to London gave me quite a lot to think about. Meeting Nathalie was definitely one of the best things that could have happened to me. It wasn't just the courage to play a drum set in a restricted area backstage, and it was not the resolve to curb my previous habits as all-eating, all-sleeping machine.

It was simply the fact that I met her. There was something about her that just seemed right, about as right as being around Betty.

According to what the Coopers told me, the blonde would head to Paris after London. I only hope that I would not be too late.

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"So, what time is your flight to Paris?"

"Just shortly after lunch." I paused to take a bite of the crepe I was holding in my hands. After returning to London, both Nat and myself made our way to Hampstead Heath for a nice breakfast before making our next move. "We've got about a couple of hours to kill before we take the Tube to Heathrow. Remember, you still need to get a ticket, and last-minute tickets can sell out quite quickly."

"Awww, don't worry too much, Forsythe, we've got plenty of time to spare. That said," Nat purred, "you look quite cute when you're being serious." Leaning forward and catching me by surprise, the redhead gave me a lingering kiss that would make Archie jealous of me before pulling back. "Mmmm... Lemon and sugar. Simple, but effective."

"I..." How the heck will I survive another one of her kisses? "Want to head to the nearby flea market?" That was completely random, but it'd do for now.

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Two hours later, we were taking the Northern Line back towards the city, where we would switch over to the Picadilly Line and head west towards Heathrow Airport. I could not help but take the occasional peak at the neckless that Nat had bought and was now wearing. While it simply looked like a stylised Cross, it complemented her very well, and made her look even more innocent, something I thought was impossible. Not to mention that the neckless had found a really good home in the middle of her chest.

The fact that Nat had caught me staring at her chest did not help at all. Given that the Tube tends to get crowded at times, right now being one of those times, the redhead knew how to tease me.

"Like what you see?" As I blinked at her in surprise, the doors opened to let in more passengers, forcing Nat to press her body against mine. While I might not have shown much interest in dating in the past, I did hear enough of Reggie's off-hand comments to know if a girl is excited in the , ah, non-traditional sense and, as of now, I could tell that Nat was really excited. Needless to say, not even the UN could disarm my own natural reaction to this.

Embarrassing as it was, I took delight in Nat's attempts to flirt with me. It was not the self-satisfaction that I get whenever I eat; it was the thrill of being exposed to her advances in the public that I appreciated.

"Say, aren't the two of you a bit too young to be backpacking around the world?" There goes my train of thought.

"Fuck off, loser," Nat muttered to herself under her breath. Turning around, I saw the guilty party, a fat, 20-something no-life, slink off to the other side of the carriage. You've got to love that redhead's openness.

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Yes, you've really got to love Nat's openness, I thought to myself as we were making out in an out-of-the-way corner after getting her ticket. Life is looking pretty grand now, and will probably turn out to be greater once I've found Betty.

England Part 2: Download Festival '08

The coach ride from London to Donington was a pretty long ride, but relaxing nonetheless.

Of course, having spent the entire day making my way from Heathrow to the city, followed by a delicious lunch and some sight-seeing, it was perfectly normal for me to simply fall asleep as the bus made its way through the congested highways and country roads at night. I suppose this Festival was probably really popular, but the people who were on the coach with me had me a bit worried. What was up with all the dark clothing, belt chains, and pierced lips? The fact that some people had some rather anti-Christian tattoos and shirts was definitely a mood-killer for me.

Ignoring the thought that the Festival might actually be some sort of occult gathering, I tried to focus my thoughts on Betty. The truth was that I really was concerned about Betty; the outside world is not a safe place to be for a 17-year-old pissed-off blonde to be. I did not know who I should be angry with: Veronica and Archie for making her go on the warpath, or myself for putting my personal need for entertainment ahead of her.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" So much for my rather peaceful slumber.

"Sure," I started replying as I opened my eyes, "go knock yourself out..."

"Ummm... Are you okay?"

"I..." Right, I'm definitely not okay. At some point, someone would need to give up one of their defining traits in order to grow up. Suddenly, dating doesn't look so bad right now.

She had the voice of an angel. Not that I know what an angel sounds like, but her voice was perfect to me, like Betty's. A somewhat long nose, blue eys brimming with energy, her face framed by shoulder-length, messy red hair. There was something about her that seemed right.

"I'm Nathalie Davies," the girl started, "and for the love of God, please don't tell me you have never seen a girl before!"

"Oh." She sounded quite cute when she's angry. Was she angry at me? "Oh, I've got quite a few female friends back from where I come from. It's just that you're..."

That's it. It's time to say goodbye to my old self.

"I'm Forsythe. It's a pleasure to meet you." Taking hold of her right hand, I brought it closer so that I could kiss the back of it.

Despite the huge blush on her face, it was obvious that Nathalie took some pleasure from that act as there was a sheepish grin on her face as she sat down next to me. "You're quite a chamer, aren't you, Forsythe," she teased, "your parents named you well. Why, if you had some sort of crown on you, you'd look like a king!"

I really did regret leaving my trademark hat behind. Nathalie seemed to be into oddities like that. "So, Nathalie," I started up in an attempt to start a conversation, "what brings you here? What type of music will I expect to listen to over at this festival?"

"Oh, this is actually my first time visiting England, and I've always wanted to go attend the Download Festival. Don't tell me you've never even heard of this festival before!" My silence confirmed everything. "Oh, don't worry," Nathalie giggled, "you'll actually enjoy it. It's a gathering of major hard rock acts, ranging from post hardcore punk to the most brutal death metal out there." The redhead then proceeded to frown. She's a definite rival to Betty for the cutest frown I've ever seen. "I'm not really keen on those uber-satanic black metal bands, though, and someone needs to shoot the organisers for giving Simple Plan top billing! They're not even hard rock at all! Fucking pussies!"

My poor ears. Somehow, though, my heart did not seem to mind. Having Nathalie around felt like a welcome change. Not wanting the conversation to lose any momentum, I decided to bring up my own music background.

"I haven't really listened to much hard rock before but, as a drummer, I thought it would be an interesting experience for me."

"Oh?" That got Nathalie's interest. "What type of music do you play?"

"Mostly low-fi, garage-type surf rock." I might have officially screwed up over here, but I just kept going. "Mostly simple stuff, but the town that I'm from likes my band's music."

Nathalie's reaction was unexpected. "That's so cool! Must be fun having your own band and having lots of people loving your music. I suppose you did end up juggling your band and your schoolwork, though."

"And both eating and sleeping too."

"Boys..." Nathalie snorted. I think I definitely need to start cutting back on my sleeping now. Before I could comment, the redhead had resumed her cheerful self. "Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy the Download Festival. Judging from the heavy metal acts, you'll be able to learn quite a lot."

"That's good to know." Looking at my watch, I noticed that we still had quite a while to go, especially with the traffic jams heading towards Donington. Resisting the urge to yawn, I heard Nathalie yawn in a rather cute manner next to me. She's called me a charmer, so I'll have to live up to that. "Feel free to rest your head on my shoulder."

"Sure, I'd like that," Nathalie purred, as she fell asleep. I could not resist the opportunity to just gently stroke her hair before I too fell asleep. It simply felt right.

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When the bus finally arrived at the festival, Nathalie and I went our separate ways, but not before agreeing to meet up later that day at the main stage. Losing track of where I was heading, I inadvertently found myself in a small rehearsal room, complete with a guitar, a 5-string bass, a few amps, and a drum set with two bass drums.

As it was my first time seeing a set with two bass drums, I took a quick look around before making like George W. Bush and taking my place behind the kit. Picking up the drum sticks, I started off with some simple beats, something similar to what I usually do with The Archies. Picking up speed, I started incorporating the second bass drum, and also proceeded to throw in plenty of rolls and fills.

It was liberating. I had no idea where the energy was coming from, but it was appealing to me, and I proceeded to beat the living daylights out of the drum set.

It did not take long for me to be discovered. A few minutes after I started going all out, I heard a bass rumbling. Looking up, I saw a tall but stocky man with long hair and a short beard thumping away on the bass. Before I could even comment, I heard the electric guitar start up with a crunching power chord. Shifting my eyes, I saw a lanky male with long blond hair and a bit of a goatee riffing away.

While I was tempted to ask what was with the long hair, I had a gut feeling that whoever these guys were, they are bloody excellent at what they do, so I doubled up all my effort into pounding away at the drums. Noticing the guitarist give a brief nod to the bassist, I started building myself up for a rather explosive climax, with each drum beat getting louder and louder. I did not disappoint.

"That, my friend," the guitarist roared as he put away the guitar, " was beautiful in a fan-fucking-tastic way! That was fucking metal! Do you agree with that, Pete?"

"Indeed." The bassist was more reserved in the way he talked, but you could not miss the twinkle in his eye. "That, by itself, will be more than enough reason for Alexi and myself to cover for your presence in a restricted area. Don't worry, we'll invite you back here next year as our special guest."

Well! Reggie Mantle, eat your heart out! I've just been given the green light by two heavy metal heavyweights!

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Sneaking out under Peter Iwers' guidance, I made my way to the Tuborg stage, where Alexi and his band were getting ready to perform.

"Listen up, you fucking hate crew, we're Children Of Bodom from Finland, and I've got something to say to you all! ARE YOU DEAD YET?"

The next thirty to sixty minutes came as a complete aural assault, but I could definitely appreciate the energy. Everything about the band was completely melodic, even the way that Alexi was death-growling the lyrics to the various songs while performing all those lead licks on his own guitar. I was also completely floored by the percussion attack; marathon sessions on the double bass drums, blast beats, countless rolls and fills... With the memory of this band's performance now implanted into my mind, I made a note to myself to buy their CDs before returning to Riverdale.

As soon as the band finished their final song, which I believe was "Downfall", I started making my way towards the main stage. Having wondered around the place prior to the impromptu jam session, I had taken note of the various landmarks in this area, so I had a good idea of where the stage would be.

Besides, it was the biggest stage in the area, so there was no way I could miss it.

When I arrived, Peter Iwers' band, In Flames, had just finished their set with a rousing rendition of "Embody The Invisible" (I found out the name of the song from one of the fans nearby). As I stood there, applauding away, I was tackled from the side by a human rocket.

"Enjoying the show so far, Forsythe?" There was mischief in Nathalie's eyes as she lifted herself off my body, allowing me to see down her shirt. My body's natural reaction did not help at all. After a few seconds, the redhead picked herself up from the ground, allowing me to stand up.

"Yeah, it's really great. I'm going to hunt down all of Children Of Bodom's CDs before I head back to Riverdale."

"You're from Riverdale? That's so cool!" There was no denying the fact that Nathalie was oh-so cute when she starts getting a bit hyper. "I'm currently travelling around while my stuff is being moved to Riverdale! I'm sure we can meet up there some time soon!"

Before I could comment, the next band was already up on the main stage. "We're Coheed & Cambria from New York, and we're proud to be here, performing for you guys!" Making sure that his guitar was in tune, the lead singer announced the starting song. "This song is 'The Suffering'."

As the song went on with its stop-start palm-muted riffs and the improvised solos, I could not help but feel some sort of weight being lifted from my chest. It was as though as I was being liberated from my anti-dating attitude. As I turned to face Nathalie, she pulled my head down and gave me a lingering kiss. The kiss was mind-blowing, but I felt a little disturbed. I was already falling in love with Betty, and Nathalie kissing me was starting to throw a wrench into things.

The redhead noticed my hesitation. "What's her name, Forsythe?"

"Her name's Betty. I was actually planning on travelling around to look for her because she's really angry with couple of our friends. She's the first true female friend I've ever had, and I would have given up my anti-dating attitude to go out with her if it was not for my friend, on whom she has a terrible crush on."

"How long?"

"For a couple of years."

"I'll be truthful here, Forsythe, when I first saw you on the bus, I fell for you almost straight away. At first, I thought that it was the combination of your oddities and your almost-regal behavior. It's the fact that you care so much for this girl who's crushing on one of your friends that sealed the deal for me."

That was the first time a girl has ever said anything nice about me. I was torn between my feelings for both Nathalie and Betty.

"Don't worry, I'll stick with you while you search for your friend. If anything, chances are that I might probably fall for her as well." With that Nathalie gave me another smouldering kiss. As she pulled back, I leaned forward to continue what she started.

As the chorus started playing, I realised that change is not too bad at all.

Listen well, will you marry me?
(Not now, boy...)