"The language of friendship is not words but meanings." -Henry David Thoreau
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POV: Aria, Duchess of Uniqueness 
     "CANADA, HERE WE COME, EH!!!" While we were at our gate, I heard Amelia scream to the world, which decided to stare at her with wide eyes and questioning looks.
     We were walking through the gate to the plane, when I was stopped by the boarding pass checker-person.
     "Ma'am, do you speak French?" Corrie peeped up behind me and, in perfect French, said, <<Oui, madame, nous parlons Français.>> ("Yes, ma'am, we speak French")
"Bon (good). You'll need it."

     Boy, was she right! Because Ontario is next to Quebec, and the fact that Toronto is a HUGE city, there were tons of French speakers. There was actually a young couple from Lyon, France visiting for a quick getaway that asked me for directions to the hotel the FreaksOfInsanity were staying at.
     <<Oui, suis moi!>> ("Yes, follow me!"), I replied and made a gesture for them to walk with me. I told the others to go on ahead, while I talked with Édouard and Clémentine, who were surprised to find out that I was an American. They told me they always assumed that Americans were cold-hearted and/or narcissistic.
     <<Il est bon de savoir que nous avions tort>> (It's nice to know that we're wrong), Clémentine commented. Of course, this made me blush a little bit. It's moments like these where I'm glad I took French throughout my high school career (I got all the way to French V!).
After leading them to the hotel, we found out that they're in the same floor as us, which was great, until we found a problem:
     All of the rooms on that floor only have one bed when we asked for rooms with two.
     The woman at the counter said that all of the family rooms (rooms with more than one bed) were all taken. I thanked her, because the world needs politeness, and left to consult with my fellow FreaksOfInsanity.
     "Well, at least it'll make for a funny story!", I said, trying to be optimistic.
     I'll be honest: I felt like this wouldn't be too much of a problem for the others, since most of us have known each other for years, but I...how can I put this?
     I don't like sharing sleeping spaces with anyone. Anyone. Not my family, not my friends, no one. I'm always afraid that I'll kick the other person/people in the face or something like that.
     So, when the time finally came to draw sticks, I was nervous. To add to that, I was put in a group of three, meaning that I had to draw two sticks with the names of my roommates on them. Amelia, who was in charge of the stick drawing, said that I should go first (her not knowing that I just wanted to sleep alone). I reached my hand into the beer can coozy, grabbed two sticks, and awaited my fate.
     "Corrie", I read with excitement, reading the first stick before the second one, "and Raelyn!" Corrie practically tackled me in a bear hug, and Raelyn cheered and also hugged me.
     I'll take a moment to talk about, in my opinion, what the funniest combo was: I don't know if it was just sheer luck or Amelia's hippie flower powers or what, but somehow, Amelia's picked Brendon. I have no freaking clue whatsoever. So, I decided to embrace the stupidity inside of me.
     You see, we have this inside joke, where if Brendon and Amelia are performing PDA or something, I say "don't touch my sister". The same is true for if Louie and I ever do what they do, only Brendon is then the one who delivers the punchline. If done correctly, it will still make us laugh so hard that our sides start hurting.
     I tiptoed over to Brendon and whispered in his ear, "Don't touch my sister", before tiptoeing away in the stupidest way possible (like Dylan, my little brother, levels of stupidity).
     I was successful in making him tear up from so much laughing. He then told Amelia, who then also started to laugh. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
     It almost seemed like we went back in time to 8th grade. I watched as my mind reduced our ages to 13 and 14 and smiled.
     Finally, my mind decided to come back to reality.
     "Ready to go?", Cor asked, 'nudging' (it felt more like elbowing) my ribs. I nodded, and up the three of us went.

     "Room 435...", I muttered, looking at every single door number.
     "I found it!!", Raelyn cheered out. I told her to quiet down a little in case people were still sleeping at 11:30 am. We opened the door to find one bed and a couch that folded out into a mattress.
     "I call the bed!", Corrie announced.
     "And I call the floor", I muttered.
     "Arianna Blanco Whitacre, you are not about to sleep on the floor, missy. No way, no how."
     "But—"
     "Silence. Your queen has spoken." She couldn't say that with a straight face. I rolled my eyes, gave a quiet "Oi...", and told the others to get ready.
     Because we're trying to spend two days at each location (travel day included), we decided to have our arrival and tour on the same day. That way, we have an entire day to do fun activities in the city that we're in at the time. Yes, it would be exhausting, but I hoped it would also be worth it.
     After getting ready myself, I knocked on each door belonging to FOI members, reminding them of our schedule. I was about to knock on Sammy and Melli's door, when I ran into Édouard and Clémentine one 'final' time.
<<Aria, la duchesse d'unicité! Nous adorons le FreaksOfInsanity!>> ("Aria, the Duchess of Uniqueness! We love the FreaksOfInsanity!"), Clémentine cheered.
<<Pourrait-on prendre une photo avec vous?>> ("Could we get a photo with you?"), Édouard politely asked, to which I nodded my head. Clémentine fetched her phone out of her purse and snapped a selfie with me and her significant other before hugging me. At that moment, a question popped into my head.
     <<Vous venez à l'émission FOI aujourd'hui?>> ("Will you be at the FOI show today?"), I asked, hoping they'd say yes.
     <<Malheureusement, nous ne pouvons pas. Nous ne parlons pas anglais, donc on ne comprendrait pas ce qui était dit>> ("Unfortunately, we can't. We don't speak English, so we wouldn't understand anything being said"), Clémentine said with sadness in her voice. Édouard nodded, clearly bummed out.
Hoping that I didn't sound creepy, I asked, <<Avez-vous quelque chose qui se passe ce soir?>> (Do you have anything happening tonight?) To my luck, they said no.
     I smiled. <<Je voudrais vous inviter au spectacle! Je sais que vous ne parlez pas anglais, mais je peux tout traduire pour vous les gars. Bien sûr, vous ne devez pas si vous ne voulez pas.>> ("I would like to invite you to the show! I know you don't speak English, but I could translate everything being said! Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to.") It took them a moment to realize what I was saying. When they figured it out, they started to jump up and down in excitement.
     <<Nous allons essayer d'être là!>> ("We'll try to be there!"), Édouard exclaimed. They each have me a hug and then ran off. 'I wonder if they knew it was the same girl that walked them to their hotel', I pondered in my head.
     I continued to remind the others to get ready, but nothing could prepare me for one single call that would make me question my true feelings.

     Author's Note to you, the reader: Google Translate was used for most of these translations. I understand that it's not reliable, but (unfortunately), I don't know anyone who knows current, fluent French. I apologize if I messed up on the translations. Thank you for reading!