" We'll send someone round Miss. Please do not try and confront theintruders, just wait until help arrives."Well that was that then.All he had to do w...s sit tight and all would be taken care of. Somehowthat didn't make him feel that much more secure.He stuffed his suit and other clothes into a large "Fellows" carrierbag and set it down on the floor beside his desk."Just hold it for Christ's sake," muttered one of the intruders."But it's heavy. Maybe I should go at the front." I don't believe. Eventually, though, I moved on and began enjoying time with my family and friends again. And then, right at the beginning of my school year, I had met Julien. Charming, exciting, handsome, and (typical) another foreign exchange student. Julien was from France, and was the exact image every girl imagines a French boy to be. His brown curly hair was always perfectly combed, his blue eyes were incredibly dreamy, and of course, he had a gorgeous French accent. I had met him early in the year and we. "Of course you do!" Tracy laughed. "You're wearing Aaron's dress andno underwear. If you're going to be a girl for a few months, you'regoing to need a wardrobe..." Oh, shit!" Chris snapped."Oh, yes!" Aaron leapt from the couch. "Shopping spree! Give me a fewminutes to get ready!" Seriously?" Chris frowned. Tracy nodded as Aaron disappeared.--"Why do I need to get dresses?" Chris whined as the friends entered themall. "Girls can wear cargo pants and t-shirts too." Because you're sexy and. "But," he said, and it was the best but that I'd ever heard. "That doesn't mean I trust him. He did some pretty fucked-up things with you--I mean, it seems fucked-up. I don't know if he's still hung-up on Aaron, though. I mean, I brought up his name three times today, and it was, like, every time Seth found a reason to walk away or change the subject. Something doesn't add up here, Rory. I don't know, maybe you should try to talk to the guy, figure out what really happened. It might make you.