Book 1: Oh love, how could I forget~ (Lance Stroll)

Chapter 26: Confusing Frustrations

Wednesday Bananza with the boys~

So I still try to focus myself with work and exercise but I have been avoiding people because of this weird thoughts I've been having and weird dreams I've been seeing.

It was a freaking thirst that any drink couldn't satisfy. It was an itch that I can't just soothe out.

"We bought pizzaaaa" Pierre and George walks into the room and I was preparing plates and napkins for everyone. "Ice cream?" I asked.
"Yesssss ma belle to cool your head" Charles says as he puts it in the mini fridge. "Thanks"
"Ahh you call her ma belle eh?" Pierre laughs.
"Ma chère!" Lando says
"Mon chou!" George adds
"Mon Amour!" Pierre jokes
These boys are now randomly saying french endearments randomly as a joke to tease Charles.
We just all laughed it off but later on they use it instead of my name

"Can you pass me the ketchup ma belle" Lando says as we all bite into our pizza.
"Get it yourself Landoo" I replied
"Ohhh so that's why Charles said you've been snappy lately" Pierre jokes.
"I've just been.. I don't know.. moody impulsive.. shit it's been a rollercoaster" I said in defense.
Lando pouts. "What weird dreams did you have to be to be confusingly frustrated" he asked.
"Just random weird shit I don't know" I convinced myself I dodged the bullet but George kept on going with what my symptoms were and what may be the roots of my "frustration".
"Get a girlfriend first mate before you tell that to me" I joked as we all finish eating dinner.
"Ohhh I smell burnt Russel" Lando teases

I don't know when it started but I do feel more comfortable with everyone here even if it was talking about sexual stuff, mature decision making stuff, business moves, career advices and more. They all don't have girlfriends at this time so we share thoughts as much as we can so we don't have any excess baggage.

We taught Pierre how to play Among us and so we tried the other map so it's still fresh for all of us.
I think we were quite loud but while we were playing Charles was leaning on my shoulders he was getting a bit sleepy and Lando was resting his head on my thighs near my knees.

George notices this and began to get sulky.
"You'll have your turn George" Lando says as he was comfortable using me as his pillow.
It's already 10pm. I look down and see Lando's side profile. I can feel him breathing on my skin while he was just scrolling through twitter. It's bothering me.
Charles links his arm with mine. I think he didn't realize that he accidentally nudged my boob. Good gracious what is happening to me.

"Oh shit" George accidentaly spills his coke on his  shirt. He runs to the bathroom and cleans up. Comes back shirtless.
"GEORGE!" I covered my eyes.
"What?" George clueless, Lando startled, Charles confused as he was almost asleep. Only Pierre was chuckling at this point. "Put a bloody shirt on" I said as I stand up and walk to the sink to avoid seeing him.

I started to clean up. "so this is your weakness?" George shows himself and his freaking abs.
"No. You wish" I sarcastically said but still didn't look at him
"Stop provoking her mate" Charles says.
"I think Lily should find someone soon" Pierre jokes.
"I'm telling you ma belle. Don't deny. Don't refuse. I think everyone's felt that way at some point yeah?" George looked at the boys waiting for a response. Surprisingly Lando yells "YEAH!" with his fist up his head.
"Okay fine! I admit I've been feeling weird it's been a while and I don't know! Okay! Lando stop smacking your lips! Charles stop looking at my eyes! Pierre stop using French and most importantly George freaking put clothes on. I love you guys but this is weird. Good night boys!" I ran out as soon as I said it and I hear them giggle. Argh.

I rushed to the elevator and the elevator stops. Someone must be going up too. I was just on the side and my head was on the steel. When the door opens I saw Stroll. Fuck. I tried to close the before he looks at me.. Good thing I pressed it immediately and had no time to react when our eyes met.