The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 17

I'm so close to winning this stupid football match.
"Come on Type. You can do better than that." Léo said breathlessly
"Getting tired?" I smiled equally out of breath. I must have smelt so bad.
"Nah. I have great stamina."
"I bet you do." I nodded taking the ball.
"Don't believe me?"
"I think you're overly cocky." I answered
"I guess I'll have to prove it to you some time."
"I guess you will." It took me a moment to realise what he was saying but the moment had gone and I ran off towards my goal with the ball. I was so close. I just had to score. I was 5 seconds away. 4. 3. I need to shoot. 2. 1. And I kicked it. It looked more precise this time. It went in! It went in. Fuck yes.

"Beat that, Tussaint."
"I'm planning on it, Windsor."
"You're all talk." I said when we square up to start again.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"I'm about to prove you wrong." He said stepping towards me intimidatingly but I didn't step down. A prince doesn't step down.

"You lost." Léo laughed later as we finished up
"You cheated." I groaned
"No I didn't." He said rolling his eyes.
"You did."
"Shush."
"Don't shush me."
"Shush."
"Léo."
"Type."
"Where are we going?"
"Food."
"We're going to food?"
"Oui."
"Where's that though?"
"This way just shush."
"Dude please." I groaned
"You don't like surprises?"
"Not when there's load of cameras watching my every move."
"Okay fine. We're going to a pub."
"You're taking me to a pub? You're taking the Prince of England to a pub?" I teased
"Yep thats exactly what I'm doing." He smiled
"Oh? You're serious."
"Yep."
"Okay I guess." But now I was starting to worry
"Chill. I've sorted everything."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Type, really, I have."
"Okay." I nodded. The guards were with me if anything were to happen anyway.
"You trust me right?"
"No."
"Good."

"Léo." A decently old man came wobbling over giving Léo a hug. "I haven't seen you in ages. How's the old man doing?"
"Oui, mon pére va bien. Et toi?"
"Ça va, ça va." He grinned "petit ami?" He said nodding to me
"Non juste un ami."
"English." I hissed
"Is our table ready?" Léo asked politely
"Yes if course." When the man looked at me again something must have clicked because he suddenly bowed deeply "forgive me your highness."
"It's okay." I nodded. I really hadn't noticed.
"Just over here." He lead us to a table and Léo gently pushed me along with his hand on my back again. There are cameras everywhere.
"Thank you." I said sitting down. It was a cute place. Everything way made of wood and the air was filled with that strange sent of English beer. Cheap. 

"Is everyone you know French?"
"I'm not British, Type."
"Yeah I know." That confused me even more
"I lived in France my whole life. Why would I not know French people? I know the odd few people from Korea and England from visiting family and holidays but I know France."
"Teach me French."
"Manners." He said simply
"Please can you teach me French?"
"Oui. Donc, Bonjour est hello. Ça va est how are you ou okay." The transition between his French and English was strangely attractive. I was attracted to it. Who saw that coming? "Je mange est to eat, je regard est to watch. C'est assez facile."
"Uh oui?"
"Oui." He laughed.
"Je monge."
"Mange." He corrected
"Je mange..."
"Un pain, bread, un jambon, ham..."
"What's fish?" I asked
"Poisson."
"Um okay so. Je mange poisson."
"Un poisson."
"Je mange un poisson." I smiled proudly
"That was good." He praised.
"Thanks."
"Now you can order your own food."
"Nah I'm good" I declined
"I'll tell you what to say, what do you want?"
"Um..." I quickly scanned the menu "I'm not sure. I don't really eat this sort of stuff."
"Do you mind if I pick?"
"I do actually. It looks bad if I can't pick my own food."
"Can I recommend something?"
"Yeah go ahead." I accepted
"Steak pie and chips or the fish and chips."
"Does that not make me look too normal."
"It might." He shrugged "but who cares?"
"Many people care." I shot back
"So the fish and chips?"
"Yes please." I nodded rolling my eyes
"Je voudrais un poisson et des frites s'il te plaît."
"Theres no way I'm gonna remember all of that."
"Or I can order for you."
"Why can't I order in English?"
"French is easier for him. I don't wanna make his life any harder."
"Aren't you just a saint."
"Yep. I'm amazing."
"Fine you can order for me."

"Salut je voudrais un poisson et des frites. Un burger avec le fromage et deux les thé s'il te plaît."
"Oui, tout de suite ." The man smiled an nodded
"S'il te plaît." I tried
"Il est trés mignon."
"Oui, il est."
"What are you saying?" I asked when the pub owner walked away.
"Just casual conversation."
"You're annoying."
"What of it." He smirked
"This is why we're not friends."
"We're still not friends?"
"Nope."
"Really?"
"Really." I nodded even though I wasn't so sure where the line was anymore.