All About Us (LT One shot books)

Bébé

Laurent missed the moment when their conflict with his brother turned into something more than an ordinary quarrel. It became some kind of large-scale event, in which Larry's head acquired the status of a disaster.

Perhaps he should have turned his attention to the twin earlier or cared more about his problems, but for the first time in his life, he did not want to waste his time and his nerves on this. Laurent firmly chose the position of not paying attention to everything that Larry does. Continue to do your own thing, following their work schedule. And Laurent was surprised to find quite a lot of free time.

For the first time, Larry was left alone with his growth issues and everything. Reggie, Lila, Lilo, and Melissa were all alone with Larry. He could no longer count on Laurent's help. Time flew by quickly, the twins, immersed in the new realities of their lives, did not even have time to notice how the end of February had come. Larry felt exhausted, he felt his twin at arm's length and was well aware that one word for help and Laurent would immediately stand in front of Larry to help. But Larry was offended. Larry decided to stubbornly ignore the twin, to which the twin just shrugged and flew off to LA for a shoot that he and Larry were supposed to be on. So Larry clenched his teeth and flew after the twin, looking into New York along the way. He must assess the damage from Melissa, she promised to move out of his house by the end of February. And everything was fine. In the evening he flew to LA ... Everything was in order ... It was.

Until Larry saw his daughter in stories on Reggie's Instagram. From the fucking asshole who is constantly trying to tip the twins for money. Which left Larry with no patience at all. To no one. Especially when that asshole wrote that it was Laurent's idea.

Larry did not have time to think, his brain flooded with unprecedented anger and hatred. He wanted to imprint the twin's face into anything, without even having the will to analyze.

Only on the plane to Paris did Larry have time to analyze everything that was happening. To be able to realize how important it is for the two of them to keep their connection safe from others.

At the first workshop on Saturday, there was still this rigidity between them, even though Laurent was reaching out to Larry, taking a step toward the meeting. Larry didn't want to make contact. He heard how Laurent arranged with someone to celebrate Eleni's birthday in one of the restaurants in Paris.

Larry also found something to do for the coming night.

Throughout the seminar, he walked rigidly and firmly, reflecting his feelings as clearly as possible in every movement, he showed Laurent the firmness of his decisions. Even though he was annoyed by the guy in the beige cap, he looked exactly like Larry, only the skin color was different, and the body build was a bit small. But Laurent made friends with this guy, he joked with him, played, and showed movements. Larry's ears were almost steaming from anger, but he continued to bend his line, gritting his teeth and pretending that everything was happening as it should be.

And all his bravado ended with one message. One fucking message "Thank you for your time at the workshop, bébé. I hope tomorrow will be just as fun with you" and the second message followed by "Oh, not for you. Sorry."

It was a provocation from Laurent. Obvious as dawn in the morning provocation. To get Larry emotional. Release pent-up feelings. Anyone. Anger, hate, love. Everything that matured inside Larry, and carefully hidden and contained inside him, broke through with only one fucking word that Laurent did not write to Larry. Even if it was not true and (which is quite likely) Laurent wrote it on purpose, Larry still perceived it as treason, no matter how stupid it sounded.

Larry was with Plamo and Lorenzo outside the karaoke club. The party had just ended, the cold wind of Paris was blowing Larry's jacket and his fingers were starting to go a little numb, but Larry was still staring at the stupid phone, rereading the stupid letters. The twin dared to call someone else bébé as if making it clear that anyone could become so close to him. Anyone but Larry.

And Larry didn't like that at all.

And like any "jealous girl", Larry went to Laurent. Arrange the real scene of jealousy.

He didn't even wait for Laurent to fully open the door. He opened it himself, slamming it behind him with force.

But that was where his strength ended. The warmth and calmness of the twins immediately captured Larry. Enveloping and promising security. Larry carefully peered into the face of the twin, looking for something repulsive, but found nothing.

Laurent hugged the twins and led them to the couch, settling them down and letting them fall into his space. Calming and listening to confused words, erasing rolling tears, hugging, and rocking. For the first time in months, Larry felt whole and happy and safe and very stupid.

After all, Laurent was there all this time, all he had to do was reach out his hand.