love to hate you.

Dejavu

The days passes by really quick and it's already the third week of the summer break.

I ignore Pierre most of the time and luckily he slept on the couch the past weeks.

Today we all wanted to spend the day on the yacht so we make our way there early.
Today it's only us four and Charlotte and Carla so yay third wheeling with Pierre.

Everyone, well everyone except me, is swimming. I'm not in the mood because our two couples are way too much in love and I really don't need to see that from close up. I continued reading my book and minding my own business.

Enjoying my peace i feel some hands around my waist lifting me up. I didn't even know what happend as I realised that Gasly threw me over his shoulder. "Hey let me down dickhead!!" I scream while punching against his -well trained- back.

He walks to the back of the yacht and I realise that he wants to throw me in the water. "If you do that I won't ever talk to you" I scream. He laughs and says "jokes on you Lia you don't talk to me anyways" while he throws me in the water and jumps after me.

"Wasn't that bad right?" he says with the biggest grin on his face. I just shake my head and splash water in his direction but he pulls me back under water.

"Hey that's rude you little-" i couldn't finish my sentence because he did it again. As I got up again I just laugh.

We both keep looking each other in the eyes but none of us dares to speak because we know we would ruin it. I don't know how but Pierre is now only a few inches away from me and I hold my breath.

I feel his hand under my chin. I still don't dare to breath or move. We're so close i could feel his breath against my lips.

We were about to kiss but my beloved best friend Arthur decided to jump in the water directly next to us. We both snap back in and move away from each other.

Just as I thought we had a slight moment i see Pierre escaping as quick as he can back on the yacht. I can't help but feeling disappointed being left behind. Am I surprised? No, not really.

As good as I know Pierre he will most likely stop talking to me.. dejavu..

I know the people way too good around me because Pierre didn't talked to me for the rest of the day. My mood is like shit so I get to bed early while the others have some drinks outside.

I try to sleep but I can't. I can hear their voices and get mad as I hear Pierre laugh. How the fuck can he talk to everyone but me..?!

After another hour of not being able to sleep I decide to get to the kitchen and make myself a tea.

I'm waiting for my water to cook as I feel hands around my waist pulling me close. From the smell of his perfume and the butterflies coming up in my tummy i know it's Pierre. I just shake my head and ask "what are you doing here?". He turns me around and looks me deep in the eyes "why do you hate me so much..?". I scoff "what do you want gasly?".

"You."

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