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sixteen - lily

"What do you think you're going to order?" Michael asked, nudging Lily's foot under the table with his own. Lily still hated when Michael did that, but she never said anything because she knew that for some reason he enjoyed having their feet touch under the table.

"I don't know, I can barely read the menu." Lily shrugged innocently. Even though she'd been to Paris more times than she could count, Lily was still not the best at speaking French. Luke was very good at it, he usually spoke for Lily when they were here.

"Lily." Michael sighed, shaking his head at her. "It's honestly not that hard to read."

"Oh, really? So you can understand what this says?" Lily asked, rolling her eyes. She kicked Michael's foot, trying to get it away from her.

"Yeah, I can." Michael nodded. "I took French for a couple years in high school, I still remember a lot."

Lily let out a big sigh, of course Michael knew how to speak French. He was always surprising Lily with weird little things that he did that no one else knew about.

"Do you think they have spaghetti here?" Lily asked, changing the subject.

"Uh, I don't know... This is a French restaurant... In France." Michael said blankly. He seemed a little annoyed with Lily, and she didn't know why, she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Well can you ask?" Lily whined, not understanding why Michael was acting like this. If he spoke French then he shouldn't have a problem with asking their waiter a question for Lily.

"Why don't you just get something from the actual menu?" Michael sighed again. "We're in France, why don't you try some French food? You know, experience the culture and all that?"

"I really just want spaghetti." Lily pouted.

"I don't see our waiter." Michael said quickly, glancing around the restaurant. "I would ask, babe, but I don't see our waiter."

"Just get up and ask someone." Lily suggested. It wasn't that hard to find someone that worked here and ask them, Lily would totally do it herself if she could speak French.

"Dammit, Lily, do you really want spaghetti that bad?" Michael groaned, setting down his menu.

"Yes." Lily nodded slowly. "Luke would ask for me, but he's not - "

Michael stood up from the table without saying another word, his chair squeaking against the floor. Lily smiled as he walked away from the table and towards the front of the restaurant, knowing that she'd gotten her way once again.

She pulled her phone out from her purse, quickly responding to a text from Luke. He was out doing stuff on his own tonight, letting Michael and Lily have some times to themselves. Luke had been third wheeling with them for the whole trip and all of them were getting sick of it.

Michael returned a few seconds later, still acting like he was angry with Lily. He sat down at the table again, picking up his menu. Lily waited for him to say something but Michael just stared down at his menu.

"They'll make you spaghetti if you really want it that bad." Michael said after a minute, his voice harsh.

"Why are you so mad at me?" Lily asked, her lips forming into a frown.

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just - " Michael stopped himself. "I don't understand why you couldn't just get something on the menu."

"I just really want spaghetti." Lily said softly, looking down at her lap.

"I know, but you can get spaghetti back at home, you just - " Michael spoke, but cut himself off again. "Nevermind, I don't want to fight with you. Not here."