The Mutual opposition

Evade

Luna's POV

"Should I text Harry and tell him what happened?" I ask Louis, still rubbing the stained seat with oxyclean.

"Are you out of your mind?! We can't tell Harry what happened!" He exasperates.

"So you just lie to him all the time?" I inquire.

"Well not necessarily. I'm just not buying Harry a new car."

"Why not? You're rich enough" I point out.

He lets out a snort and continues trying to wash the car.

He already spilled soap everywhere, on the windshield too.

And that's not even where the mess is.

"I'm calling Ken" he states.

I sit on the porch step, watching Louis pace back and forth in front of me while having a conversation with someone over the car incident.

I don't want to be here while Ken is angrily cleaning the sports car.

I'm sure Harry will probably let him off easy.

But by the way he's acting, it's like he expects a punch in the throat.

"It's all taken care of now, right?" I ask after awhile.

"I should think so" he sighs.

"Do you need a hug?" I question.

He laughs and opens his arms to embrace me.

I always try and hug Roxanne but she threatens me when she isn't in the mood.

It's a fifty fifty with her.

"You going to let me go Lu?" Louis chuckles, "I have to piss."

"Sorry. You just smelled so much like Christmas Trees" I confess after breathing in his cologne.

"Aren't you going to help me?" I ask, tripping over my own feet in the struggle to carry the yellow raft.

Louis has some weird infatuation with boats.

"Are you kidding me? I'm carrying most of it."

"False."

He rolls his eyes and positions the paddle board inches from the water.

It was kind of stupid of us to come to Marina Del Rey's hotels and seaside where huge hotels attract tons of people.

"Front or back?"

"What's more stable?" I ask.

"It's about the same."

I take the front along with the row.

The water is kind of greenish and I'm afaraid of what could be lurking beneath.

I cross my legs but then start to slip.

"Don't be so stiff Lu, else we won't go anywhere. What are you afraid of?"

Some seagulls crow overhead.

Flying rats.

"I just don't want to get wet" I state.

He smirks, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, but aren't you already my darling?"

I swat his hand off my thigh.

"You perv."

He shrugs.

"I have no regrets."

"Why do the tools always have to be the hottest?"