cake oneshots || book two

Je t'aime, Calum (E)

Credit: dancingmalum

thank you so so much to CaroeChevrier and paperxvalentines for giving me the correct French translations so if you speak French it actually makes sense haha and if it's still wrong cause I somehow fucked it up...I'm sorry haha

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Luke is French in this one, that's so hot

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Calum was never good at French, he'd taken three years of the god damned class. He was in his fourth year of the class when his parents decided that they were going to have a French foreign exchange student come live with them for the summer.

It's not that Calum hated Luke, the French boy, it's just that he could hardly understand a word that flew out of his mouth when he spoke so fast. He was pretty sure that Luke knew that Calum's not the best at French, but Luke still basically spit out French words Calum didn't know as fast as he could.

"Ton chien est méchant," Luke grumbled after Calum's dog tried to bite his hand when all Luke wanted to do was pet him. Your dog is mean. Calum understood that much, at least, so his years of work in French class paid off at least a little. Luke stood up from the couch with a glare at Calum's dog, going up to Calum's room, where he had a blow up mattress on the floor. Of corse he never actually slept on the mattress, he always ended up climbing into bed with Calum, saying something along the lines of, "J'ai froid, tu es chaud." I'm cold, you're warm.

Calum followed Luke up to his room, wondering what he was doing. Luke was on Calum's bed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and pressing buttons on the TV remote.

"Here, I can show you how it works," Calum chuckled, sitting down next to the boy. Luke kept pressing buttons, changing channels and messing with the volume, until Calum groaned in annoyance. "Just let me show you," Calum sighed impatiently. Luke turned the TV off with a sheepish smile.

"Désolé," he giggled softly. Sorry. Then he sighed, his smile fading. "Mes amis chez moi me manquent. Ils savent toujours ce que je dis, vous êtes méchant," Luke sighed. Calum smiled sympathetically, he understood a few words from that about him missing friends at home because they understand him.

"I'm sorry," Calum said in reply. "Désolé," he corrected himself, because he at least knew that in French. Luke nodded, looking down and picking at a piece of fluff from Calum's bed.

"Nous pourrions jouer à un jeu?" Luke asked, but then quickly continued. "Et bien, je veux dire si tu veux, parce que tu es vraiment attirant et peut-être que tu ne veux pas jouer avec moi," he blushed.

"Slow down, I can't understand," Calum said. Luke blushed harder and nodded.

"Je pensais que nous pourrions jouer à un jeu, mais peut-être que tu ne veux pas puisque tu es attirant et moi non..." he said slower. Calum typed as much as he could into his phone for a translation, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Luke wanted to play a game or do something, but was thinking that maybe Calum didn't want to do anything with him because he's really attractive.

"You're so cute, Luke," Calum said. Luke's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't know what that meant. "T'es trop chou," Calum said almost like a question, because he didn't really know if he said it right. Luke blushed harder.

"Je t'aime bien et j'aimerais t'embrasser," Luke bit his lip, looking up at Calum shyly.

"What?" Calum didn't understand most of that.

"I like you?" Luke asked, not sure of his English. "Want to kiss you." His accent was so heavy and thick, Calum thought it was beautiful. Calum smiled at him.