Bourg. { A Les Twins Fan Fiction }

Ch.6:.Okay then..

I lifted out of the tub and dried myself off. Oddly, I am not looking forward to seeing them tomorrow, due to the fact at how much a freaking asshole Larry was. I am non-tolerant to attitudes, and this boy had a bad one. I slowly put my clothes and slumped into my bed. The covers engulfed me as I began to doze off, dreading tomorrow.

I woke up with a startle as I heard the doorbell ringing excessively. Who in the hell is knocking this early? I rolled over and checked my phone. My GOD it's 5:45 a.m, ON A SATURDAY. The pounding on the door was giving me a damn migraine. I sat up in my bed, wiped my eyes and walked downstairs. Too bad I missed a step and fell straight on my face. I hurriedly got up and walked to a mirror in my doorway and god did I look a mess.

"Who is it.." I mumbled groggily. I looked through the peep-whole and saw the open chest of a very tall figure. Tf.

"Larry," the figure said in a deep tone. Shit. I forgot about him, ugh. My brain immediately woke up and I panicked.

"J-just a second!" I cheered as I dashed to the bathroom. I put my hair up into a rat's nes-messy bun and wiped the slobber off the side of my mouth. I quickly did a 10 second breathe check-and-fix and ran to the door.

"Hi there," I said opening the door.

"Hello," he said in a dry voice. Awkwardness took over as we stood there for the next 10 seconds. "You gonna let me in or no?" he asked.

"Oh yes I'm sorry," I said welcoming him," come in". He slowly walked into my house, taking it all in. I watch as he began to frown in confusing and cover his mouth with the cloth wrapped around his neck. He proceeded to sit down on one of my couches.

"I like you place," he said.

"Thank you," I said, acknowledging his compliment. So I guess he DOES have manners. "Would you like something to drink..or to eat..?" I asked.

"Non merci," he said," well actually, do you have pop?"

"Um.. well no, I don't drink soda," I denied," But I have water if you'd li-"

"Non," he interrupted," thas okii". He fumbled with the rings on his fingers.

"You came rather early," I said as I released a short yawn.

"I used to getting up early," he said," I sorree if I came too early, and I sorree for yesterday, I was very stress." Welp that explains alot.

"It's no problem at all haha, are you feeling better?" I questioned.

"Not really, alot on my mind," he said in a low voice," I can neva think in line no more."

"Well, I hope everything gets better for you," I said, trying to dismiss the conversation. That convo would've went on for ages and I am FAR too tired for that. He looked at me funnily and began to frown and stare into space. I looked at him in a confusingly then made my way to the end of the staircase. "Would you like me to get your phone now?" I asked. He replied with a cracked "please" as he continued to stare into space. I walked up the stairs into my bedroom and grabbed the phone from my purse. As I was exiting the doorway I heard the sound of faint sniffling I began to whistle as I walked down the stairs and the sniffles stopped. I walked to the back of the couch and set the phone next to him.

"Merci," he mumbled. I sighed and plopped on the couch next to him.

"Larry are you okay?" I asked him. That is when the tsunami hit land. He slowly dropped his head and covered his face with the cloth around his neck. He began to weep and clutch onto the fabric of the couch cover. This man was breaking right in front of my eyes. I began to rub his back as the tears spilled from his eyes..

"S-she try to take..," he said in between gasps," she take her man... I can't l-lose her."

"Lose who Larry?" I asked confused. He paused, cleared his throat, and lifted from his seat.

"I-I sorree I got to go," he said as he grabbed his phone and hurried to the door," thank you very very much I-I talk to you again." I opened the door for him and he dashed for the car waiting outside of the house.

"Bye Larry!" I yelled loud enough for him to hear. He saluted me and hopped into the vehicle. I watched the car go into a U-turn when I saw a familiar face in the driver's seat. It was a darker male with a stubble moustache and a cap covering 75% of his face. He looked at me and lifted his hat, giving me a wink as he drove off.

That was an odd morning.