Bahahaha what the hell is this; FRENCH CLASS BILL RETURNS.
"(y/n) I-I need your help," Bill said urgently, plopping himself down in the chair next to you. You turned, already grimacing, ready to hear that someone else had gone missing or something. Instead, you were met face-to-face with a miserable looking Bill and a pile of french textbooks and workbooks and such.
"What is it, Bill?" you asked, leaning against the table, and giving him your full attention.
"I'm officially f-failing f-french and I n-need your help," Bill stated, practically begging. You happened to be fluent in french, having grown up around the language, so you were passing the class with flying colors.
"Okay, what do you currently need help with?" you asked, taking the textbook from his hands and opening it to the page where his looseleaf paper was stuck inside.
"W-we have to write a-about w-what we're d-doing this weekend,"Bill explained, and you looked at his paper, which currently bore only his name.
"Okay. What've you got so far? Besides your name, I mean," you asked, waving the blank paper in his face.
"O-okay, I was g-going to say I'm excited f-for the fair t-this weekend, so I would w-write something like J-je suis excitée-" Bill started, but you cut him off by laughing hysterically. Bill only watched you with a look of confusion as you doubled over, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard.
"What a-are you l-laughing at?"Bill asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You held a hand up as if to say 'one minute' as you tried to calm down your laughing.
"Bill, you just told me that you're horny in french," you managed to get out, before you started giggling maniacally yet again. Bill's face blushed a deep red, and he dropped his head into his hands.
"oh my g-god, this is w-why I'm FAILING," Bill groaned, and you tried to comfort him, but you just couldn't stop laughing at his cute, blushing face.
This is so short aha oh well ENJOY BITCHACHOS
