Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

one

Moela

I jolt up from my rest as my 6:30 am alarm pings loudly in my ears. I quickly shut off the traumatizing sound.

I sit up in my bed to do my morning stretches, only to have a pillow thrown at my face. I grunt, which was followed by the loud giggle of my roommate, who also happens to be my younger sister.

"I thought I locked my door," I say before throwing the pillow to the ground.

Aria shakes her head, picking the pillow off the ground. "You thought wrong," she says looking just as tired as me. "Could you turn your alarm down when it goes off so it doesn't wake me up from across the house? Thanks."

"Mmhm. Okay. Glad you'll be moving out soon!" I say finally rolling out of bed.

"Love you too, Moe." Aria says before closing my bedroom door behind her.

I sigh loudly as I made my way to the bathroom to help prepare myself for my morning run, then coffee. I throw on my running outfit and grab my things before heading out the door in a light jog.

~*~*~*

I made my way to the local coffee shop in town, as I finally got tired of drinking water which was not helping me wake up at all. My hair was all puffed out in its bun. I am a mess. I thought the bright sun would do that for me but I guess nature doesn't always work in my favor. I can't say I'm not hydrated though.

I sat down and waited for my drink to be called, not even having to wait in line because the cashier who works this early is always there and so am I.  Though, I noticed someone unfamiliar. It's usually the same set of people every morning.

The only reason this particular person stands so much because he has to be at least 6'4,visibly taller than everyone else in the shop. His hair was large; an Afro, possibly giving him the height too but I doubt it. His skin was a clear caramel complexion, I couldn't look away.

I eyed him down, only because he was actually really handsome guy.  After ordering, he stood by the side, looking around the shop, making it obvious he was new.

But then his eyes met mine. I didn't know what do so I looked away.  I fished for my phone in my pocket to make it look like I was busy but my dumbass left it at home. Fuck. And he was making his way over to the booth I was sitting in. Fuck.

He welcomed himself by sliding into the opposite side of the booth. This dude was stunning, now I couldn't help but look but the eye contact was killing me.  His many bracelets and rings hit the wooden table as he rests his hands on the table.

"You look interested in me." His accent takes me by surprise.

I smile nervously. " I just haven't seen you around here before around here, that's all." My eyes drifted down towards the tattoos on his right arm, where his black hoodie was rolled up just enough for it to be seen.

"I'm new here, I just moved here." He smiles. Bitch, even his smile.

"Cool, welcome. I'm Moela, if you care to know." I shrug.

"That's a beautiful name. I'm Larry." He smiles even more, this time. His hand slides off the table, making a noise which didn't irritate me but just made me stare even more. He slides one bracelet off of his hand.

"Thank you."

"What's your order number?" He looks at his receipt, his eyebrows knit in confusion.

"006. Why?"

"I got your drink for you. Mine is 007. I'll be back." He rises quickly, moving from in the booth to walk back to wear he was standing before.

He came back with two drinks in hand placing one in front of me carefully.

"Thanks."

"No problem." I couldn't help but admire is accent that was just spilling through his words.

I took a long sip of my coffee. Sliding down in my seat it a bit. "So where are you from. Your accent is.. I can't put my finger on it."

"Well I came from New York, but I'm from France." He places is drink down from drinking it. "You're a pretty girl."

Right then and there I choked on my drink, placing it down on the table. He looked at me confused. "Wha' happen?"

"That caught me off guard."

"Nothing should catch you off guard you too pretty for that." He smiles once again. My head is spinning and it sure is taking me a while to take in that I'm somewhat of his type. Maybe it's just something as simple as a compliment.

Right.

"You don't have your phone?" He asked, placing his drink aside, pulling out his phone. I could hear the click of it opening.

I shrug. "No."

"Can I have your number, belle?" He says rather fast, everything sounded better with his slight accent. I smile and nod as he hands me his phone. I put my number in and handed him back his phone.

"Thank you."

"No problem. I like your hair," He says, pointing at the coily black bun that sat on top my head, assuming it was someone lopsided i still took the compliment.

"Thanks."

"Welcome," He has a weird pause after, making me assume that he wants to say more but refuses. I don't ask.

He wouldn't stop looking at me, like I was some foreign object or person that was so rare. I was blushing so badly, I couldn't help it. If some fine ass dude just looks you up and down and bites his lip, wouldn't you be a bit jittery too.

I finish my drink, getting up to throw it away. As I turn back to sit down, I catch him staring. Again, I don't mind this because he seemed cool.

"Larry is there something you want?" I ask sitting down, smirking at him.

His eyes grow wide, but then his face relaxes. "No, bébé. Not right now, not here."

"Baby? Not here?" I say in confusion.

"My bad, I didn't mean to say that." He says, his th sounding more of a d.

"It's fine. Well I think I have to go, it's past 7:45 and I have to be somewhere by 8:15." I say looking at the clock in the cafe. He nods.

"See you tomorrow, Moela." He says taking his unfinished drink with him out of the booth.

"Tomorrow?"

"Oui. Demain."

"Oh, okay. See ya," I wave him goodbye as he walks his way out the shop. I feel like I can finally breathe, and think clearly now that he wasn't staring me down with his lust eyes.

But something in body was telling me, go run after him for some reason because he had left the bracelet he took off of his wrist but it seemed like it was too late.

So I waited. For tomorrow.  And the next day, and the next day. Every day for the past week I have been trying to get his bracelet but I slips my mind every time.