Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

two

2 months later...

From then on I made sure I was one of the first people in the the cafe each morning.  Though from that first day I kept forgetting his bracelet. We have texted multiple times, but I just can't help how excited I get when I see him in person. I had such a hard time memorizing what he'd looked like for a few days, yet again how could I. In the town of a few people he'd had been the most unique.

My sister had finally moved out, though we still keep in touch. I feel like me constantly talking Larry and how fine he is drove her departure time to be sooner.

Speaking of him, I try to keep my feelings under control. It's obvious he knows I like him, and he I swear he teases me about it and it drives me crazy. But I think since I've only known him for less than a month it only makes sense.

This morning I order quickly, sitting with my drink beside me, sipping on it as I try to distract myself from watching every person who walks in and out of that door.

And there he was, he came around the same time, his afro seeming a bit more careless this morning. Larry ordered his drink, then sat down right in front of me as usual.

"Hi." I responded with such a smile I could not contain.

"Hey, how are you, Moela?" His eyebrows knitted together with hesitation or stress— I couldn't tell. Almost as if he'd forgotten my name.

I didn't question it. "I'm good. I forgot to ask you about why you moved here. I just wondered.. like. Why here?"

His posture changed, straightening up a bit. Today he wore a grey hoodie with both sleeves rolled up this time, with less hand jewelry. His tattoos were displayed even on both arms, one having more than the other.

I could see he was thinking about his answer, as if he didn't know. "It's a beautiful little city, with beautiful people like you." He played with his fluffy afro. "God, you're gorgeous. Oh my god," he rested his chin in his hand looking at me.

I couldn't help but blush mad hard. He does this type of thing everyday but I'll never get used to it. Every little thing he says takes my mind to a different place.

I laughed. "You are too nice." Then I remembered. His bracelet. I gave it to him, sliding it across the table.

"Thank you," he said taking it and wrapping it around his wrist. He didn't seem to miss it all that much.

He leaned forward towards me in seriousness. "But No! For real.  You are just such a pretty girl."

He seemed in a more energetic than in a laid back mood today I guess. I wonder what he orders, though I didn't want to ask because I wasn't interviewing him, just a conversation.

I drunk a long sip of my drink before setting it down in front of me again. As my hand rested on the table, he daringly grabs it, holding it in a safe grip.

"I want to get to know you better." Larry's facial expression does not move a bit. His eyes bore into mine, almost and I mean almost making it hard for me to understand what words may be coming out of his soft plump lips.

A tingle went through me. Something came over me and I just wanted to kiss him right then and there. But suddenly he hurries out of the booth. "I'm sorry I have to go, Moela." He keeps glancing at the clock at the wall in worry.

Sad, I nodded, but I didn't understand why in that moment. "Okay. See ya later,  Larry."

He threw away his drink, unfinished and rushes out of the café. I shrug. There was no point of me sitting here alone, so I decided to gather my things and leave as well. I normally don't stay anyway. Unless I had someone to be here for.

As I was leaving, I see Larry, walking calmly towards the shop, his eyes glued to his phone. I huffed in confusion and approached him calmly.

"Hey, I thought you had to leave?" I questioned him, causing him to look up— well down at me. He pushed his phone in his pocket and smiled at me. 

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

I looked at him. Then looked towards the café. Then back at him. "You just said you had to leave, you were in a rush."

"Moe, I didn't go in there yet." He shakes his head frantically.  As I was about to have a mental breakdown. Something hit me.

Larry just had on a grey hoodie. Why is he now wearing a dark blue one with a black jacket thrown over it? And a bag on his back when he came empty handed? His hair had gotten denser from being outside for seconds, no longer hanging over his face. I knew it was a bit humid but this is just out of control.

"Larry, I just had a conversation with you. And how did you change so quickly? And where di—"

"I just got here! What do you mean?"

"I'm not crazy I swear! You don't remember what just happened? Or what we talked about? Larry.." I started to raise my voice out of frustration. He covered my mouth with his large hands and I got quite very quickly.

He removed his hand from my mouth and placed both of his on my shoulders. "I. Haven't. Been. There. Today. Never."

"Then who did I just talk to?" I asked myself.

"What did the guy look like? Are you sick or something, Moe?" He asked, truly concerned. He was actually super lost and it was terrifying me. He even put his hand on my forehead, but I end up moving it away.

"He looked like you! Afro and everything. Except you have something different on than when I thought I saw you on the shop." I grabbed his hand to see if was him but it really wasn't because the bracelet I had returned to him wasn't on the hand he put it on.

"Also his tattoos... Like a carbon copy of you or something." I say checking his other hand just in case.

I look up at him, as he looks like he became in shock. He looked even more scared than anything.

"Larry, you okay?" I asked, poking his arm firmly.

"You busy right now? Today? At all?" He asked quickly. "Because we need to talk. But at my house."

"I'm not—"

"Cool." He was pulling me in his direction before I could even make up a complete response to his question.