Show Time! {Lams/Mullete/Jeffmads}

Lafayeet: •14•

Yes! I'm back! I annoyed Troy to the point where he let me write fanfic again. Enjoy the Mullete chapter since the last one was awful...this one's awful too but I think It's better?

WARNING: this is cringy and the French is so messed up.

Things have been a different kind of awkward between Laf and I recently.

He's quickly joined in with Jefferson and the kinds with "higher status." Maybe that's just because he's cool and everyone wants to be around him.

"Hey, Lafayette!" I greeted as I entered our bedroom.

"Bonjour," He mumbled while leaning over his book with his hands digging into his hair.

"You studying?" I ask, looking over his shoulder.

"Mmhm. English is sooo hard," he complained.

"I know," I sigh, flopping down on my bed.

He fell back in his chair and shoved the book away from him, "I need to take a break."

"Wanna go to the mall or something?" I offered.

He thought for a moment before nodding.

"Let's go then!" I smiled eagerly.

"Oui, just let moi get dressed first," he laughed, looking down at his sweat pants.

"You don't have to...it's just the mall," I point out, "Plus you always look good."

"Non. I dress to impress!" He joked with a sassy hair flip and turned on his heels towards the bathroom.

I snickered at him. That adorable French Fry- yaaaa, I'm not gonna be that cliché where I go "wait- did I just say that?" Or "Ew! What am I thinking? I don't mean it!"

Nope.

I like Lafayette and I'm proud.

After a few minutes he returned to the room looking fly as ever.
(HECK YA I SAID FLY! DEAL WITH IT)

I whistle approvingly at him and I notice a blush appear on his face.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Let's go," He giggled, pulling me up from the bed.

I took his hand wanting to see him blush, but I got nothing but a surprised look...now I'm blushing from embarrassment.

We got to the car and blared the radio all there.

We shopped and laughed pretty much the entire time. It was really fun and I bought quite a few things for Laf no matter how many times he refused. I wanted him to remember me if he had to go back to France...the thought killed me, but I knew it might happen and I couldn't hide from it.

He might not keep what I but him but, still, It was worth it.

"Hercules.." He whispered as we sat on a mall bench with our slushees.

"Ya, Laf?" I smiled.

"Do you-," He started to say but stopped.

"What?"

"Never mind.." He looked away.

"Are you sure?" I pleaded, turning his head towards mine.

"It's just- do you think you'd maybe like want to do something like this another time but not here you know? Because I really enjoyed this and Je vous aime vraiment beaucoup et peut-être que nous pourrions aller dîner, déjeuner ou tout ce que vous préférez savoir? Je suis désolé d'être vraiment nerveux autour de toi et je pense que j'ai le béguin pour toi mais tu sais que je ne suis pas sûr que tu m'aimes et que tout est vraiment déroutant mais une chose que je sais c'est que je veux vraiment pour mieux vous connaître et peut-être même sortir avec vous? ou est-ce fou?" He rambled.