Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

six

I pulled him up from his knees roughly,  gesturing him to come inside. I had a bad gut feeling about my decision but it's whatever I guess. It was too late anyway, even if I wanted to push him back out. He looked at me with relief.

He was soaked from the pouring rain, his clothing darkened from the water it held. Laurent was dripping water all over my wood floor.

"Hey, take that off and give it to me," I recommend. "I don't think you want to get sick."

All content and happy looking he pulled his hoodie over his head he handed it to me as I threw it on the floor.

"Hey!"

"Shut up, I'm washing it anyway. Pants too," I really didn't want him to take off his pants because that would just be even more awkward than it is already becoming. But then I stop him as he begins to pull down his Jordan sweats.

"Stop." I panicked, holding up my hand towards him. "Please let me find you some shorts or something. I don't want you walking around here in your underwear,"

He smirks at me, pulling his pants halfway back up on his ass. "How come? You walking around here in that. Just trust me, you will soon."

I make a sound of disgust as I go off into my room to go search in my closet of all my hand me downs from my family that I've kept, and thank God I came a across basketball shorts and a t-shirt that looked about his size.

I came back out to see him laying on the floor. "Get up," I demand as I throw the clothing on top of him. "I need you to change in that bathroom right there, and drop those clothes here." I say referring to where his soaked hoodie was. He smiled at me.

"Thank you," He says, before getting up and taking the clothing in with him to the guest bathroom.

I sigh loudly as the door closed. I deserve a hard, firm facepalm. He's a whole stalker and I'm letting stay the night at my house knowing from him own twin brother that he has done some sketchy stuff. He even admitted that he was not innocent. I was in so much regret I could not bring myself to understand why I put myself in this situation in the first place.

I stretched myself out on couch before he came out in the clothing I gave him, fitting him perfectly.

"Soft. " he says rubbing the shirt. "Now let me ask you something Moela,"

I look up his towering figure from the doorway as he stood in an upright yet relaxed position. "Just call me Moe. Proceed."

He walked over, reached for my legs grabbing them and moving off the couch. I gasp, hitting him. "Now that's definitely NOT how things work around here," I say sitting up on the couch.

He sits down next to me, ignoring my very aggressive statement. He looked at me. "You like my brother so I think I should tell you something about my him," he insist, a suspicious smirk growing on his face.

I shrugged. "Okay."

"He doesn't know how to keep his dick in his pants. He hit everything that walk past him. Good, bad or something he can't handle." He says nonchalantly. "I don't, because I have high standards. Not only that, but I don't do it when I already have a woman. He does it when he has a woman. "

I didn't believe him. The way he's saying it was very unbelievable and unconvincing. Honestly I didn't know how this was something I could be concerned about, I literally just met Larry a couple of months ago.

"Okay..? What do you want me to do?" I asked him. I had forgotten what was happening outside for a while but was reminded as thunder had struck loudly causing me to jump. "Fuck," I muttered.

"You scared?"

"No. Anyways, why is that my problem? We are just friends." I say getting up as my robe falls off of my arms onto the couch as I head to the kitchen.

"Damn." He comments loudly. "Moela is thick."

I didn't care I was pretty confident in my body and I won't dare let him touch me where I didn't want to be touched. By him at least.

"Okay if you're gonna be in my house you aren't gonna be yelling with all that dramatic shit, Laurent." I was pretty grouchy because of how late it was. I was growing tired and the storm seemed to be calming down.

He grew quiet. "Okay, your rules." He responds taken back.

I came back into the living room a water bottle in hand. "Speaking of rules, here they are. You sleep here, I sleep in my room. You use that bathroom," I say, pointing towards the guest bathroom. "I use my bathroom. Basically boundaries, if you know what that is," I rolled my eyes at him.

He smiled, a smile that had trouble written all over it. I should've really thought this through. I'm literally giving him access to my home after he somehow found it on his own. He's lucky he looks like his cute ass brother.

"Am I staying here with you?"

"For the night." I answer back. "No longer. When I wake up, I don't want you laying here still. You catch my drift?"

He shrugs, laying his long body across my couch. He found the remote to turn off the tv as the room went dark. "Okay sweet cheeks, I got you."

I huffed, grabbing my robe from under his legs. I slid it back on as I walked my way to my bedroom to go to sleep.

~*~*~*~

I wake up to shuffling and moving around in my home. I check the time. 8:43 am.  I roll out of bed, and head out into the living room, where the wooden cold floor laid under my feet. I cringe at the coldness.

Not seeing anyone on my couch I look towards my front door, just to see Laurent looking from the inside out. His head whipped around and he looked at me.

"Morning. I guess I'll be on my way." He looks at me with a soft smile. He found the clothes that he wore from yesterday, probably by going through my house to find where my washer and dryer were.

I scratch my head looking up at him. "I guess. I was kinda kidding when I said you had to leave so soon.."

He then quickly closes the door, smiling harder.

"I'm leaving because I have to go meet up with Larry."

"You two do this every morning? Shit."He says walking back to the couch sitting on it.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I ask, looking at him confused.

"Well he's tryna fuck." He says plain and simple. I gasp, crossing my arms.

"No he's not. He's not like that," I say in disbelief shaking my head.

Lau sucks his teeth. "You telling me what my brother is like? My twin brother? I've known him all my life. I know he's definitely trying to get with you. All that body is not helping, baby girl." He points at me.

I feel like I'm talking to a different person.  At first he was acting all creepy and lustful towards me and now he's giving me 101 on his brother? I don't understand. "I think you're just telling me all this so you can get to me first."

Taken back, he stood up. "No, I'm warning you about my brother. I might be stalking him or being creepy and I did stuff, but it doesn't mean he's clean. I only watch him and go through is stuff  because he keeps me out of his life now."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "But he.. you know what. I'm going to go to that coffee shop and I'm going to talk to him. You both are confusing me and I don't appreciate it."

I begin to head to my room to get dressed. He grabs my arm before I could walk into my room.

"I won't be too far from there if you need me."

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