Split Between Two (Les Twins fanfiction)

fifteen

In the sight of the glowing and radiant Larry, I'd almost forgotten how pissed I was his other half. He wore all black, head to toe. He wore a tucked in black button down shirt, his neck decorated with his chains with some slacks, and to top it off, some all black Jordan 12's. I laughed a little in my head. Of course, only something he would do.

My eyes met with his only to find him checking me out as well. I couldn't help but giggle at the facial expression he gave me when his eyes met mine. He began to blush so hard he covered his face for a moment and began to laugh a little.

"Oh wow. You usually look so good, but now you look super good." He compliments me, his eyes searching my face.

I close my door behind me and grinned. "Thank you. So do you, Larry,"

He tilted his head harshly, causing his afro to move with him. "Me? No I look like garbage compare to you." He says, putting his arm around my waist.

I shook my head at him. "Silly you. I'm serious."

"Me too." He responded.

"Ha, okay." I say as we began to walk to the car. "Why were you late?" I asked, checking my phone to see the white numbers different from when I previously checked them; 7:14.

I was pushing myself by asking my question I already knew the answer to. I just wanted to see if Laurent was lying or not. Yet something like this I would probably have no doubt in my mind about it. I just wanted to see what Larry would say, the oblivious party.

He scratched his head as he opened the passenger door for me. He shrugged as I sat in the car. "Uh, car trouble. My gas tank was empty but I thought it was full."

I nod, understanding. If only he knew.

He closed the door and got in the driver's seat beside me. With no waiting, he started up the car and began to pull out of my driveway with ease.

I couldn't help but think about what Laurent might be doing in my house right now. I wondered if he was the type to destroy property, which he mostly likely would have the strength to do. Or maybe he liked to punch the walls, which I will not hesitate to track him down to fix. Maybe he just cried his eyes out in frustration, like I would.

But that wasn't important.

Especially because Larry decided to snap me out of my thoughts by placing his hand on my thigh and caressing it slowly as his other hand gripped the wheel. I will never know why that little touch always gets me going. I naturally sit with my legs apart when in the car, so the sensation surprised me.

I shot a look at him as he stared straight on to the road, his cheekbone and jawline looking prominent. Without turning to look at me he spoke. " That does something to you, non?" He slides his hand down a bit. "Sorry, I had to. What you thinking about?"

I shook my head lightly. "Nothing." I lied. I paused for a moment. "What are we going to eat?"

"Whatever you want. They serve a lot of different stuff." He informs me, stopping at a red light. He turns to look at me and just shakes head.

"Mmm Mmm Mmm." He hummed.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"You look so beautiful," He looks at me. "As usual of course." He countered.

"Alright Prince Charming, just get us there I'm kind of hungry." I joked.

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We reached the very luxurious restaurant. Even before reaching inside, I could tell how nice the food was going to be. It was pretty dim outside as it was in the restaurant, giving off a very calm and relaxing vibe.

Larry and I sat a nice little table for two a little candle in the middle of the table. And yes, with a white table cloth. It was like being in one of those romantic movies and I wasn't complaining.

In my peripheral vision, Larry closes his menu quickly and looks at me, his hand on his chin as his elbow rested on the table, looking at me.

I couldn't help but smile as I was still viewing my menu. After I found what I wanted, I closed the menu placing it on the side of the table. He was still looking at me in awe and I just shook my head.

"You're over exaggerating." I comment, he just shakes his head.

"No, I'm serious, belle." He admits. He smiled, taking a deep breath. He sat up and then looked at me. "So I wanted to wait to ask you this question but I'm not sure if I can."

I looked at him, a little concerned. "Ask me what? What happened?"

He chuckled softly with warm grin. "Nothing bad Moe, I promise. But I can keep it to myself until later. Right now is too soon."

"Okay," I replied.

The waiter came around asking us for a drink, and of course I said wine, which Larry also agrees upon the beverage. A few minutes later the waiter comes back with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine, pouring it in our glasses for us. I watched carefully as the dark red liquid filled my glass up half way.

After he walked off, I take a long, easy sip. I hum in satisfaction.

"Okay so you like that?" He asks, his t sounding more like a d.

I nodded. "You could never go wrong with wine," I tell him.

"Until you get drunk off of it." I couldn't help but laugh at the response.

He later tells me that he rarely ever drinks, and is against the thought of being drunk and drinking large amounts of alcohol, which is understandable. He later goes on to describe how much he loves to entertain, to dance mostly. It amazed me to see how his eyes lit up about the subject, and I didn't mind listening at all. Seeing him so happy might've just made my whole evening.

We asked each other questions back and forth until our dinner arrived. The food was so delicious it was insane, and I regret being to afraid to venture out to the city on my own. It was such a lively city at night, though I was always afraid of what I might get myself into. My sister always bashed me for it, but I'll give her this one.

We both finished our food, and asked the waiter to send us our check, which Larry refused to let me pay for my meal. He snatched the whole check away from my grasp, placing his card in the little book.

"Larry that's a lot of money."

"I have to spend, let me." He insisted, handing our waiter the bill soon as he came back around. After he walked away, I looked at Larry.

"At least let me tip--"

"No. This is my gift to you, please don't spend anything." He was deadass. I put my hands up in defense. He attempted to flip his thick afro. "Thank you."

After the waiter came back, he laid the tip down on the table. We left and made our way down the street from the restaurant. I locked my arm with his as we strolled down the sidewalk. I leaned my head on him as we walked.

There was a light breeze in the night sky, which just overall matched the whole mood for tonight. It was probably the most intimate moment we've had together thus far.

"So I'm going to ask you now," He slowed down his walking to stop. So did I. He looked at me taking my hand from my arm which was locked with his. He kissed it lightly as he looked me in my eyes. "Be my girlfriend, Moela. Please?"

I just gazed at him for a moment. I don't know how I didn't see this coming. Maybe all this time I thought he wasn't as interested as I was. I really waited a moment to see if he was going to say just kidding or something along the lines of that but it never came.

"Of course." I replied happily. This is something I knew I would never regret. Though if I did, the only reason could be his twin brother. He shouldn't get in way.

He hugged me tightly, then gave me a nice, lengthy kiss on the the lips. Damn, they're so soft. It made my stomach do back flips. He pulled away, his hands resting on my waist. "You're all mine, Moe."