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Language - Randy

Hello!

I'm going to have translations in bold so that, if you don't speak the language, it's easier for you to follow. If you do speak French, I purposely made some of what he says improper because he's just learning. My little brother says some of these things and it's so irritating 😂 I feel like I'm gonna hardcore be judged but I've spoken French for...six years? and I don't actually make these mistakes. It hurt putting them there 😂👌

Hope you guys like it :) ❤️

"Andy, why is this so hard? I told you I wanted the easy course." Rye looks frustrated as he looks over the sheet of paper I've given him.

"It has to get harder for you to continue, doesn't it?" I pause for a moment. "And it's Mr Fowler." I smirk a little at his dumbfounded expression.

He turns his attention back to the test, the look on his face telling me that somehow, something I wrote up has made him nervous.

"Can I just do a practical exam?" He asks. I sigh.

"You do your verbs and then we can do that, I'll have that as a bonus."

He laughs a little. Maybe I'm going a little over the top with this whole teacher thing. But he was the one begging me to teach him.

He mutters under his breath as he rests his head in his hand and sighs deeply, glaring at the questions. He eventually writes as I study him. He looks cute when he's thinking hard.

Soon enough, he hands me back the page and squeezes his eyes shut, his whole face scrunching up. I take it and laugh.

"What's that expression for?"

He grimaces. "I know I did awful and I...I don't want you to think that I'm stupid."

I smile sadly at him and sit on the desk, ruffling his hair.

"Rye, it's a completely new language. It's hard to learn."

"Why did I let you make me do this?" He asks, shaking his and setting his head in his hands. "I'm actually awful at languages."

I press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Rye, I'm not sure if you hit your head, but I certainly remember you begging me to teach you because I'm-" I put my hands up to make finger quotations- "'sexy when I speak French.' Do you remember that?"

He chuckles softly.

"Maybe I should get you to teach me Spanish?" I ponder aloud. Just to tease him, but to be fair, it is really sexy to hear him speak it.

He looks up at me with a little smirk on his lips.

"I'll do a practical exam, nothing else. And if that's not sufficient, then I suppose I'll have to drop out."

"No!" I say quickly. He knows that I enjoy doing this, mostly so I can assert a sort of temporary dominance over him. So he knows I'll do a lot to keep teaching him.

"Fine. You win. Just a practical." I pause to think. "Tell me about your favourite things in the world. In French only."

He thinks for a moment and then smiles.

"Il y a une chose que je aime plus que..."  (there is one thing that I love more than...) he stops. I know he's stuck for a word but he's figured out that there's a thousand ways to describe something. I let him think for a moment before helping him out.

"Une chose que tu aimes par-dessus tout?" (Something that you love more than anything?) I suggest. He nods.

"Oui, je aime par-dessus tout. Ça donne moi le...feeling...um...ça fait que je pense que je peux vivre pour toujours." (Yes, I love more than anything. It gives me the...feeling...it makes me think I can live forever) I smile at his description.

"Je aime avec tous que je suis. Ça aide quand je suis triste, et aide a calmer moi quand j'ai besoin. C'est une chose très important a moi. Je aime au lune et au retour. Je peux souvenir le premier temps que j'ai vu...je demande si je vois encore. Je dit que je  doit trouver et..." He looks to me with a face telling me he's not sure what to say next. "Et maintenant, je suis ici." (I love with all I am. It helps me when I'm sad, and helps to calm me when I need. It's a very important thing to me. I love to the moon and back. I can remember the first time I saw...I wondered if I see it again. I said I had to find and...and now, here I am).

I stare at him. That's the most he's ever said in one go in French. I laugh a little, wondering what this thing is that makes him feel this way. And where I can get him one. Or a thousand.

"C'est quoi, ça? Tu parles de quoi?" (What is it? What are you talking about?) I rephrase my question to make sure he understands. He looks down and smiles down at his lap.

"Je parle d'une personne...il appelle Andy Fowler." (I'm talking about a person...he called Andy Fowler).

I shake my head with a little grin. I should have known he'd make a long, cheesy speech about me the moment he was given the chance. But my heart still melts at his words.

"Je t'aime, Rye," I say quietly, sitting on his lap with one leg on each side of his, leaning in a little. He smiles.

"Te amo, Andy." He whispers and, just before our lips come together, I pull away quickly.

"Hey! That's not the right language!" I say, acting appalled. He laughs and pulls me back, kissing me again and again. I move to his neck and press light kisses there.

"Rye...you know...what I learned...about you...after all that?" I say between kisses. He makes a small, hmm? noise, telling me he's listening.

I move back to his lips and kiss them. He presses harder and I pull back, my finger trailing down his chin. Our foreheads rest against each other.

"I learned...that you still need to work on your verb tenses." He laughs a little and pulls me in a close hug. I change my position so I'm fully sitting in his lap as he cuddles me close.

In English, it's hard to translate the mistakes. So if you don't know French...it was worse than it's portrayed in English 😂

I hope you guys thought it was cute, I love you all :)

Stay strong x ❤️