One morning at 35 Portland Row, Lucy came home with a curly haired boy.
"GEORGE! LOCKWOOD!" Lucy screamed, calling her friends.
George appeared in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and his stomach, yawning.
"Good morning Luce. What is.... Who the heck is that?"
"Hey! This is Tom, my sister's acquaintance. He's in town so i just bring him here."
"oh hi." fixing his glasses, George shook Tom's hand.
"where's Lockwood?"
"coming."
"oh."
"I'm here! Hi Luce.......... Who the heck is that???"
***
That afternoon, Lucy lost her rapier so she asked Lockwood. She found Lockwood in his favourite sofa.
Mad and jealous because of Lucy's friend this morning, he's planning to ignore Lucy for the whole day.
"Lockwood..."
Silent.
"I need help with my rapier."
Silent.
"Lockwood."
"LOCKWOOD."
"WHAT?" Lockwood turned to Lucy for a second and then turn back again, pouting.
"Lockwood."
Silent.
"Lockwood."
Silent.
"I love you."
"what?"
"Nothing." Lucy ran.
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Lockwood & Co. Imagines
Fanfictiona bunch of imagines about our favourite smiley giraffe and co. note: the cover is not mine. please tell me if you know the owner.
