• Strange and Unusual •

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"(Y/N)?"

"She's sleeping."

"Mon chéri, wake up."

I opened my eyes immediately, looking at Lafayette and BJ, who were standing by my bed, arguing.

"You're flirting with her!"

"She's asleep and non, I'm not. It's called being cordial, Beetlejuice."

"Don't call me that and I don't care what your favorite bird is. She's sleeping, so it's not nice to hit on her while she's unconscious."

I cleared my throat, getting their attention.

"Oh, hey, (Y/N). Don't mind Lafayette, here, he's just being a perv." BJ glared at Laf, who rolled his eyes.

"Actually, he's right. Calling someone honey is usually cordial if you are friends. In France, at least. Just like mademoiselle, because some people think it's a form of flirting." I explained, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out my eyes.

"See?" Laf smiled at BJ, who just huffed and glared at him.

"Anyway. What's up?" I looked at the both of them expectingly. BJ was pouting like a little kid, causing me to giggle.

"We were going to dinner, remember?" Laf pointed to my clock.

I cursed and stood up immediately, making the boys jump. I grabbed clothes from my dresser quickly.

"Mon chéri, don't worry! We are not late." They watched me helplessly.

I ran into the bathroom, changing into the clothes quickly. I ran out and pulled my shoes on. I grabbed my things and was finished, breathing heavily. "I'm ready."

~ Time Skip ~

After we met up with Adam, we ordered an Uber to take us to the Waffle House.

"So, How's school going for you two?" Adam asked, fiddling with a napkin.

We had just ordered our food. I took a sip of my tea, shrugging.

"Pretty good. Everything is going by fast. Laf? How are you adjusting?"

"Bien. America is very interesting. A lot of connards..." He mumbled, blushing.

Me and Adam laughed while BJ sat confused. To avoid questions and awkwardness, we did not talk to him because Adam still couldn't see him. So BJ just hummed and listened when we talked.

"Don't worry, they'll regret being assholes one day. We'll make sure of it." I assured, smiling at Laf who smiled back.

"I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Adam stood up, walking to the bathroom.

"What does connards mean?" BJ asked, still confused.

"It means assholes." Laf said, chuckling.

BJ nodded and smiled, looking up when our food arrived.

"What does it taste like?" BJ asked curiously, staring at the sausage patty on my plate as if it were a block of gold.

"Sausage? Well... It's spicy and salty... I don't know, but it's pretty good. Wanna try it?" I cut off a small piece, holding it on my fork.

"Sure..." BJ hesitantly took the piece off my fork. He licked it cautiously before eating it. His eyes lit up and he smiled. "That's fucking incredible!"

Me and Laf laughed, looking at each other.

"You want the rest?" I asked. BJ nodded excitedly, holding his hand out. I gave him the sausage and he ate it in one bite.

"So, you can eat?" Laf asked, making BJ pause.

"Yeah. All dead people can still eat and drink, but we don't have to." BJ was staring at Adams plate, which also had a sausage patty.

I looked from him to the plate, smiling. "Do you want more?"

He nodded, smiling. I chuckled and walked up to the counter, ordering a plate of sausage patties.

When the waitress walked away after giving us the plate, BJ attacked it. He slowed down when Laf warned him not to eat fast.

We talked for about another minute, laughing when Adam came back.

"What are you guys talking about?" He sat down, pulling his plate closer.

"BJ didn't know what a waffle was, so when he described it, he gave the description of a giraffe. Like, how does he get those two mixed up?" We laughed more, but Adam was confused.

"BJ? Who's BJ?"

"Me."

"Him."

"Him."

We spoke at the same time, still laughing when I realized what we had said. The boys noticed right after and we all suddenly stopped laughing.

Adam looked scared, staring at BJ, but he was invisible to Adam.

"What do you mean?" Adam suddenly looked mad. "What the hell is happening?!"

I looked at Laf, who looked worried.

"Adam, we can explain..."

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