so this book is going to be all one shots. I have another book for imagines and preferences, but those all follow one massive story line and one shots would mess that up. so I'll put em a here. requests are always open.
21. Let's go barbecue some food. Requested by F1driver002vroom _____
"Come on Y/N. Itll be fun!" My friend said over the phone.
"Fine. Ill be there but there better be food." I groan.
"Stupid question. Of course there will be food. This is me were talking about." My friend says. We talk for a while longer and hang up.
I guess I'm going to her place now for a gathering.
I slip into a casual but nice outfit.
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I get in my car and drive to my friends house. Shes out front with a couple of guys.
"Y/N!" She calls to me. "I know you like French guys, so theres someone in the back you might want to meet." She said. She kisses me once on each cheek, and I do the same to her.
I head around back. Not cause I want to see this French guy, but cause the drink cooler is back there, and I want something to drink.
As I walk to the backyard, I see a handful of cute guys speaking French to each other.
I roll my eyes.
One of the guys doesn't seem to be into the conversation. I speak French, so I am able to understand what they're saying.
They're talking about the girls at this party. I hear 'putain' thrown around a couple of times. Wow.
The guy who wasnt into the conversation isnt so bad looking.
Sure, his hair is a bit scruffy looking, and his eyebrows are... well... obvious. But he had this cute vibe to him. The kinda chill cute vibe. He walks away from the conversation he was never really in.
He comes over to me and the drink cooler.
"Hey." He said
"Hi." I reply
"So, what brings you to this party?" He asks.
"My friends hosting." I reply.
"That conversation was so boring. All about politics." He said.
"Hmm. Car dans les conversation politiques, on utilise le mot 'putain' souvent." I say in perfect French. ( this translates to... "oh, cause you use the word 'whore' a lot in political conventions')
"Je ne suis past si stupide" I say.(I'm not that stupid)
"Oh." The man said rubbing the back of his neck. He feels bad he was caught talking about women like that.
"I'll forget it even happened. They've probably had some drinks." I say
He nods.
We walk around the yard, and eventually my friends entire block, then end up right where we started.
By the drink cooler.
My friend had this cool thing set up at every party she hosts. Its called a 'barbecue your own food' station. She has the meat and stuff set out in the kitchen. If you want it, you take it and barbecue it yourself.
Pierre and I grab some meat and take it out to the barbecue.
"Let's go barbecue some food" Pierre said as he offered me his arm to hold.
"You know, some of my friends call me 'pierre the barbeceuer'. " he said smiling
"Well, no I didn't." I say.
"You're a very nice lady. We should go out some time." He said as he places our meat on the barbecue."
