what about us | l.s.

fourteen

October 13, 2008

"Haz, come on! It's not like it'll bite or anything. It's dead."

"Louis. It could come alive like in Frankenstein or something!"

Louis shook his head and poked at the frog that was lying dead in front of them. They were supposed to be dissecting, but Harry refused to touch it. As someone that thrived in grade ten science, Louis had no problems with their assignment. Harry, on the other hand, was minutes away from regurgitating his breakfast all over the floor.

"Listen. We need to open up this frog and examine its insides. So either you do it, or I will hold your hands and do it for you."

"So what you're offering is hand-holding or death. I think I'll go with the hand holding."

Louis snorted and grabbed Harry's gloved hands. With ease and plenty of protests from Harry, they sliced open the frog.

"Lou! This thing smells terrible-"

"What did you expect, Harold? It's a frog."

The two took turns examining the amphibian and taking notes on their findings. Harry was appalled when they discovered the gender.

"I cannot handle this. We just murdered a female frog. Are those eggs!?"

"You need to calm down. We did not murder it. It's already dead."

Harry flung his pencil at Louis' head before Louis retaliated by wiping frog liquid on Harry's shoulder.

"Louis! You-"

He was cut off by the heavenly sound that was Louis Tomlinson's laugh. He watched in awe as Louis' eyes crinkled, and his face erupted in a grin.

"There is no way you're smiling at the frog juice on your shoulder," Louis stated, a smile still present on his face.

Harry winked and bumped Louis' shoulder, ignoring the way a fly was descending upon the frog.