lovely - Leonardo DiCaprio

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"You're gonna regret this, kid — Lottie! Open the door — "

Hearing him protesting, desperately knocking at the door, I reached out for not long.

"You called?" I said, trying my best to suppress my laughter.

Torn if he's supposed to be pissed or laughing too, he was imminent to follow my chortle as he displays a confused look with the music coming from inside.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. You've got some great songs there," I answered, referring to the sounding small speaker.

"No, it's alright. But seriously, though. What do you think you're gonna do with your dad?" he pushes the door gently as he swifts his body to enter the room.

I turned around, clearly forgetting about what's actually happened just a few moments earlier.

With a little pause, I muttered, "I-I don't know, Leo. What he did to me, to my mom—is not just something I can go pass through my head instantly. I need, well – time, I guess."

"Okay," he answers, "I'll go tell them to send him home, is that alright?"

But I didn't want him to leave me.

"No."
"Let's just — play Call of Duty," I added, immediately motioning my hand towards the console.

"Oh, okay. Great. I'll go set it up, make yourself comfortable — just don't destroy my bed." he quipps, as I let out a scoff whilst sitting down and placing a pillow over my lap. The scent was unwavering, similar to his clothes, I wanted to bury my face onto it. What's gotten into me?

I scanned my eyes in his room, it was very tidy, and minimalist. But then I saw textbooks lying around beneath his table.
And then something just hit through my head randomly, exams.

"Exam's in a week."

He stretches, then proceeded to get his controllers, "I know right? Plenty of time, life is good."

Exams are a real concern for me, I mean – I'm not terrible at them, but I just stress so much with the time and the obsession of getting everything perfect and correct, it had always been the cause of definite pressure in my studies. It's like, I was born being in love with literature and reading in general. But then written exams make me so strained mentally, I can't explain it either.

"Plenty of time—are you crazy?" I started. "No, we gotta, I gotta, I-I need to study like, right now."

"Woah-woah, calm down." he reassures, "Just for fun, are you sure you still need it, though?"

"—OF COURSE."

"Alright, alright, okay, I'm sorry, jeez. God, I can't believe this." he stands up, as lazily as he could, and got his books.

"Seriously, you don't make notes?" I breathed, I can feel how annoying I must've been. But I needed to attain great marks on this exam, this is the first step of being able to go to Sorbonne.
"Whatever, come on, let's start with History, then French right after."

A bit rushing, he flipped through the pages of his History book and started running his index finger to a particular page. "We're at The Great Compromise of 1876, right?" he asked, sitting down adjacent to my position as I nod.
"Who are the two people that were in between the election of 1876?"

Tilting my head to the left, trying to think as fast as I could, I spoke, "Was it Rutherford Hayes and... Samuel Tilden?"

"Correct. Define Scalawags."

"Nasty low person used to describe white southerners who supported the republicans."

Many minutes and Leo's lazy groaning later, we have finished History.

"Okay, good. That was a great introduction for History this midterm," I said.

His jaw dropped, he lied down as he groans even more, "This was just the introduction for History this term?"

"Come on, let's do French now."

Standing up to his seat, he responds, "I'm actually a bit fluent with French I don't think I have told you that."

Gliding my eyebrows upwards and stretching the corner of my lips, I answered, "Really?"

"Yeah, alright let's start." he paused. "Give me the articles that are mostly used in French."

"Un, les, la, est, sont, es, suis, et, être, as, and avoir."

"And how do you introduce yourself?"

"Oh, uh — Bonjour, Comment t'allez-vous? Je m'appelle Giselle et je souhaite être en France un jour." [Hello, how are you? My name is Giselle and I wish to be in France someday.]

"Yes, okay. How about apology, thanks, and remarks when... let's see, when a friend gives you something and they now had to go away?"

"What the f—you know what – alright. Um, Je suis désolé et merci pour tout... Damn, this is hard. Je n'arrive pas à croire que nous ne nous reverrons pas. Tu vas me manquer pour toujours." [I'm sorry and thank you for everything, I can't believe we're not gonna see each other again. I will miss you forever.]

"Yes, right again! Tu es vraiment unique en son genre." [You really are one of a kind.]

A little taken back, I didn't realize my eyes widened a bit. I kept myself together and breathed, "Je peux te comprendre, idiot."
[I can understand you, dumbass.]