US- Louis Partridge Fanfic

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It has been two weeks and it's now Saturday 21st November. I'm in the Bullring with my brother Max as my mom forced us to get her a present for her birthday tomorrow. I actually had to work extra hours this week at 'The Little Coffee Shop' (where I work), just to afford a shitty present which my mom will probably only use once. We've decided to go to Boots and get her a bath kit or something. It's cheap and nice. Also, I forgot to mention, Adam and I are talking. We have been on two dates and we see each other at college on Wednesdays and Thursdays as I'm off on Fridays and Tuesdays. He's off on Mondays and Fridays, but on Fridays we both work so we don't meet up. He's cute and all, but like Louis is still in my head. Adam and I haven't kissed yet because I don't get the connection like when Louis and I kissed. That was a real magical moment.

As we're in the shop, I see a large crowd of screaming girls run past. I wonder what's happening. I take no notice and carry on searching for this stupid present.

"You got anything squirt?" Max asks behind me.

I slowly turn around, confused. "Did you just call me squirt?"

"Yeah, and what?"

I laugh "You really do surprise me Max."

"Ugh, come on you slag. I want to play Fifa" Max impatiently begs.

"Fifa can wait. I want to get a good present for mom, so this will take as long as I will."

"What? With all that money you have? You can just about afford some chewing gum with that."

"Uh, excuse me Max. I worked really hard for this. It's not my fault my boss hates me."

"Just throw a punch."

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea. She'll definitely like me then" I sarcastically comment and roll my eyes.

"I did it once."

"Sure, you did. And I took a shit on the Eiffel tower."

"Really?" Max asks, being a dumbass.

"No."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Are you having me on?"

"You're the one who just lied to me."

"You're so dumb. How are you in Uni?" I rhetorically ask.

"Art."

"Oh my God! That was a rhetorical question for fucks sake."

"Well, you should make that kore obvious next time."

"How would I make that more obvious?"

"Tell me before."

"Well, there would be no point then."

"Why?"

"I don't know. There would just be no point."

"That was a rhetorical question."

"No it wasn't."

"Who are you to say it isn't?"

"Well because that's just not a rhetorical question."

"How?"

"Because... it's just not."

"I need proof."

Suddenly, the door swings open and a boy with a hat and a big black coat comes rushing in and he slams the door shut. The swarm of girls are against the door, banging and screaming. He locks the door and starts panting. Is a celebrity in this shop?