Liar Liar, Pants On Fire || Laurent Thierry x Reader

Chapter 2 || Con Artists

Key:
(Y/n): your name
(N/n): nickname, more specifically one Laurent would give you
Italics: thoughts

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(Y/n) p.o.v.:

I was standing in front of the infamous Hollywood sign, arms crossed as I glared at the blond standing next to me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him, and the blond just smirked at my question. "That's a secret," he answered, placing a finger on his lips and winking at me. His blue eyes glittered with mischief and I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get a real answer no matter what I did.

I once again looked at poor Edamame hanging from the letter "Y" of the sign. He looked like a caught fish that way, and he had been unconscious for the last hour or so. I didn't even properly know the man and I was worried about him, feeling responsible for his current situation. Why I had even stuck around for this long, I had no idea. All this trouble just from accidentally bumping into this man.

The woman that had appeared out of nowhere to the alley was sitting some distance away, basically leaving me and the annoying, somehow familiar French man alone to converse. I looked at the man again, only to find him staring right back at me. I decided to shrug it off as nothing, and decided to try hold up a conversation.

"So, what's your name?" I asked, trying to feel a bit more included in the situation. "Oh, I didn't tell you? I guess I forgot. Laurent Thierry, but you can just call me Laurent," the man answered, still keeping the cheeky grin plastered on his face. His name sounded awfully familiar, once again, but it seems like it was impossible for me to remember where I knew him from. I nodded as a response, and tried to figure out the next thing to ask. "Where are you from?" I once again asked, nothing else coming to mind. "Oh I'm actual-" and just as he was about to answer, I heard a voice yell from above me:

"HEEEEELP MEE PLEEAAAASEEE!!!"

My gaze immediately redirected itself to Edamame, and he seemed panicked to say the least. Laurent just chuckled next to me. "Nice, you're screaming from the diaphragm," he complimented, looking up at the poor man above us. "Let me down! You'll pay for this!" Edamame screamed again. "What did you say?" Laurent yelled back at him, smirking. Edamame just decided to ignore his question, answering with another one instead. "Who the Hell are you?!" he yelled, and Laurent answered back with a sentence I didn't exactly expect.

"We're con artists!" Laurent smirked even wider. "Excuse me?" I almost yelled at him, speaking up for the first time in this conversation. "Hush now (N/n), I'll explain it all later," Laurent winked at me for what seemed to be the 50th time already. "We'll let you down if you promise not to run!" he yelled at Edamame, and Edamame responded back with a grumpy "I won't run". After hearing that, Laurent turned over to look at the woman. "Let him down, Abbie," he said, and the woman I now knew as Abbie went over to the rope holding Edamame up, cutting it, causing Edamame to fall to the ground head first and to pass out again.

"What the actual Hell?!" I yelled out as Laurent just stood there, staring at Edamame's body slightly shocked. "You told me to let him down," Abbie muttered out as a response, sounding a bit pissed off. I slapped my hand on my face out of exasperation and groaned, walking over to Edamame's unconscious form and sitting down next to him, rolling him over so he was laying on his back. "Someone at least get me some water," I muttered out, rubbing my temples.

Why am I even here?

I have no answers to that question.

I didn't get much time to contemplate my life decisions before Laurent came over with a water bottle, handing it over to me. "Thanks," I muttered, opening up the bottle and to everyone's surprise pouring it on Edamame's face to wake him up.