Her eyes fluttered shut, she was exhausted. But a ringing sound in her ear woke her up again. "Noooo whyyyyy? Ugh, fine." She pulled her phone out and answered. "Bonjour belle!" A too familiar French accent chirped. She chuckled. "Bonjour Louis. Comment est mon français préféré?" "Très bien merci! Et toi?"
(JUST PUTTING THIS OUT THERE HE SAID HELLO BEAUTIFUL I KNOW GRAMMAR.)
(Lol)
(Just putting that out there.)
"Yeah Lou! You shouldn't have," he had finally stopped his laughing fit… For now.
"I sold my soul and went through hell for these tickets, you are not backing out of this vous enculé sournois." "When's the show?" "In three days. You're favorite Frenchman is showing up in America tomorrow!" "Louis! That soon? You should've said something sooner!" "Meh. I had packing to do."
"So cocksuckers here pal,"
"You shut up." She giggled, playfully glaring at him. "Is the show local?" "Nope! We're taking a road trip up to New York City!" "Louis! You know how much I…actually I love impromptu road trips they're amazing." "Exactly."
By now, Ryan had part of her hair in a multi strand braid.
"Can you come pick me up at the airport? I'm French, you're driving and money is weird." She sighed and laughed. "Of course. Anything for my favorite Frenchie."
“You’re her favorite fighting Frenchman,”
"Lafayette!" She laughed. "I said shush! Hamilton is our thing!" "Very much so Monsieur."
Lillian frowned, "I'm sorry."
“And you have a French friend so I can make Beauty and the Beast jokes… also… Italy is better,”
"What?! Why you-!" He trailed off, muttering obscene words in French. "Ey! Stop cursing out my fiancé. He's a dick but I love him." "I will fight you, pasta obsessed Italian!"
“Pasta is amazing and I’m from Italy so… suck it home boy,”
"Will you two stop it? Now, I want both of you to apologize. I refuse to have my fiancé and my best friend hate each other tomorrow because of country differences." "…Désolé ou peu importe." "Lou…" "D'accord, d'accord, je suis désolé."
“Cosa ha detto,”
She elbowed him in the ribs. "Properly. No cutting corners, sugar." "I thought that was reserved for Dominique and Allie." "Nah, I haven't talked to them since freshman year. I think they broke up. Or they just hate me."
“I refuse to believe that anyone else is sugar,”
"Too late. It already happened." "Louis!" "What? It's true!"
“Nope. I won’t believe the lies,”
"Don't listen to him, he's a liar." She kissed his cheek with a smile. "I am not! I am a Frenchman with pride and honor!" He defended.
"Too much pride mio amico," He laughed.
"Do you really have to marry this guy? Il est une sorte de connard." "Yes, yes I do." "Why?" "Because I love him."
"Tu non sai niente di me," he defended.