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The One You're With Part Eight

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(Name) sat on her porch watching the dragonflies while waiting for Francois to pick her up. She was going to be spending the day with him at his house. She still wasn’t sure about allowing him into her world, but the deadline was coming up. She bit her lip. Francis still didn’t seem to notice which meant soon she would have to let him inside, but she was nervous about that. She sighed softly and checked her phone. He was late. She put her phone away and leaned back, but when she did she got a text. She answered it and was shocked, it was Francois, apologizing for being late.

Francois: ‘Sorry I’m late babe…Al and Matt wouldn’t fucking leave me alone long enough to get dressed, I’m on my way. Make it up to you.’

(Name): ‘It’s alright, I get it. And okay, you owe me dinner.’

Francois: ‘Deal.’

She had to smile softly, he wasn’t totally awful, in fact he wasn’t awful at all, she was enjoying their time together. She had no idea why she hadn’t noticed this before. Her heart began to beat fast when she got another text this time from Francis.

Francis: ‘Hey I have to skip our tutoring session this Saturday. Got a date.’

(Name): ‘Okay, I understand.’

That broke her heart, she just wanted to throw her phone. He was such an idiot. Couldn’t he see she loved him? Didn’t he care she was dating someone he hated? She sighed, well at least that freed up more time for her to continue with her sham relationship. She looked at her phone again when it rang. It was Francois

She answered it, “Bonjour I’m just down the street be ready, oh and if by Saturday
Francis hasn’t figured this out…I get invited inside.” He chuckled and hung up.

She sighed and hung up as well as she stood. She knew that was coming. It was their agreement. She walked out to meet him as he drove up. He reached over and opened her door from inside the car and she got in. She smiled in greeting.

“Come over Sunday.” She said, “I’ll make you dinner.”

“Why? You still have your tutoring for him to admit his love for you.” He teased.

“Nope, he called and cancelled, he’s got a date.” (Name) explained.

“Well then,” Francois said with a grin, “I’ll be here.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” She chuckled softly.

“So will you parents be okay with this?” he asked.

“I don’t think they’d care.” She said and looked at her feet on the car floor.

“Alright.” He said with a shrug, though he was confused, she never talked about her parents, and even when asked she avoided the subject, he wondered why.

‘Maybe Oliver can get this information out of her.’ He thought with a small smirk on his lips. He drove to his house. Salacia looked out the window, how could she explain this to him…that her parents were off in god-knows where Greece teaching and only sent her checks to pay for her groceries and needs while paying for the house. At first it had been really cool to have the place to herself, but now it was lonely. She had originally not wanted to take up tutoring, but when she lost all the charmed feeling to her house she took it up to have people around, even people that were bored or didn’t want to be there.

She sighed and looked at her hands, “Something wrong (Name)?” Francois asked.

“Oh, yeah…I was just thinking….” She muttered.

“About what?” he asked.

“How good it’s gonna be to have a day off…even though it’s a day off without seeing him…it’s still a day off from trying to teach someone what they don’t  want to learn…” she said with another sigh.

“You know it’s not really nice to talk about another man when you’re with yours.” He teased in his delectable French accent, that was one thing that both he and Francis had to their credit, a sexy accent.

She turned to him and leaned over and batted her eye lashes mockingly at him before teasing, “Aww, you’re not starting to like me, are you~?” she asked.

He scoffed and playfully shoved her arm making her laugh and sit back in the seat, “That’s what I thought.” She teased.


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When they got to his house he shut the car off and got out to let her out. She smiled and thanked him. He led her into the house. It still smelled of cigarette smoke, she found herself getting used to it. She smelled something else too…sugar…Oliver was busy already. She pecked Francois’s cheek and walked to the kitchen seeing Oliver mixing together another batter. It was an experiment day. She didn’t come in here often as Oliver didn’t want a guest in the kitchen too often. It always shocked her how small it was, yet he made it work.

She always wondered what would happen if he ever saw her mother’s seldom used
chef’s kitchen. Would he squeal and act all giddy? Or faint THEN squeal and act all giddy? But she knew he would love it. ‘Maybe after this is all is over we could still be friends and I’ll have him over sometime.’ She mused as she walked up to him.

“Hello Oliver.” She said in her sweetest tone.

“Hello poppet!” he said turning to smile at her and had a ten dollar bill in his face, “What’s this for?”

“If I burn myself I may let loose a naughty word.” She said, “I figured I’d give you a ten for each fifty cent word.”

“You know, you’re the first to do this, and though I don’t approve of the words…this is showing more of an effort than any of them.” He said making her laugh.

“I’ll stay away from the top three as best I can.” She said with a smile, “Now where do you need me?”

“Right over here, I’ve put the recipe right here.” He said showing her is personal recipe book, each recipe was written in his elegant script, “If you need any help please ask, all the ingredients are out, except the eggs and milk, they are in the refrigerator dear.”

“Thank you.” (Name) said with a smile as she gathered read over the recipe, she had always bought his sweets at school bake sales but this was the first time she made them with him. He always sold five different things, but apparently he tested twenty beforehand, on his brothers and now her to see which would go over this time, she kind of felt honored to be included in this ritual, “Let’s do this.” She said and began to measure out her flour.
Am I the only one who just wants to be best friends with Oliver?

Okay, so Francois is about to know the truth of Reader-chan's home life. Will drama ensue?

I really appreciate comments. ^^

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YAY!!! I love this series, please update soon, I'd love to read some more!!! The best part is coming and yes I love Oliver too, I think baking is so fun :)