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023. LITTLE HOPE

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HER EYES OPENED TO THE bright sunlight coming inside from the windows. Julie could smell something, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was but she knew it was food.

She turned to her side while trying to get herself out of bed and found that Louis wasn't there.

Though that didn't matter, she wished he got kidnapped.

Who'd kidnap him anyway? He's a bloody git.

"I should stop spending time with British people." She spoke to herself, placing her fingers on her temples.

"Morning, Escobar. Hoped you'd passed away in your sleep, but this is alright too." Louis says, leaning against the doorframe, with a spatula in his hand. Not to mention but he was also wearing an apron.

(DON'T MIND BUT HE'D LOOK HOT IN AN APRON HKSJSKSSM)

"Oh you wish, Partridge. You aren't getting rid of me that easily." She stated as she left the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Whatever you say, darling."

"Don't call me that."

"So are you implying that only you can say that?"

"Yes, only I can and that too when I am threatening you darling." She says, tilting her head to her right, smiling sarcastically.

"We have some work to do." He walked past her inside the kitchen while she leaned on the kitchen counter.

"I am not helping."

"Can you not be a bitch for fucks sake?" Louis sighed exasperatedly whilst turning off the stove.

"No."

"Just for one day?" She looks at him suspiciously, wondering what was going on in his head. Of course she didn't know it, but tried to be a psychic bitch.

"What's in it for me?" She asks, while bouncing around the apple in her hand.

"We have to paint the walls, simple."

"What's in it for me?" She asked again.

"Well, I'll be nice to you." He says. "I guess." He mumbles the last part quietly as he heard her chuckle.

"I don't care if you're being nice to me."

"Can we just be like friends for today?"

She turns around, pondering over it for a while. Louis raises his eyebrows at her for a moment.

"Fine, but if you let me blast Taylor Swift the whole time."

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"WHICH BITCH DECIDED TO HAVE a wall yellow? Seriously, Lou ─ Partridge?" Julie stared at the white wall in front of her, while tying her hair with into a bun with a ribbon with a few strands flying out.

"It's not a very bad shade, honestly speaking." Louis remarked, his hand on his back trying to untie the apron.

"Can't even untie an apron, Partridge?"

"I thought we talked about you not being a bitch for one day."

"You're an idiot."

She stood behind him and started untie the apron strings slowly, making sure she doesn't end up choking him even though she'd love to.

His breathing hitched when her cold hands touched the skin of the back of his neck, the touch alone sending shivers down his spine.

"All done." She took off his apron and threw it to the side.

"Is that ribbon, in your hair?"

"Yeah, now get your ass moving."

He narrowed his eyes at her but continued anyway. He took the painting roller thingy and dipped it into a light shade of purple.

He handed it over to the brunette, who took it and started from one of the corners of the wall.

They started working from two different sides, but their rollers ended up in the same direction soon.

Pretty much like them.

They knew they were starting to get attached to each other, but it wasn't one of the things that they wanted to happen. They loved to hate each other.

Soon after they were finished with one wall, they had ended up ruining their clothes, but they didn't seem to mind it.

Just when Julie climbed down from the ladder, she got an idea.

"Partridge, there's something on your face!" She told him, pretending that their really was, in fact something on his face.

"Hm, what is it?" He asked, putting down his roller.

"Let me get it off." She walked towards him and pretended to look for what she saw on his face.

When she knew for sure that he had fallen for it, she quickly put some paint on his nose.

"Escobar!"

"You can't possibly catch me, Partridge!"

She ran around the flat they owned, trying to make sure to not get caught by him. She hid herself inside the cupboard, and quietly waited for him to find her.

"Don't worry, Escobar, I am for sure taking revenge."

She stayed still, even started to slowly doze off. As her eyes started to flutter close, she heard the wooden doors open.

"Found you." Louis stated as she chuckled. He got inside the cupboard and closed the door once again.

"What was the point of this, Partridge?"

He didn't answer, he said nothing, not even a single word. He just looked at her as if he was staring into her soul. She tried to brush off the emotion she felt, but she almost forgot how to breath when he leaned over her.

"What are you planning?"

She backed off, she definitely wasn't going to let his enemy kiss her in a cupboard.

As he got closer, he smirked and applied some paint on her face.

"Partridge!"

She tackled him down inside the cupboard, with them ending up opening the furnitures door and and falling out.

"Do you realise how much paint you just put on my fucking face?"

He simply shrugged. "Payback."

She got off him, dusting her clothes and finding him staring at the same cupboard.

"Did you really think I was going to kiss you?" He traced the patterns on the woods with his finger, as if he was thinking something.

"Why would I ever want you to kiss me?" She gazed at floor, she didn't know if it was a feeling of disappointment she felt, but she didn't want her silly heart to ever think it was that little hope she had deep down in her heart.

"Anyway, let's get back to our work."

The little hope that he really did kiss her.

Zoe says !
no besties ,, you ain't
getting them together
just yet 😙

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