Gunpowder and Hyacinths

chapter five

Ophelia's pov

"Their names are Luke Kingston Giovanni and Rafael Castillo." As the words left his mouth, my heart which was beating frantically not a few seconds ago quietened down as if waiting in anticipation. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Who knew those hot dudes also had hot names! Damnnn!

"Well... you didn't tell me whose who in the zoo?" "Hahaha" His laughter was the only response I received for 3 seconds as it continued to bounce of the walls of my bedroom. It was soon joined by my own laughter.

I can't help but laugh when he does. You know, sometimes you tell a funny joke and it leaves you gasping for air but then you find some people's laughter are even more funnier than the joke. So just when you thought you didn't have any breath left you end up laughing even harder. Let's just say Henri's laugh is some people's.

After we calmed down from out fit of laughter he sighed and then said "Your beginning to sound more and more like your grandmother." You might be wondering how Henri even knows of the more distinguishable similarities between me and my grandmother.

Well to answer your question, it's because he's met her. He's met most of my family and sometimes it feels like I'm the friend. He gets along with everyone and they really enjoy his company as does he.

I responded to his comment by pouting as I often do when I'm annoyed. It's a habit I picked up since I was 4 and unfortunately it never left. You know how they say habits are hard to break? I think I might have taken that to a whole other level.

"Well which grandmother are you referring to?" "Your mom's mother." Henri replied. "I shall take that as a compliment then. By the way you didn't finish explaining."

"Oh yea, ok so the ethereal guy who you seem to be fangirling over so much is none other than Rafael Castillo. And...drumroll please..." He then began to lightly tap his 2 pointer fingers against the soft mattress in a rhythmical pattern.

"Luke Kingston Giovanni" he finally said.

"Oh, hey doesn't Giovanni sound Italian? He didn't sound Italian when he spoke to me. He sounded British more than anything."

"He is both in fact. He's half-British-half-Italian. His mom is Italian and his father is British. His father took his mother's surname by choice. He spent most of his childhood in Italy but he then moved to London with his father. So I guess he picked up his accent from  his stay in London." Henri replied.

"And where exactly did you find all this information?" "You would be surprised where a fake account can get you." He said matter of factly. "So you made a fake account and stalked him?" "Noo, I made a fake account and stalked his parents duh. And I only stalked their Instagram and Facebook accounts." Henri replied in an innocent tone.

"That makes me glad my mom doesn't have Facebook or Instagram. Imagine all the pictures she would post of me. I wouldn't even have friends." "Hahaha, nah you just wouldn't have many friends. Actually you're right, you wouldn't have any friends except me."

I engulfed him in a hug, my words coming out muffled but just loud enough for him to hear me. "Thank you, you're the best friend I could ever ask for and the only 1 I need." He wrapped his arms tightly around me gently patting my back and replied "You're the only friend I need."