“Winn to the fred?”
My nose scrunches up as if I just smelled something utterly putrid. I shake my head in disapproval.
His lips scrunch up together while his eyes look to the sky for a moment before landing back down on me with a hopeful look.
“Fred?”
I slightly tilt my head to the side, waiting to see if he was just merely bluffing.
By the way his eyebrows are cocked and his bottom lip sticking slightly out in a sounds pretty good right? kind of way, I know that he’s actually serious.
‘You do know I’m a female right?’ I mouth. I begin sliding my longboard back and forth with my body, continuing to sit on the edge of it.
Louis does the same thing with his skateboard, sighing deeply.
“Oi! I’ve given you like a hundred suggestions so far and you haven’t agreed with one!” He complains, his hand going to his red Philadelphia snap back pulling it downward to keep it from falling.
He’s wearing a black Adidas t-shirt today.
My hands rested on my lap along with my napkins ‘I already told you what you can call me.’ My lips formed.
He rolls his weird eyes.
Damn, I’m not even sure what color his eyes are anymore to be honest. Yesterday, they were this bright blue that resembled the glow of a morpho butterfly’s wings. However, today they are this light gray that mirror the shade of the smoke that’s released from his lips after an intense blow from a cigarette.
I asked him if his eyes glow in the dark too since they are obviously not ordinary, but he just raised an eyebrow and laughed.
I’m taking that as a maybe.
“I’m not calling you Queen.”
I scoff before grabbing my pen from my pocket, using my knee as a temporary desk trying to write as neatly as I can on a napkin.
‘Why not? My last name is Queen, it’s fuckin(g) sick, and it’s better than Fred.’ I write, handing him the paper and seeing how his eyes gaze over my words.
He just shakes his head before looking back up at me, his finger pointing to the napkin.
“So you get Queen and I get Llama. How does that work?”
Now his arms are crossed. A small smile spread on my lips.
‘You look like a llama when you’re grumpy.’ I respond simply, seeing his eyes narrow.
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Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Book 3, ✉Winnie isn't one for drama, for fame, for attention. She enjoys water droplets, bad movies, dirty jokes, her two best friends, weeds, and just things that make her feel average. She always speaks her mind, but not physically sin...
