The Romance Trip: Chapter 4

I arrived home, soggy and wet, only to find Olivier playing more videogames.

"Wow, what happened to you?!" He asked, obviously enjoying himself.

"Note to self," I comment. "Never make Simone L' roux upset."

"Clearly," he remarked laughing. "So, what exactly did she do to you?"

"She hit me across the face, and sprayed me with the hose," I say discomfited.

"So what did you do after that?" He asked inquisitively.

"Nothing," I remarked. "Raphael took the hose away from her and sprayed her in the face. Then she flipped him off."

"Wow," he pauses. "I wish I was there!" He laughs.

"What the hell, Olivier!"

"By the way, Raphael totally has a thing for you," he mentioned proficiently.

I blushed. "What would make you say that?!"

"Do I really have to explain it? What do you think he was going to ask you during that phone call the other day?!"

"How do you know about that?!" I yell.

"I was eavesdropping again."

"Olivier! Qu'est-ce qui cloche avec toi? Pourquoi avez-vous de se comporter comme un salaud tout le temps?!" He gave me a questioning look.

"Faus, you know that I'm taking Spanish, so either write everything down so I can translate it later, or speak in English," Olivier said smugly.

"No, because if I do, Mom will kill me, and then she'll kill you for eavesdropping and provoking me!"

"What you said was really that bad, huh?"

"Let's just say I used quite a bit of profanity," I reply aggravated.

"Well, mark my word, by the end of that Quebec trip, you two will be a couple," he replied.

"He didn't even ask me out, and he may not have any way!"

"But you wanted him to!" Olivier said putting in the last word, which he always gets.

I roll my eyes and walk out of the room. Did I really want Raphael to ask me out? Would he even want to ask me out?