Making a wish on a passing car

Andy’s P.O.V

I focus on my drawing, keeping my head bowed over the piece of paper as I doodle.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” a voice says and I glance up to see Louis.

“Oh yeah,” I chuckle. “Back in Germany, everywhere I went I would leave a trail of eraser shavings.”

“Eraser shavings?”

“Yeah, you know the little things that come off your eraser when you erase?” I try to explain, but I’m not sure if I’m using the right words.

“Well, can I see what you’re drawing?” Louis asks, peeking over my arm, trying to see but I cover it up.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not good. I just like to draw.”

“Then let me see!”

“No!”

“Jerk.”

“Schwanz.”

“Meanie.”

“Ficker.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Vielleicht.”

Louis is silent for a moment. “I hate this language barrier,” he comments.

I shrug, enjoying the fact that I can insult him and he’ll have no idea what I’m saying about him. “Eh, it’s alright.”

Louis looks at me accusingly. “That’s because you speak both languages!” he exclaims. “I don’t understand German!”

I trace a fake tear down my cheek and Louis grumbles as he whips out his phone and taps the screen a few time before reading out slowly, “Du…bist… argerlich.”

I chuckle at his attempt to insult me in German before shooting back one of my own. “Du bist ein Arschloch.”

Louis narrows his eyes as he recognizes a challenge, and replies with an English insult. “Prat.”

“Fotze.”

“Wanker.”

“Ficker.”

“Daft cow.”

“Dummkopf.”

“Twat.”

“Sheisskopf.”

“Whore.”

“Fich dich.”

“Slut.”

“Mutterficker.”

“Bitch.”

“Mach es dir selber.”

“Asshole.”

“Du bist ein ficker.”

“Dick.”

“Arschloch.”

“How many German swears are there?”

I laugh. “A lot, my friend, a lot.”

Louis’ eyes gleam. “We’re friends?”

“Um I-” I stutter. “Well, we know things about each other that friends would know… so yeah?”

“Awesome,” Louis grins.

We kind of awkwardly smile at each other before Amber pokes her head in the door. “Ms. Kirsche, Mr. Kiggle wants to talk to you.”

I groan. “What does Mr. Killjoy want now?”

Lou laughs. “Killjoy?”

“That’s my nickname for him,” I explain. “He’s really actually quite horrible.”

Louis laughs and I smile as I walk out the door. Amber winks at me as I pass her and I roll my eyes as I make my way down the hall. I wonder what Mr. Kiggle wants to talk to me about. We never speak with each other unless absolutely necessary and I would prefer to keep it that way.

I knock on his door and he opens it for me, welcoming me in. “Ah, Ms. Andy, what a pleasure.”

“Ms. Kirsche,” I correct for what seems the millionth time. I swear this man will never learn any manners toward his bosses.

“Well, Ms. Kirsche, I have summoned you here because I want to talk to you about advertisements,” he says, sounding much more like my boss, when in reality it’s the other way around.

“What about advertisements?” I ask, already bored with this conversation. “We already have a commercial going on; being filmed as we speak, actually.”

“Yes, well, I want to go to the papers, and I’ve talked to other heads of departments, and they all approve of it. So we just need your approval,” Mr. Kiggle says.

“What are you planning going into the papers?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.  

“We want you to date someone, someone famous,” Mr. Kiggle says.

I blanch. “No- no way!”

He sighs. “See, this is what I thought. If it concerns your personal life, you refuse to do anything with it. And I already had a nice man picked out for you.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, feeling as though my lungs are going to constrict on their own, crushing my ability to breath.

“You see, I have a document here, signed by all the heads of departments, and mind you, there are quite a few, agreeing to this so I’m afraid you’re going to have to do this.”

“But I’m the CEO,” I say, hating how pouty I sound. “I make the decisions for this company.”

“And I know that, Ms. Kirsche, but I’m afraid this is already happening,” Mr. Kiggle says, not sounding sorry at all, a gleam in his eyes that I don’t like.

Just then a knock sounds at the door.

“That would be your new boyfriend now,” Mr. Kiggle says. “You two are going out to lunch after we finish this conversation.”

“But-” my protests are lost as he opens the door.

“Ms. Andy,” Mr. Kiggle begins. “I’d like to introduce you to my nephew, Beau.”

And I think my heart stops, starts again, and then starts screaming at the top of its lungs when I recognize those grey eyes.

…

“Louis!” I call, catching his arm before he goes into the elevator.

“Oh hey Andy,” he says casually. “What’s going on? I’m just going out for lunch after I filmed, want to come with?”

My eager yes is already on my lips when I remember my horrible meeting with Mr. Kiggle. “I’m sorry, Louis, I can’t. I have a date.”

The smile on Louis’ face abruptly turns to a frown. “A date?”

“Yes,” I confess, brushing my hair out of my face. “I’m sorry. Maybe next time?” I try for a winning smile but Louis just leaves the elevator as it opens and almost immediately disappears into a car in front waiting for him.

I find myself standing outside, staring pathetically after the car that contains Louis as it speeds away, wishing for it to come back.

Please come back Louis. Get me away from him.

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can i just say this chapter sucks ass thank you and goodnight

-T A Y L O R