The Good Mademoiselle and Monsieur
Lilly's POV"Lilly! Lilly, please! I don't want to go alone." That doughnut Oliver was practically on his knees trying to convince me to go to a San Francisco Giants baseball game, and I was trying to convince him to stop asking me.
"No! Go ask Miley."
"She's going to a CD signing."
"She doesn't have a-Ugh Miley..." That's just like her, to use Hannah as an excuse to get out of something. She doesn't have a CD signing...She has a date with the TV.
"What?"
"Nothing...How did you get these tickets anyway?"
"My cousin gave them to me."
"Your cousin just gave you these tickets?"
"Well yeah...Turns out that today's the day his wife decided to have her baby. Why would she want to have a baby on the same day she's going to a baseball game?"
Wow...Is he really that stupid? "Oliver, you can't really pick the day you have the baby, well sometimes you can, but most of the time you don't!"
"Oh...So will you come?"
"Will you stop bothering me?" His answer to the question was a huge smile and a vigorous head shake. It kind of reminded me of the reaction you would get if you asked a little boy if he wanted some ice cream. "Okay then fine."
"Yes!" He jumped off his knees and into the air and pumped his fist. Then he did some weird dance that reminds me of Hairspray.
"But Oliver-" He stopped mid-dance and turned his head towards me, "-you better not act like this."
Then he stood up straight, straightened out his clothes and cleared his throat. "Of course my lady. Shall we head out, Mademoiselle?"
I couldn't help but play along. "Yes, Monsieur. We shall." We linked arms and then walked out to the car.
When we got in, Oliver's dad, who was going to drive us, asked us what we were doing. Our response? We both burst out into laughter. He just gave us a look and said, "Kids."
And then we were off.
A/N: Not one of my best...Most of this story is actually based on when I went to a baseball game...I got the inspiration from that game...