LSH: Don't Rain on My Parade (ItalyxReader)Don’t Rain on My Parade
You blew a tuft of hair away from your face and listen to Ludwig continue to drone on about whatever his extensive workout for the day was. Thinking about anything but how many laps you’d be running, you stared up at the clouds passing by.
“(F/n)!” you heard a strict German voice snap at you, “Have you even been listening?”
With a cocky grin, you swung your gaze up to Ludwig. “Nope,” you let the ‘p’ pop in the air around you, amused with how the sound made his stern face turn red.
Not amused at all by your smart ass remark, Ludwig blew up at you. “Then I guess you can just run laps instead of listening to me.”
“Aw come on, Luddy!” you groaned at him. Jumping up from your lying position on the ground, you grinned at him.
“Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter,
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on