No matter how hard you tried you cannot seems to wrap your head around French. French is your worst subject, despite having a boyfriend who speaks French, and you don't know why you took French in the first place. Balthazar was not helping right now. He was too busy to help you with french. Of course, you would've bother him but he was too far.

Right now he was watching you bang your head on the table, how helpful of him. He smirked as your groaned once more before falling onto the floor. And just stayed there.

"Why does your father hate me, Bal?" You asked from the floor.

Balthazar shrugged his shoulder and came to your side.

"How I am suppose to know? I have never seen him!" He said. Crouching next to you.

"Oh yeah, I totally forgot that your dad is only seen by Archangels because he hates everyone else and he's a deadbeat."

He rolled his eyes and picked you up.

"No matter how much that was entirely right that was uncalled for."

You rolled your eyes this time before snuggling up to Balthazar's chest. He sat down on the couch and played with your hair. So what were you going to do? Watch Titanic? (Just to piss him off.) Lie in the silence? (Debating whether it is awkward or comfortable.)

"You know I love you right?" Balthazar said.

You scoffed. "Yeah, I really know! How many times have I told you. Maybe if you said in French then I'll believe it."

You smiled to yourself since you were joking with him. But he didn't caught on right away.

"Je t'amie!"

You looked at him confused. Then realise he was saying I love you in french. You smiled at him.

"You know I was joking right? I do know you love."

Bal scoffed but pulled you into a kiss. When the kiss was tore apart. You whispered in his ear.

"Je t'aime."