*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ The year is 2011. A year for parties, sex, drugs, etc. Rory Paisley newly moved to France for a fresh start, a dream that she had wanted since she could remember.
She expected happiness and adventure, something she never had before. What...
Don't get me wrong, these past 2 weeks have been absolutely fantastic. I finally secured a job that is only 3 blocks away from the apartment.
It has good enough pay to keep us afloat for a while. Not only that but Sage and I are going to see Madison and Everly soon.
I've been wanting to go to The Royals again since the last time we went but then I got to thinking, I have a job. Yeah, a real job to pay for the real apartment I have with my real adult life.
I know. Gross.
I cannot be going out all the time. Though I am like the most mature person ever, that won't stop me from having fun once in a while.
On a much lighter note. My job is literally amazing. I work at this cute little vintage record shop called The Nevermind shop and there's this hot fucking guy that works there which is an amazing plus.
Through all of this, one thing I have still been caught up about since 2 weeks ago is what Harry had said.
'I think we will be seeing a lot more of each other.'
Like what the fuck is that even supposed to mean? Why would we be seeing more of each other? It just doesn't make sense.
And now, on a much sadder, disappointing note, even though Harry said some mad creepy things, he is still one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. I think my vagina agreed with me the other day too.
Yeah. I know. Not one of my finest moments. That's where the disappointment roles in. I finger fucked myself and accidentally thought of Harry at some point. Don't know how it happened so I rather just forget about it.
It's not like I'm going to go out and have a one night stand with some random I find in a sketchy part of Paris. I have cool toys and gadgets so I don't need a man.
Speaking of gorgeous men, I could just fuck my coworker I now work with. Joking. Just joking. Haha.
Anyways, this brings me to right now.
I am currently sitting on a stool behind the cashier table. I actually have my break pretty soon which is good for me but I still haven't seen the sexy guy that works here today. Sade face, sad face.
I go to grab my phone considering no one is in the shop right now and I start looking through my tumblr feed and this new app called instagram. I also look to see if I have any new text messages.
I still haven't gotten an answer back from that unknown number text I got two weeks ago. I don't know if I should be happy or scared about that. I won't go with the latter and just think that the person just sent it to the wrong number. Hashtag wishful thinking.
I know for a fact it definitely wasn't Everly because she texted me later that week telling me she had my phone number. It's all so strange.
As I look through my phone, I see Tyler, the sexy, gorgeous, beautiful guy that works with me, come in.
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