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Come & Get It by Selena Gomez

*・゚*:・゚Rory *・゚*:・゚

It is official.

Now, you may be wondering, Rory, what is this thing you speak of that is so official?

Well let me tell you. We are finally fucking going to see Madison and Everly after ages and ages of waiting.

You may also be wondering... why are you so excited Rory?

What I would answer back to that great, phenomenal question is, throughout Sage and I's time staying in France, we've come to see that some French people are a tad bit rude. Mean. Aggravated. Impatient.

Really any rude adjective you could think of.

The only people that we have met here in Paris that we actually vibe with are Madison and Everly.

Honestly, since we first talked to the both of them, we kinda just clicked.

Gasp! Like soulmates!

No, I'm joking. But, back to what I was saying. Sage and I will be heading to The Royals any minute now. I just need to wait for Sage to get her fat ass ready. I swear this woman takes 1,000 hours to get ready while I'm over here waiting for god knows how long. I always need to tell her events are an hour earlier than they actually are. Though even then, she still finds a way to be late.

Of course, she doesn't know I lie about the time we are supposed to leave to anywhere but a little white lie like that is no harm done.

"Rory, come check if I look smokin'!" Sage then screams from her bedroom.

I just roll my eyes with a smile on my face and start heading for her bedroom. When I walk in, I see her wearing a black leather jacket like me and a dress under it. She even went the extra mile to have those tight things that go up to her knees.

"God damn, Sage! You look so bitchin' it's crazy. I'm literally so gay for you, you have no idea." I tell her in disbelief while walking in and standing next to her. She gives me a 'really' type of look but then smiles.

Now we are both looking at each other on her huge wall mirror as she says, "I mean I know you're gay for me but are you sure I look good? Because I want some hot fucking people thinking I'm the 2nd hottest bitch alive."

I'm a little stumped on why she said second and I think she can tell by my furrowed eyebrows so she adds, "C'mon you twat, you're the hottest bitch I know."

"Oh stop it." I say while throwing one hand in the air like I'm a cat trying to catch something. She only looks at me with raised eyebrows and I say, "How about we are equally as hot as each other?"

All she does is have a small grin on her face while she looks back to the mirror, shaking her head.

Once she scans over her outfit a few more times, she goes to find her purse and looks back to me and does a quick nod pointing a finger at the door.

I straighten my posture and do a quick nod back while saying, "Are you ready captain?"

All she says is, 'Yes sir yes!' while doing a little salute with it.

And with that, we were out the door to the streets of Paris.

Rory's outfit —>

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