TEMPTRESS

XXI.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

"I'm depressed." Emily mumbled, kicking the pool water with her feet, droplet's landing on her knees and Angele's face, who frowned, opening her eyes and wiped off the water.

"Is ecstasy really worth it?" Daniel mumbled as he treaded water and swam up to them, gripping the edge of the pool. "Borrowing a few hours of happiness from the future? Only to be like zombies for the next few days."

Angele shrugged, her head resting on Emily's lap. "Last night was amazing though." She admitted. "Maybe it was worth it."

"Yeah, we know." Daniel chuckled, rolling his brown eyes.

"We heard you guys' last night. You both we're extremely loud." Emily giggled. "All the splashing and music in the world couldn't cover up your moans."

"Oh mon dieu." Angele covered her reddening face. "Okay, moving on, swiftly... What are you guys going to do next?" She asked them, not wanting to discuss her and Julien's adventures from the night before.

"We were thinking of heading towards Nice for a few days before going back to Paris." Daniel answered.

Emily nodded. "Brent is staying with me in Paris for a few months before heading back to Australia for a month! Leaving me by myself." She grumbled.

"Hey, hey, I just need to get my things and say goodbye to my family." He laughed.

"Wah, wah." Emily giggled.

It was a lazy morning in the Toulousian villa, everyone was coming down in their own way. Alexandre was sleeping like a log in his bed, waking up to use the restroom or to eat food while Adrien spent his morning reading and smoking, feeling burned out from the night before, he was contemplating his life's decisions at this point as if he had an empty hole in his chest. Emily was clearly depressed and didn't want to move away from the sun, Daniel tried to get rid of any side effects by swimming laps in the pool, he was at his 55th lap and counting. Like Alexandre, Julien was out cold on his bed, trying to catch up on sleep and Angele was trying to to break down in tears over every single thing. She hated her fragile heart with a passion. On the other hand, Ethan was using his drugged hangover to write what he was feeling, at this point, he could've easily written a novel.

"NON! Merde! Ah, putain!" She gasped, staring at herself in the mirror.

"Quoi?" Julien mumbled, lifting his head up from the soft fluffy pillow.

"J'ai un bouton." Angele stared at herself in the mirror, a large frown set on top of her face with a gasp. A bright pink pimple emerged on top of her upper right cheek. "Merde." She swore once again.

"What are you talking about?" The tired Julien mumbled, getting up from the bed, ambling over to her.

She pushed him away as she covered her cheek. "Don't look. I'm hideous." She pouted. Julien tumbled back slightly.