" 𝚆𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢
𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎
𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎
𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙
𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐."
𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
"PAPI!" The little girl screams, her eyes matching her father's terrified look.
"Ramsey, no!" Her father warns, the...
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ANTEBELLUM: XI
RAMSEY BIANCHI
I PUSHED PAST THE DOUBLE DOORS THAT LEAD INSIDE VANITY FAIR'S BUILDING, ETHAN TRAILS BEHIND ME WEARING ONE EARBUD ON. I step back, encircling my arm around his, before we continue our walk toward Aunt Ivana's office. Ethan pushes the elevator's button, seconds later the elevator doors open and we step in, the door sealing behind us.
I push the seventh-floor button as it begins to move upward, I step back with a content sigh as I turn to Ethan with a smile.
"Well, someone's a happy loser," Ethan mumbles, his expression amused as he stares at my happy smile.
I decided to act as if it was nothing, "Oh, tu sabes, life is present. I'm just happy to be alive and healthy, those are good reasons to be happy."
Ethan raises an eyebrow, his expression clearly stating he didn't buy it. "Okay, loser. You're acting strangely, you're either being your sarcastic self or your Kill Bill self, there's no in-between."
I shrug, my smile never wavering. "Well, there's always a first."
Ethan groans loudly, "Come on, spill it. Don't leave me in the dark here."
Unable to contain my own excitement, I burst into fits of giggles as I turn to face my cousin, Ethan stares at me. Half eager and half scared, I do admit he has a point, it's been a while since I've felt this much excitement and happiness for something. I wasn't even this excited when Coach announce Midtown Track and Field was participating in the Outdoors Nationals, and running is like my utopia. This is all Peter Parker's fault, this boy changes my attitude in seconds, I can be grumpy but if he crosses my peripheral vision my whole demeanor changes into something more relaxed and content. It's incredible how you change over a stupid crush, gee.
"He he, this loser has a date!" I squeal like a little girl; Ethan's eyes widen in horror just as the elevator's door dings open.
"God has mercy on that poor soul," Ethan says, my smile drops and turns into a scowl as we both step into the editing floor.
