❝ 𝐈'𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 songs for you, max ❞
⸻ IN WHICH, wendy sailor moves from bordeaux, france to hawkins, indiana when her mother gets a new job. she was going to get a fresh start, but can we always get what we want ?
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° s3; chapter three, act one ✧.*✎ michael myers of freddy krueger
JULY 1ST, 1985
translations google translate usedsomay be inaccurate : menteuse : liar couché : lying nous ne sont pas couché : we aren't lying ma fleur : my flower
ITS MY BIRTHDAY IS TMR !! ( when this is published ) AND IM SO EXCITED RAHHHWHDHEJ
not spell checked or edited
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⸺ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 ?! 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 !? 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄 ! you are couché ! " and that's why the duo regretted it so much..
gwen pointed her finger at el, max and wendy who sat on the bed looking at the floor as if their mother was telling them off. she was pacing around the room, she had ran her hands through her hair so much she looked like one of those crazy scientists in old movies.
" gwen ! " wendy yelled, standing up and grabbing her shoulders.
" nous ne sont pascouché. " wendy spoke calmly, rubbing circles into gwendolynes shoulders.
" prove it. " gwen looked them all in the eye, before stopping on el. the one whe allegedly had powers, and wasn't spanish and just didn't know english cause she was in a lab for 12 years.
max and wendy both looked at el, nodding that it was okay. so she did, eleven stood up and wendy took her seat again.
" what is she gonna do ? " wendy whispered, grabbing maxs hand; she always liked touch, even if it was unnecessary.
the corner of maxs lips spiked up in a smile at the warm hand in hers, looking at their hands briefly and interlocking their fingers before actually looking up at wendy. " no idea. "
