Part 8: Heart

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Paris POV:

I wanted her to slap me on purpose so that I can slap her back as "self-defense" Mamaya na yung lakad namin ni Anthony.

Molly: what happened today??

Paris: self-defense haha.

Molly: your scratch though.

Paris: its fine, totally gave her a black eye.

Molly: alright. *phone rings**answers* hello?

Brandon: hey Britney check your window.

Molly: *checks window* OH MY GAWD ITS BRANDON!!

Paris: shhh! *points phone*

Molly: why are you here?

Brandon: came to meet you guys again.

Molly and Paris answered the door

Molly: h-hi Brand-

Paris: hey Brandon! So nice of you to drop by, come on in!

Brandon: hey thanks Kalel.

Paris: don't mention it *wink*

Molly: (that was weird I mean why would Paris wink at Brandon?? Does she like him?! That little brat!)

Paris: hey bro Imma get some snacks.

Molly: do you like Brandon?

Paris: yeah!

Molly: (I knew it.)

Paris: for you.

Molly: (what??) You don't like him as in "crush"?

Paris: what?! NO! I already have Anthony! Imma get snacks now aalis na ko mamaya.

Molly: ok.

Paris arrives

Paris: I'm baaack!! Here you go.

Brandon: thanks, you didn't have to prepa- WHAT'S THAT?!

Paris: what?

Brandon: is that a scratch?! Who did that??

Paris: I got into a fight with Marge but its just a scratch no biggie (I lied with that part until now my face stings!)

Brandon: I had professional medical training, with that depth of scratch I'm sure it stings until now.

Paris: uhm, it doesn't even hurt, didn't break a swea- yeah it still stings.

Brandon: hold on I think I have an antiseptic here... here we go! And um some band-aid. Come here. *opens antiseptic cap*

*pours antiseptic*

Paris: ow.

Brandon: sorry. *covers wound with band-aid*

Paris: thanks.

Brandon: no worries.

Paris: I'll be leaving now bye guys!

*leaves house*

*arrives at a cafe'*

Paris: *grooming* *sees Anthony* (he looks so good and charming no wonder all the girls are after him)

Anthony: hey Paris.

Paris: hey Anthony.

Anthony: so what would you like to order?

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