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So I've been learning french already for the past 2 or so years, so I thought it would be fun if I added some phrases in. Okay, drunkdallas, here's your little scene with Cameron. This was such a chore. (Haha, I'm just kidding, I still love you, lol. Please don't kill me.) [end]
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[Bridgette's Point Of View:]
Cameron drew closer to my face, his lips lightly pecking my upper lip then my lower lip. The kiss was small at first but after every second that passed, it grew. His fingers anchored my ears and the back of my neck. Sometimes I wish we were alone, my feelings flooded my trail of thought and I could not think no more.
He finally pulled away, I looked at his dark brown eyes that complemented the white-beige nike sweatshirt he wore.
Being the annoying ass best friend Kirsten is, she just spat out, "Are you done yet? La bonté."
"Uhm, don't act up all french now. When did you learn how to speak french? Wait. What does La Bonté even mean? I've been friends with you for a respectable time and I didn't know when you learnt it, though you kinda got angry and spoke in french. Haha." I laughed and chuckled as I spoke.
"Number one, you pronounced La Bonté wrong. Two, it means goodness. Three, my mom is a frnech major, for I don't know what reason. Four, I could go saiyan on you in french really soon if you don't stop hooking up right now. Ceci est ma maison, mes règles, vous devez suivre." She lengthily lectured me.
"Okay okay. Your house, your rules, We need to follow them. Blah blah blah, ugh. Are we right?" Cameron and I joked around with her little french sentence. She uses that so much that was one of the seven other phrases I remember because of her.
"Hey Cameron, what happened to the ice in your pants and the accent you were supposed to be talking all night in?"
"Uhm. I think the ice melted." Cameron spoke again in a stramge accent.
"Oh okay. Hahaha." Kirsten's laugh sounded a bit off for a minute after Cameron's little statement of thr melting of the ice in you know where.
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We kept going round and round and round, spinning the bottle, but it seemed like Hayes and Kirsten haven't got a chance to do anything yet. On purpose. I knew it. They practically knew what we were going to dare or ask them anyways.
I grabbed the bottle and spinned it once more, finally it pointed right at Hayes.
"Truth or dare mister?" Cameron leaned in, shortening the distance between him and Hayes.
Hayes scratched the back of his neck and started off saying, "Dare."
"I dare you to jump into the pool with all your clothes on then kiss your girlfriend, Kirsten, little bro." Nash challenged his little brother on quite a good dare. I mean, who likes getting all their clothes wet?
"That's no big deal, Nash." Hayes laughed it off, took out his phone and pulled Kirsten's hand to the pool.
I fixed their phones and placed them on the kitchen.
They went running out through the black-framed, glass sliding doors and dashed out, laughing and giggling.
Half-running, half-walking to the pool, all of us saw the two getting ready to jump into the pool.
"Hey! I thought this is Hayes' dare?" Cameron yelled from a distance away from the two.
"Yeah yeah, who cares. Since when did I give a damn Cameron?" Kirsten rolled her eyes, playfully indicating her sarcasm levels are high today.
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