Paris' POV:
I'm so nervous my knees are like jelly, how come I'm like this? I already went on a date with Anthony before.
Anthony: hey Kal, wanna do something fun?
Paris: uh yeah sure.
Anthony: by the way, you look beautiful. *strokes Paris' cheeks*
Paris: *blush*
Anthony: anyway my idea was to call ourselves names!
Paris: what do you mean?
Anthony: like, what do you like babe? Honey? Darling?
Paris: yeah okay, uhm... I think I like.. Babe.
Anthony: sure babe *puts arm around Paris*
Mich: you better take care of her!
Paris: whoa guys! I didn't know you followed!
Tanya: hehe we're going now! Bye!
Paris and Anthony: *waves good bye*
Anthony: so, anything specific in mind?
Paris: I think I'll let you decide.
Anthony: go ahead I think I dropped something.
Paris: dropped what?
*Paris looks around*
Anthony: I'll find it myself, you go on ahead.
Paris: okay. *walks ahead Anthony*
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Anthony: (dang, I could bang that.) Hey, you should wear skirts often.
Paris: WHAT. (Was he checking me out? I mean that's totally fine but..) *pulls down dress but revealed more cleavage*
Anthony: (what's her cup size? Ugh what am I thinking? I can't ask her that, she's obviously just a child compared to me.) Not forcing you or anything but your legs look good, you could be a model. *opens car door for Paris*
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Too Young Too Old
Teen FictionA girl falling in love with someone too old. A cassanova even. This is a taglish story.
