Chapter 7: Gucci Gang

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(Jamie Pov)

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(Jamie Pov)

"It's so pretty here!"

Mari squeals as we make our way through the streets at night. He holds my hand tight and because of his constant zig-zagging, I had to keep tugging him back before he got hit by crowds of people or mopeds.

As we walk through the streets at night. We reach the Eiffel Tower and Mari does a cute little dance.

"Ah Jamie, we should do this country-hopping thing more often! From London to America to France to The Island of Bridgeport!" He giggles as he grabs my arm with his other hand and rests his head against my shoulder

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"Ah Jamie, we should do this country-hopping thing more often! From London to America to France to The Island of Bridgeport!" He giggles as he grabs my arm with his other hand and rests his head against my shoulder.

"Are you okay Fin?" I hear Clara ask her cousin from behind us.

"Yeah I'm fine..." he grumbles back.

Closed off as always, but he was so quiet and reserved that even I was concerned. He was usually so boastful and insulting.

"He got into a fight with Lei," Mari whispers as he kisses my cheek as if he can read my mind.

"How do you know that?" I ask and he shrugs.

"I looked over his shoulder while he was texting at dinner," He whispers with a small chuckle.

"You did what?"

Finley suddenly asks and Mari suddenly freezes with fear.

"I mean I umm I looked at umm...Ahhh!"

Mari goes jogging forward as Finley rips him out of my arms and the two go at it.

"My boyfriend and I are none of your god damn business you little shit!" Finley yells at Mari while struggling to get him into a chokehold.

I put my hands in my pockets and look at Clara shaking my head while she rolls her eyes.

"They've always been like this," she explains.

"Ah, so I'm not the only one who picked up on their ridiculousness." I laugh and she locks her arm in mine,

"They're so embarrassing," She jokes as we turn to walk away,

"HEY!" I hear Mari call out as Clara and I start to walk away.

"Sorry, do we know you?" Clara calls back and I burst out laughing. Mari suddenly hops on my back,


"Back off Clara! He's Mine!" Mari fights and slaps her arm away from mine.

He wraps his legs around my hips and his arms around my shoulders as I reach back and hold him up like I always do.

While laughing at his clinginess I tilt my head up, It was late at night and I had known we weren't the only ones in the Effiel tower square, but there was one woman in the distance, dressed like a beggar who stared at us.

Her stare gave me mixed feelings and I quickly steer our small gang in the opposite direction.

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