He's a guy that doesn't even know the meaning of the word "love."
She's a girl who's scared to know what the meaning of the word "love" is.
Add them together, and you might just get not a "love" story.
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"Alice, you got everything taken care of right?" I ask her, pacing around my room.
"Don't worry Taylor, everything will be fine." I nod, sitting down on my bed, biting my thumb as my stress and anxiety take over me.
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"I just, I don't know what to do Alice!" She raises her eyebrows at me in confusion.
"What do you mean? You just get on a plane, and you go home. And then you come back. It's a very normal thing to do Taylor," she says. Groaning I stand up, pacing yet again, around my room.
"But you don't get it! I haven't been home in five years Alice! Five. Years!" My heart starts beating fast just by the thought of going home. Honestly, the only reason I'm going home in the first place is that Lila's getting married, and the person she's marrying, is of course Shawn. Her longtime and first boyfriend.
But the worst part of all is that I haven't been home in five years! I left when I was twenty-one and now I'm a freaking twenty-six-year-old woman! Not to mention if I go home, I might see the one person I don't even want to see anymore. Carter.
"So what? Five years isn't that big of a deal Taylor. Plus, if you're getting scared because you're leaving the store for a month, don't worry about it, Victor and I got it covered," I scoff at her, running my fingers through my hair.
"Dammit, I almost forgot that I'm staying in Florida for a month. More anxiety and stress for me then," I say.
"You'll be fine mon amie. Just take a deep breath, and let it out." Listening to what Alice is saying I do what she says. I take a deep breath, and I let it out.
"It's not working!"
"Well, I don't know what to do!"
"Va chercher Victor," I tell her in French, wanting Victor here immediately. Alice sighs as she folds my clothes, packing them in my suitcases.
"Pourquoi?" She asks me.
"Alice, go get your boyfriend right now. I need to talk to him." Scoffing she stops folding my clothes, leaving my bedroom as she goes and gets Victor. "Freakin hell," I mutter, picking up my phone from the nightstand I go to my contact list, calling Lila.
"What's up bitch!" I groan, her loud voice hurting my ears as I now keep the phone a good distance from my ears.
"Comment allez-vous Lila?"
"What?" I swear under my breath, forgetting that Lila doesn't know any French. At all.
"Sorry, I forgot. It's just been a long time here in Paris that I basically always talk in French now. What I said was "how are you?"
"Oh! I'm fine girl, how are you?"
"A total mess."
"What?! Why?!" I sigh, lying down on my bed. "Now look, don't take this in a bad way, but I don't want to go home."
