Sweaty and totally out of breath, I lay down on the grass of Pierre's garden. We have run for at least one and a half hours and I am destroyed.
"Remind me to never ever go jogging with you again, you are fast and you have a stamina mine isn't anywhere close to and I jog regularly too." Pierre laughs and looks at me while grinning.
"So, as an apology and a way to cool down, why don't we go for a swim. I mean, I have a pool, so why not make use of it." Before Pierre can say anything else, I stand up and sprint up the stairs to get changed into my bikini. "And then you can run!" I hear him yell and I laugh. Once upstairs and in my bikini I braid my hair in two french braids before taking my sunglasses and walking down the stairs. "Well, that took you long enough." Pierre grins and I look at him, wide-eyed.
"Well, some people care about their appearance. Looking at your hair, you don't care that much." I quickly start running as Pierre comes for me. I laugh until his arm wraps around my waist and drags me into the pool. When I resurface I splash some water in his face and after a good five minute I sit on the edge of the pool. "Thank you again Pierre, this is amazing." Pierre scoffs.
"I am telling you once, stop thanking me!" I quickly nod. "It is nice to have you around, for some reason, you can make me forget about Julia. I know it sounds stupid, but it is true."
"I'm glad I can help you with that, but one day you will have to let her go."
"I know, will you help me?" In the meantime he has taken a seat beside me and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Of course I will."
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WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly
FanfictionTHIS BOOK IS A PARRALEL TO THE WHATSAPP BOOK WITH STOFFEL, BUT STARTS AFTER AN IMPORTANT EVENT IN THAT BOOK SO NU ADVICE IS TO FIRSTLY READ THE BOOK ABOUT STOFFEL When Pierre fell for his best friend Julia Verstappen, Max Verstappen's sister, his wo...
