I've never wanted to kiss Finley for any other reason than to fuck more than I do now.
He's sat on some wooden bench, balancing a cigarette between his teeth beside two dark skinned French girls eating some pastries.
I caught them looking over at him numerous times; one even asked him for his lighter.
Merci.
She said, intentionally touching his hand as she passed it back.
Finn, let's go. I want to make it to Paris by tonight.
The two girls looked up, wondering who the fuck I am. Finn nodded and dropped his cigarette on the pavement as he got up.
Au revoir mesdames.
He winked at them before climbing back into the caravan. They both laughed, shouting goodbye back.
Au revoir fuckers.
I quickly flashed my middle finger through the gap of the caravan door. They both shot up, shouting some shit back. I wish I knew French so I could listen on as the caravan pulled away.
Okay.
Maybe I'm just a little jealous.
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Road Trip // Short Story
Short StoryIn which two british teens road trip to escape the law - A short, somewhat messy story I published to show how even the most unedited (synonyms - shit, raw, just plain bad) writing can be meaningful in some sense Written by Jenni, @Aesthetic_Jelly...
