the French awakening

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I woke up smelling cigarettes and a manly fragrance that smelled highly familiar, I looked up from the arm I was leaning upon and met with those Icelandic looking blue eyes. I leaned away from him as he grabbed my head and started messing up my hair even more "how was your nap Teresa" . I sighed "it was better that I fell asleep instead of something else", he smiled and snickered, "true but it was at least a little embarrassing when I threw you over my shoulder in front of the press". I laughed "what it's like highschool all over again for you right now isn't it", he looked me in the eyes "highschool was different, we weren't ... Nevermind, oh we're entering the stage lot, please behave and don't fall asleep again". As soon as those words came out of his mouth, the car stopped and he put on a pair of glasses and walked me onto the lot.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 01, 2019 ⏰

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