I'm greeted with a, "morning blondie" when I open my eyes.
"Flynn" i say
"Yes"
"Shhh" i say moving my finger to his lips, "in trying to sleep"
"Well no your not because we're going on a date" he says and i sit up and look at him.
"Where to?" I ask
"That my love, is a surprise" he says and i smile
"Okay, when are we going?" I ask
"An hour" he says and I jump out of bed
"Why didn't you get me up sooner! I need a shower!" I hiss and him and he laughs
"Are you laughing at me Flynn Rider, you getter not be" I say crossing my arms and he heads towards me
"I would never" he says before kissing me and I gasp when he squeezes my ass.
"So horny" i mumble as I look at him
"Can you blame me?" He retorts as I walk away.
"I'm having a shower" i say and he nods he's about to say something and I have a feeling about what it is because of the cheeky look on his face but I rush into the bathroom before he has a chance.
"And it's fire when we touch do you think about us, do you think about us" i sing to myself.
So I lost track on time in the shower, I'm now currently belting out Little Mix. I mean can you fault LM? Nope.
Talented queens they are.
"When we're deeper in the crowd, can you feel my body now" i sing as I step out of the shower, "Do you think about us?"
I stop signing and I hear a , "Oh-woah-oh-oh-oh" coming from behind the door and i laugh
"Don't laugh at me blondie, you know I've got an amazing voice" he says
"Of course darling, it's lovely" i say trying to do a british accent
"Was that you trying to do a british accent?" He asks me
"Maybe" i say and he laughs
"You know in the U.K there are a lot of accents, so why try to do the poshest one?" He asks
"I dunno, I guess it's easier" i say
"Nah, try going up north. Accents change in like a ten minute drive, it's weird" he says
"I wish I was british" I say
"Why?" He asks
"I dunno, just seems like I'd have more fun. You know like drinking in a field at 14, which is normal" I say and he laughs as I open the door
"True" he says as I walk to my wardrobe
"What's the weather like?" I ask him
"It's cracking flags out" he says
What?
What is this boy on?
I turn to look at him confused and he laughs, "it's boiling"
I nod and turn to look at all the clothes I brought with me.
Okay so I may have overpacked.
A lot.
I turn around to him, "just give me a clue, like dress code?"
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The girl with secrets
Подростковая литератураHolly Wilson, is a girl of many things, many talents and mysteries. She's a girl that can hold many secrets. A girl who's been through way too much. When Holly and her mom finally move to live with the rest of her family in Arizona, all Holly wants...
