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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 21:43:21 GMT -5
"I'll probably have to translate for you." I chuckle, sitting back against the couch. I nip at her fingers playfully as Varla reaches out to fix a stray strand of my hair. "Damn.." I sigh, running a hand through my hair absently. "Paris or Firenze first?" I ask, slipping my feet out of my flip flops.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 21:48:44 GMT -5
I smile as he says he'll have to translate for me and shrug before he nips at my fingers. He runs a hand through his hair before asking which one first and I smirk. "Je pensais Paris," I say, sticking out my tongue before leaning against him slightly. Somehow, it felt natural and I didn't know how he would take it but I was okay. "I'm not fluent in French but I know a good bit," I say, shrugging and smiling.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 21, 2013 21:53:36 GMT -5
I grin a bit as she speaks french before nodding. "Good with me." I say, nodding a bit. I had vacation coming up, anyway, so I wouldn't have to worry about taking off from work- my boss was good about that kind of stuff, anyway. "The.. more.. intricate parts of it are hard to grasp." I say, pausing to think of the right words.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 21, 2013 22:02:01 GMT -5
I smile as he nods before looking around and putting the laptop back onto the table and getting up. "I'll pay for our tickets if you pay for anything we buy while we're there," I say, looking at him before I go to the kitchen and grab a water from the fridge and taking a sip. I sit back down and look at him before pulling the laptop on my lap again and pulling my debit card from my purse that was under the table. I type in the numbers and what not before looking at Drew and smiling. "So, when do you want to go," I ask, leaning back and resting my head on his shoulder.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 8:47:09 GMT -5
"Okay." I agree as she says that she'll pay for the tickets if I paid for anything we bought while in Paris and Firenze. I reach for my beer to take a sip as Varla got up and came back with a water. A blush crosses my face as she lays her head on my shoulder and I shrug. "I have vacation from work starting Monday." I say, looking over at her with raised eyebrows.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 9:19:18 GMT -5
I smile when he agrees and bite my lip as I type on my computer. His vaction time was soon so it would work perfectly. "Okay, we'll pack Monday and leave Tuesday?" I ask, looking up at him. Part of me wanted to kiss him again but I knew not to. It was something in the back of my mind that told me not to. I hear Chelsea mumble and look up before looking back at my computer. I order our tickets and put my laptop on the table before smiling.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 9:32:58 GMT -5
"Yeah." I say, nodding as she suggested that we pack Monday and leave Tuesday. I'd have to call my aprents to tell them I was coming.. but maybe I could leave it a surprise? Well, they usually liked to plan things out, so maybe that wasn't such a good idea. I run a hand over my hair, taking another drink of my beer as if to take a breath. I was actually going back to Paris, and with Varla and then to Firenze.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 9:44:53 GMT -5
He agrees and I close my eyes for a second before picking up my phone. It's as if my mom knows I'm about to call because while I'm looking for her number, she immediately calls me. "Madre," I greet, giggling like a fool before getting up. "Sorry, Drew," I say, biting my lip before listening to my mom ramble on. "Mamma! Calmati, mi sono diretto li Martedi. Essere preparati per me, Chelsea e un amico," I speak, having switched to Italian almost immediately. She squeals and tells everyone before having to go prepare. I giggle and hang up my phone before sitting beside Drew again.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 10:10:47 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as her phone rings and she picks up. I look at mine, not wanting to try and talk over Varla to my parents so I take another sip of my beer, listening to her speak Italian. "Let me call my parents.." I murmur, reaching for my phone and dialing their number. "Bonjour, Mère!" I start, grinning a bit at her surprise. "Je suis à venir à séjour Mardi avec ma.. camarade Varla et ses fille." I continue, rolling my eyes at her next question. "Aucun." I reply, shaking my head a bit and rolling my eyes. "Okay.. aimez vous aussi." I add before hanging up and making a face- she could be so smothering sometimes.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 10:16:57 GMT -5
I smile when he calls his parents and listen to him speak French before taking a sip from my water. He rolls his eyes and I'm a bit curious to wonder why though I don't ask and lean back, waiting for him though I listen to the French. His face makes me giggle and I brush my hair from my face. "Well, we get to meet each others parents," I say, smiling slightly. My mother was going to ask if he was my boyfriend, most likely.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 10:25:00 GMT -5
"My Mère will... interrogate you." I say, pausing for a moment to think of the right word. I set my phone down beside me before taking another sip of my beer. My brother, once he found out Varla wasn't my girlfriend, would probably start trying to hit on her, and I just hoped that he wouldn't- how would that reflect on me?
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 10:33:51 GMT -5
I smile and shrug a bit. "Mi mamma will do the same," I say with a shrug before leaning back. A huff escapes me and I close my eyes for a moment. "I would suggest ignoring my sister, too," I say, biting my lip before sitting up and crawling beside him. I rest my head on his shoulder again and play with my phone some.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 10:39:57 GMT -5
I nod as she tells me that her mom would do the same to me before raising my eyebrows as Varla told me to ignore her sister. I was curious as to why, but I decide not to ask. I rest my head on top of hers as she lays her head on my shoulder and I watch her play with her phone for a bit. "I can't believe I'm going back to Paris.. its been a while." I chuckle, shaking my head a bit.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 10:50:37 GMT -5
I smile when he rests his head on mine and close my eyes for a moment, placing my phone beside me. "Mamma might try to bring us to Roma," I say, biting my lip. It was the one place I love going. The fountain there was one of the best places to me at least. "She might bring us to the Trevi. The fountain of love in Roma," I say with a smile before giggling lightly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 10:53:48 GMT -5
I nod a bit as she spoke, reaching for ehr hand to play with her fingers absently. A blush crosses my face as Varla mentioned the Trvi before telling me what it was and I look away for a moment. Had the kiss meant something to her? I honestly wasn't sure if it meant something to me or not, and I felt kind of guilty about that- like I was using her or something. But, I knew I wasn't.
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