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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 11:21:25 GMT -5
I pull our suitcases along- I'd insisted on taking them because Varla had to hld Chelsea. I follow after her after we put our suitcases on the coursel and I keep my bag on my back and we start down the tunnel and onto the plane. I follow her back and plop down in the window seat, setting my bag at my feet. How many girls wanted someone to take them to Paris, and how many actually went? French was the language or love, and Paris was the city of lights- all completely romantic. I sigh a bit, pushing my hair from my face as I look over at Varla.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 11:27:30 GMT -5
I keep Chelsea in my arms, taking her bag to the plane and follow Drew onto the plane. He takes the window seat and I sit beside him, holding Chelsea close to me as I set her bag under the seat and huff lightly. To Paris then to Firenze- not many could say that someone took them out of America or anywhere to Paris. It was going to be fun, that was for sure. We would be there in a few hours and I was sure that it would be pretty epic when we got off of the plane.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 11:32:47 GMT -5
I lean back, looking out the window for a moment before looking around. There was some family with kids in front and to the side of us, and an old fat man behind us. I lean down to dig around in my bag before pulling out my water bottle to take a sip and offer it to Varla. I'd brought snacks and drinks to that we didn't have to buy anything- we just had to be fairly sneaky about it. "This is gonna be fun, I can't wait to show you around." I sigh, grinning over at her.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 11:36:15 GMT -5
I smile and look around, wrapping Chelsea in her blanket and holding her to me. She still liked being wrapped in her blanket like most babies did. I look over as Drew offers me his water and take it, taking a sip before handing it back and giggling when I see how happy he is. "It's going to be great. I can't wait to be on top of the Eiffel Tower," I say, brushing my hair from my face as I smiled at Drew.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 11:53:56 GMT -5
I take the bottle back from her to take another sip before screwing the top back on and leaning forward to put it back in my bag. Varla and I had been hanging out lately, making plans, just talking about all the thngs we wanted to show each other when we got to our homes. I'd actually started to think I liked her.. but she couldn't feel the same about me- no way. "Its lovely, especially at night." I agree, nodding happily as the plane started to move forward.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 11:58:20 GMT -5
I smile and look up as he puts it in his bag and lay down, resting my head on his shoulder and smiling. "I bet so. I really can't wait," I say as I giggle lightly and close my eyes. I'd probably sleep the entire ride or just talk to Drew. We'd been hanging out a lot and it was fun since we kept opening up to each other as we planned. I was beginning to like him but I wasn't really sure if it'd be right to tell him or not. The plane moves forward and I smile, waiting for us to actually make it to Paris.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 12:03:39 GMT -5
I blush a bit as she rests her head on my shoulder and I lay my head on top of hers, ignoring the little girls in front of us staring back at us and giggling. I reach for Varla's hand to fiddle with her fingers absently as the plane took off and I look out the window, already imagining the cmells that wafted out of the little cafes and shoppes around the square, the casual conversations I passed.
(you skip to landing?)
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 12:08:01 GMT -5
~Skip~ I smile as I stand, grabbing my bag and stepping out into the aisle, allowing enough space for Drew to get in front of me as we stopped. Here we were, in Paris. I was quite excited already and it only made it better that I was with him. I smile and giggle before walking forward and stepping off of the plane, Chelsea asleep in my arms. "Are you going to get our cases again?" I ask, looking at Drew as I waited for a bit. |
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 12:19:09 GMT -5
I stand after she does and sling my bag over my shoulder, following her off the plane. "Yeah." I reply, nodding as I go over to wait as the carousel spun and I grab our bags off before turning and starting towards the waiting crowd, slightly anxious about Varla meeting my family for the first time. Eventually I see my parents and brother and lead Varla over towards them. "Andrew!" my mom calls, rushing towards me and pulling me into a tight hug, pressing kisses to either of my cheeks.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 12:22:24 GMT -5
I smile when he grabs our bags before leading me to what I assumed was his family. The way the woman greets him leads me to think that it's his mom and I smile, looking down slightly as Chelsea moves in my arms. For a moment, I feel like the awkward one as I stand there, unsure of how to greet them or anything. My fingers stay tight around the blanket and I hope that they won't try to hug me while I was holding her. I was just a bit too paranoid when I held Chelsea around other people.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 12:32:10 GMT -5
"Mère." I groan, huffing and standing our bags up. "Petit Andrew." my older brother smirks and I roll my eyes, pulling him into a hug. He always loved to make fun of me for my height- which he new was a sore spot. "Sont vous aller à me présenter à votre belle amie?" he asks, smiling over at Varla. "Varla, this is my older brother Aymeric. Aymeric, c'est Varla." I say, gesturing to each other before he bent over to press his lips to her cheek.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 12:38:30 GMT -5
I smile as he hugs his brother before he looks at me and I look down slightly, waving at his brother. "Bonjour," I mumble as he kisses my cheek and I'm still no really sure how to react. My finger runs over Chelsea's cheek after and look at Drew. I take a second to remember how to say that I didn't know french well but decide not to try as I stand there for a minute and watch Chelsea wake up, whining. I rest her on my chest and rock her for a minute before looking up at Drew.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 12:49:50 GMT -5
"Varla ne sait pas bien le français." I explain, shrugging my shoulders a bit and they nod. "Eh bien, laisse la maison la tête, puis." my moms says, clapping her hands together and Aymeric grabs two of the suitcases and I smile reassuringly at Varla before following after them to my mom's old car. "Elle est très jolie .. vous sortir avec elle?" my brother asks as he helps me put the suicases in the trunk. "Aucun." I huff, shaking my head. "Grand." he smirks and I want to hit him before I climb into the backseat.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 12:59:35 GMT -5
I smile as I follow Drew to the car and climb into the back seat as the guys put the suitcases in the back. My head rests against the window as Chelsea plays with my hair and I smile at his mother, still feeling a little weird. I want to speak to her though I don't know what to ask or tell her. Drew sits beside me and I smile, still rocking Chelsea a little. I take out the bottle of milk and hand it to Chelsea and smile as she takes it, rubbing her back.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 13:04:34 GMT -5
-le skip drive-
I huff as we pull up outside the house and I open the door and climb out before opening the trunk and pulling out the suitcases. "Oh, uh, Varla, we're going to have to share a room ,I think- there's only three." I say as she passes, looking away quickly as I feel a blush cross my face before I grab the bags and Amyeric gets the otehrs and I start towards the door, my mom holding it open for me. "Remerciements." I say, smiling at her before starting to lug them up the stairs.
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