Spa P1

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"Ooooooohhh taking a walk. Taking a walk. Why oh why are we talking a walk. Well that's because bitches it's mother fucking spa day!" Y/n sang as she walked down the london paths with a dress and some sunglasses but just as she sang she tripped over something

"Oh my God I'm so happy I got that on camera" Thomas laughed holding the camera

"Did you?"

"Yeah"

"You little shit"

"I was trying to film your song"

"Did you like my song Thomas?" She asks cuddling his arm

"Very much so, twas beautiful my darling"

"Thank you, would you like to sing a song?"

"I'm good you can sing another song"

"Okay, this next one is called oww I might have twisted my ankle"

"Ooohh that sounds like a dancy beat"

"Yeah but I wouldn't advise it in the club, lot of hopping and that might not go well with one hundred drunk people in a small space"

"To think one hundred people in a small space?"

"I know. The before times"

"Why are we walking anyway?"

"It's a start to the spa day a nice walk in the sunshine"

"Where are we going through?"

"The store, I need a bag of ice. Some pressed juice and more of my butter then we shall begin spa day"

"If we need ice why did we walk? Then we'll have to try and walk a bag of ice home in the sun?'

"Thomas.... Don't question me"

"Yes dear"

"And we're home!" Y/n smiled with her camera as they got back to a house, "you ready to be spaed?"

"Sure, make me beautiful!"

"Awww you are beautiful Thomas"

"Am I?" He smiled "you too sweet darling" 

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