The next day was the last full day in Paris and we didn't really do anything besides go to the shops & have an extremely nice dinner. The whole trip was great. Now today, we had to go back home. Not complaining though, I was beginning to miss my idiot of a brother and his weirdo girlfriend.
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"Are you gonna be okay to go on the plane? Because we can stay another day if you don't feel well enough," I had started feeling ill that morning, but I didn't think it was anything major though. "I'll be fine," I assured him, laughing slightly at his worrying. I smiled weakly. "Okay.." He sighed out. "Besides, I'll just sleep on the plane if I'm not feeling well by then," He nodded hesitantly at my words.
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And luckily I felt a slight bit better when we boarded onto the plane. We found our seats and sat down, waiting for the plane to take off. I leaned my head on Dan's shoulder, closing my eyes. I heard him sigh quietly and my mouth twitched into a small smile.
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"Home sweet home," I exclaimed as Dan shut the door behind us and laughed at me. "HELLO MR. AND MRS. HOWELL," I heard Arianna shout. "Oh no," I heard Dan mumble from behind me.
**This sucks and I just can't find the ability to WANT to write this series anymore. Idek, I honestly am more focused on the 6 AM series and this is the more popular series. The 6 AM series is just so dramatic and fun to write. This series will probably be ending soon though.**
[Edit from 2017: Okay, so all of the comments say the same thing. Just so all of you know, this was written before #rubberupfordan was a thing, but thanks for making 55 out of the 55 comments on this chapter #rubberupfordan or PREGNANT (and other various forms of the word).]
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FanfictionThe third story in a very cringy trilogy. This one is probably the least cringe worthy. [Trigger Warning: Story lightly mentions self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and depression. Do not read if you may be triggered by these subjects!] ©TheMegan...
