we were staying in paris

10//the greatest

FILLER CHAPPP

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first person pov 

"Gabriel we're going to be late!" I whisper yelled at the man child next to me who was awaiting his scoop at the ice cream shoppe. 

"Oh hush we have plenty of time. Don't worry about it dawg." He dismissed me. 

I rolled my eyes at his use of vocabulary. Gabriel was very very into calling me "dawg", since he found out I was from New York. Instead of Lina I now found myself being addressed L Dawg. Gabriel was an extremely questionable individual. 

"Okay, okay. Now we can go!" Gabriel smiled, approaching me with Mars Bar flavoured ice cream. 

"Come on!" I urged him, grabbing his hand and dashing out the ice cream shoppe to Colette's and Francesca's apartment we'd been to just a few days before. 

"You're going to make me spill my ice cream!" He complained. 

I smirked a bit. That was exactly what dragging him was supposed to do. 

I checked my phone and looked around. We had some time I suppose. Though I always preferred to be meticulously on time. My eyes widened upon seeing several notifications from iMessage. 

Colette: 

where are youuuuu

i alr texted gabe and he's not answering 

anto and leo r gonna b here soon!! 

hurry😫🥺

trust me u don't want an angry text from francesca 

"Gabe!" I groaned, flashing him my phone so he could read the text messages. 

He just shrugged his shoulders before pulling out this phone. His eyes went wide as he saw his phone light up with several notifications from ten minutes ago. 

"She's coming at me." Gabriel mumbled, trying to finish his ice cream and text at the same time. 

I glanced back over to my phone before realising I had a message from Francesca. 

Francesca:

hermanita. donde estas??

i said dont b late 

this is probably fucking Gabriel's fault 

just get here asap 🙏🏼

"Those are the messages she sent to you?" Gabe questioned, staring at my phone.

"In the messages she sent me she cursed me in three different languages." Gabriel grumbled.

The slightest bit of a chuckle escaped my mouth. It was definitely colourful language. Gabriel and I walked through the lobby before stopping at the reception just as we had a few days prior. However today, it was crazy busy. 

A woman working at the reception beckoned us over. 

"You two were here few days ago no?" She asked, typing rapidly on her computer. 

We nodded. 

Gabriel began speaking his French again and the receptionist nodded, making a call to what I assumed to be Colette and Francesca's place. 

"You are free to go up. They're expecting you." She nodded with a tight lipped smile.

"Merci. But can I ask, why's it so busy today?" I questioned, curiosity danced in my eyes as well as Gabe's.